A friendly day at Hogwarts

Robert Hilliard stood blankly, lost in thought.

Of course, Glenn couldn't just wait for him to commit suicide, so he directly raised his right hand holding the wand, intending to knock him out.

"Passed out!"

A red light bloomed from the tip of the staff and shot straight towards the opponent.

Hilliard's eyes flashed with silver for a moment, just like Klum's during the third project in the "Goblet of Fire" movie.

It seemed that it was the fighting instinct brought about by the Soul-stealing Curse. He jumped sideways and avoided the entry-level coma spell by a hair.

Glenn was slightly surprised, but did not panic. He ducked and found a convenient bunker to hide in.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

Hilliard shouted and cast the Cruciatus Curse.

Good guy!

He is indeed a tool controlled by Patricia with the Imperius Curse.

If it weren't for my poor level, I'm afraid this would be a big deal!

Glenn waved his hand and summoned the Iron Armor Curse in front of him, deflecting the Unforgivable Curse.

Even with the control of the Imperius Curse, casting the Cruciatus Curse is not easy for a fourth-year wizard, so it is easy to resist.

"All petrochemical!"

Glenn ducked out from behind the corner, waved his hand and released a full body binding spell, trying to fight back.

Hilliard waved his wand vigorously and barely blocked the proficient level spell. He staggered two steps and hit the back of the sofa behind him, almost falling down.

"All petrochemical!"

Glenn didn't intend to use other magic spells that he was not comfortable with. He just tried one new trick and tried it all over the world.

Hilliard was on guard this time and was not as embarrassed as he was last time.

"All petrochemical!"

"All petrochemical!"

...

Glenn took advantage of the initiative and kept throwing out body-binding spells like a spell machine gun.

But he knew very well that although there was a clear gap between the two on the surface, he actually did not have the absolute upper hand.

Hilliard seemed to be resisting with a high level of resistance, but he had gradually become accustomed to this kind of offensive. As long as he caught the opportunity, he could immediately take advantage of the situation to launch a counterattack.

"This doesn't work..." Glenn thought to himself and began to think about ways to break the situation.

It wasn't because he was worried about losing the duel, he just wanted to practice his ability to attack with magic alone while saving time.

If you just want a quick fix, it would be much simpler.

Not to mention anything else, a flash can resolve the battle instantly without even needing a backstab. All it takes is a full-body binding spell.

At this moment, he remembered the practical application of transfiguration recorded in Dumbledore's notebook.

Of course, with his intermediate transformation technique, it is far from being able to release a water prison with a wave of his hand, but it is still easy to change the scene of the duel using some tricks.

for example...

He suddenly stopped the continuous flow of body-binding spells in his hand, turned his wand, and pointed it at the sofa where Hilliard was leaning.

"Transform quickly!"

As he shouted, the back of the sofa suddenly disappeared and turned into a spring bed.

Hilliard was concentrating on guarding against the magic spell that might come, and without warning, he leaned away and fell on the mattress with a "plop".

A simple primary transformation technique instantly made the situation clear.

Glenn didn't miss the opportunity.With another wave of the wand, the big bed transformed again, taking the shape of a bathtub.

Hilliard, who was trying to get up while holding on to the bed, slipped and fell again. His wrist hit the wall of the bathtub and his wand fell out of his hand.

The initiator smiled slightly.

"All petrochemical!"

Hilliard's whole body froze, his legs and arms clinging to his body, and he lay down in the bathtub like a board.

Glenn patted the non-existent dust on his hands and came to the bathtub. He first used a floating spell to lift the future prefect to an armchair aside, and then waved his wand to lift the transformation spell.

With a "whoosh" sound, the bathtub rotated on the spot and turned back into the original sofa.

He looked around at the mess in the lounge again, without doing any cleaning, and walked to Hilliard in two steps.

Hilliard was still under the control of the whole body binding spell, his body was stiff, and only his eyes could move.

"Get some sleep. When you wake up, everything will be over."

Glenn said softly with a hint of guilt, and then raised his wand.

"Passed out!"

Hilliard rolled his eyes and passed out. His body was still affected by the whole-body binding spell and remained upright.

"Stop the curse!"

The spell was lifted and he collapsed.

Glenn helped him change to a more comfortable lying position, and then glanced around to make sure there were no flaws left.

With a sound of "咻~", golden light flashed, and the figure disappeared from the spot.

Almost at the same time, a figure appeared out of thin air in the empty castle foyer.

The figure closed its eyes, and its figure and appearance changed again, returning to Glenn's original appearance.

He adjusted the size of his robes and ran towards the Quidditch pitch following the cheers coming from the distance.

The previous battle did not last long. When he climbed up to the high auditorium and blended into the cheering crowd, the game had only started not long ago.

He bent down, squeezed in from the little wizards, and finally reached Qiu.

Qiu was standing on tiptoes, waving the blue Ravenclaw scarf in her hand.

"Why are you here?" Seeing him suddenly appear, the girl asked loudly.

The crowd's shouts were deafening, and she had to shout at the top of her lungs to make Glenn hear her.

Just as Glenn was about to reply, a chorus of exclamations suddenly rang out from the Ravenclaw stands, followed by a loud curse.

Glenn stood up straight to see what was going on.

"Oh my God!" came the commentator Lee Jordan's voice. "The Slytherin batter hit Roger Davis directly on the head with his bat! Davis fell off his broom. Yes! This is a huge foul!"

Only then did Glenn see what was happening on the court.

Roger lay motionless in the mud that had not yet dried on the court. Several other players landed nearby and were rushing towards him.

The burly batsman was following Mrs. Huo Qifen, explaining something endlessly.

Marcus Flint was holding the Quaffle, floating in the office, grinning crookedly, with protruding front teeth and a smile that couldn't be concealed.

Seeing that Roger was seriously injured, several Ravenclaw students standing on the sidelines rushed into the court, picked him up and hurried to the school hospital.

The substitute chaser of the college team also mounted his broom and was ready to continue the game.

Seeing the team members taking off again, the eaglets in the stands showed expectant expressions again, and at the same time they did not forget to continue to accuse Slytherin of atrocities.

Lee Jordan continued to explain: "Due to the foul just now, Mrs. Hooch awarded the Ravenclaw team a penalty..."

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly froze.

On the pitch, Slytherin's Seeker was raising his right hand high, holding a Golden Snitch tightly in his hand.