Hogwarts trainer

Thorin drew his wand and pointed it sharply.

In the sky at the Quidditch training ground, the broomstick Marcus was riding suddenly broke into two pieces. He also fell from the air and fell heavily on the grass.

Marcus' flying height was only five or six meters at most. Although he was thrown to pieces, he was not seriously injured, but suffered severe pain all over his body.

"Who do I think is Marcus? It turns out to be you, this buck-toothed young man." Ben smiled and touched the head of Marcus, who was beaten to pieces and was wailing.

The little wizards who were watching the excitement exclaimed. They didn't expect Thorin to be so powerful. He didn't even confront Marcus or anything, and just started doing it!

Draco was also startled, and secretly warned himself not to provoke this reckless man in the future. He just hoped that Marcus would not be injured, and there was still a Quidditch match!Draco prayed.

Marcus fell to the ground and almost fainted from the pain, especially the broken Nimbus 2001, which pushed between his legs, the sour feeling was so painful!

After finally calming down, Marcus staggered to his feet, pulled out his wand and pointed it at Thorin and the three of them, roaring: "Thorin? 6? 1 Salvador, what on earth do you want to do?"

Thorin still didn't speak, but his eyes were cold. He swung the wand in his left hand suddenly, and the wand in Marcus's hand suddenly turned into splinters.

Marcus saw the wand shattered, and a sense of fear arose in his heart, but Marcus glanced around at the young wizards watching the excitement, and couldn't let go of his dignity as the captain of the Quidditch team, and asked in a stern voice, "Solin? 6? 1 Salvador, what on earth do you want to do! I'm warning you, the school has rules and the college has systems. Private fights are prohibited between students! You can't just do whatever you want."

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry does have such a rule, which prohibits students from fighting each other privately to avoid injury and death of students.After all, magic is very powerful. What if an accident happens if you don't pay attention?However, fights among senior students still occur from time to time. As the saying goes, armed with a murderous weapon comes a murderous intention.

Thorin looked at the stern Marcus and asked, "Marcus, did you just bully Hermione?"

Frodo, who had his wand ready at his side, looked at each other in tacit understanding and put the wand away again.Smiling and ready to watch the next drama.

Marcus scolded again, "She is from Gryffindor House, and you are from Hufflepuff House. Even if you take the lead, it is not your turn. If you attack me, is it because Hufflepuff wants to fight with Slytherin?" Start a war?”

Marcus is not a fool. He also knows how to pull off the tiger's skin and get involved in the dispute between the three colleges.

However, Thorin just said, "You can represent Slytherin! Let me ask you again, did you bully Hermione? Who do you think you are?"

After saying that, without waiting for Marcus to refute, he took out a collar from the elastic bag on his waist and threw it towards Marcus. The collar was firmly fixed on Marcus' neck.

"Little troll, I thought I would never need it again. Today I will give you your first sacrificial weapon." Thorin said excitedly.

Marcus touched the metal collar around his neck and struggled to take it off. When he heard Thorin's words, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated for no reason!

Thorin began to chant the curse, and wild thunder and lightning could not help but pour out from the collar, but it was restrained by the powerful magic power between the three iron rings on the collar.Finally, when the violent thunder and lightning accumulated to the critical point where it must explode, Thorin waved his hands, and three dazzling blue electric balls formed a chain of lightning connected together, surrounding each other and rotating at high speed.

The three connected electric balls quietly sank into Marcus' body. For a moment, a powerful electric current raged in Marcus' body. His whole body became scorched black, and he only screamed twice before he stopped moving.

It wasn't until the moment he was engulfed by electricity that Marcus knew why Draco asked him to find Thorin to apologize. Obviously Draco had known that Thorin would definitely come forward. What Marcus didn't understand was that Thorin was obviously just scolding him. His matter came up, but why didn't he mention it at all, only Hermione.

Of course Thorin was avenging his personal revenge. He was nominally venting his anger on Hermione's behalf, but in reality he was standing up for himself and showing off his muscles.Even if there was a big fuss in the end, if there was a reason to stand up for Hermione, the Harry trio could be dragged into the water, and there would be no fear that Dumbledore would not step in to protect him.They can also establish a relationship with the Harry trio. No matter what happens, they have to recognize this relationship.

Not to mention involving his two good friends, the Frodo family was in decline, and Ben's family was not from Great Britain. Even if they helped him, they would not be worth the loss and would cause trouble for their own family.As for his parents, both are missing and cannot be relied on.The cheap teacher Nick? 6? 1 Flamel is far away in the Netherlands, and who knows if he will stand up for his cheap disciple.

On the other side, Harry sent Ron to Hagrid's hut.

Several people came to Hagrid's hut and eagerly told Hagrid about Ron's slug-vomiting situation. Hagrid didn't seem too worried.

"It's better to spit it out than swallow it," he said happily, finding a large copper basin and placing it in front of Ron.

"I guess there's no other way but to wait for it to stop on its own," Hermione said worriedly as she watched Ron leaning over the copper basin. "Even under the best of conditions, that's a very difficult spell to cast. , you use a broken wand..."

Harry still couldn't understand what had just happened, "Why would Malfoy call Ron and the others a disgrace to wizards?"

Hagrid said disdainfully: "Ha! It's all caused by those purebloods. They always think that they are nobler than others. Only the Weasley family does not agree with this argument. They like Muggles. That's why they are called wizards. It's such a shame. If you ask me, those guys are not good people."

Hagrid was busy making them tea.His big hunting dog Fang drooled all over Harry.Taking a half-plucked rooster from the clean table and placing the teapot, Hagrid turned to look at Ron and said, "Who do you want to curse?"

"The captain of Slytherin scolded Hermione. It must have been something very mean because everyone was so angry. Very mean," Harry said, holding a teacup that was much larger than his own.

Ron croaked, poking his head from the edge of the table. "Call her 'Mudblood.'"

"I actually don't understand what this mudblood means." Harry glanced at Hagrid doubtfully.

"Mudblood is a slanderous term for Muggle-born people, that is, people whose parents do not know magic. Some wizards, like the Malfoy family, always feel that they are superior to others because they are so-called purebloods." Hagrid said slightly thoughtfully.

"Actually, the rest of us know that it doesn't matter at all. Look at Neville Longbottom, he's a purebred, but he can't even put the cauldron in correctly." Ron joked somewhat maliciously.

"They haven't invented any spells that Hermione can't do!" said Hagrid proudly, and Hermione blushed brightly.

"It's an ugly name," Ron said, wiping the sweat from his forehead with trembling hands. "It means dirty, inferior blood. It's all crazy. Most wizards now are of mixed blood. If Without intermarriage with Muggles, we would have become extinct a long time ago." He retched and leaned down again.

"Maybe you can find Dumbledore, he can definitely solve this problem." Hagrid suggested.

"Maybe... I can go to Senior Thorin, he will definitely be able to do it." Hermione said hesitantly.

"No!" Harry objected without hesitation.

"You can't tell that guy!" Ron also objected. "Although he helped us last semester, he attacked my parents and brother in Diagon Alley. I hate him!" Ron burped again and spit out two pieces of snot. insect.

"Is that Hufflepuff senior Thorin very powerful?" Colin interrupted without knowing what was going on.

Harry couldn't help but think of the golden Thorin who used a huge thunder to repel the mysterious man in the Forbidden Forest last school year, and a different thought rippled in his heart.

Hermione hesitated. Harry was right. When they were in Diagon Alley, she saw Thorin and Frodo having a conflict with the Weasley family.

Seeing Hermione's attitude wavering, Harry immediately changed the direction of persuasion, "Hermione, think about it, even if Thorin wants to help us, he is Hufflepuff, and Marcus is Slater." Lin, if there is a conflict between the two, will it be dangerous?"

Mr. Savior was very smart and put Thorin's safety on the scale as his own weight, thus convincing Hermione.

Hermione said: "Well, you're right, we won't tell Senior Thorin for the time being. But, Harry, I think we should tell Professor McGonagall. We can't let Ron spit out slugs all the time."

Everyone said goodbye to Hagrid, and Harry and Corey walked toward the castle with Ron, who was still spitting out slugs.

As soon as the four of them stepped into the cool hall, they heard a voice. "You are back, Potter and Weasley," Professor McGonagall walked towards them with a straight face.

"Professor McGonagall, great, please save Ron." Harry said happily.

Professor McGonagall took out her wand and turned a bench in the hall into a copper basin. Then she cast a "vomiting spell" on Ron. Ron held the copper basin and started to spit out slugs, waiting to spray out all the slugs. came out, and released "Quick Resuscitation" one after another on Ron. Ron took a deep breath and stopped vomiting.

"Thank you, Professor McGonagall." Ron touched his nose and expressed gratitude to Professor McGonagall.

"Okay, let's talk about your private fight," Professor McGonagall said sternly.

When the three of them were about to argue, they saw Professor Sprout, the headmaster of Hufflepuff, running over and said anxiously. "Minerva, how is Thorin? Is he injured? Where is he now?"

"Pomona, don't worry. Mr. Salvatore is fine and not injured. They are in Albus's office now." Professor McGonagall comforted the anxious Professor Sprout.