Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

Compared with Aaron, whose limbs were intact, although Ron kept the titanium steel dagger when crossing the Forbidden Forest, his appearance can be said to be extremely miserable.

The ring finger and little finger of his right hand were missing, and the upper arm of his left arm was fractured and was wrapped in a simple splint made of resin and vines.

The left ankle is still swollen even now. It was obviously sprayed by Pimple Vine with a highly caustic liquid.

There were large and deep scars on his skinny chest and face covered with freckles, which were faintly pink and had obviously just healed.

If it weren't for the current head of Gryffindor: Sanguinius, who injected abundant psychic energy into Ron's body and helped him heal more than 90.00% of his wounds, the youngest son of the Weasley family would even be Not even able to stand.

Hearing Aaron's words, Ron's eyes suddenly lit up.

In order to win the fifty throne coins bet from this guy named Messiah, he would not be training in the playground for a week until he was about to die of exhaustion, nor would he be in the library. Even though I was reading to the point where I was almost in a coma, I would not borrow notes in a humble manner just to review my knowledge!

All these sufferings and humiliations are all because of this guy in front of me, this Messiah!

but……

Ron saw that Aaron didn't have a dagger, and a sinister light flashed in his eyes.

As long as I can destroy him here, not only can I make this annoying guy pay the price, but I can also get a bet of fifty throne coins and live a happy and free life in the next few months!

These are all debts owed by the Messiah’s family to themselves!

And now...it's time to collect the debt!

Seeing Ron pointing the tip of the wand at Aaron, Professor Flitwick paused the mithril staff in his hand. After coughing, he said loudly: "The duel - begin!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the magic wand in Aaron's hand suddenly swiped in the air: "The divine blade has no trace!"

The invisible magic blade flew out and flew towards Ron's injured hands and feet, trying to make him completely incapacitated and become a target that could only be passively beaten!

Ron roared angrily and used his wand to deflect the Divine Edge Curse shot by Aaron, dragged his injured ankle and struggled to move forward, roaring: "Everyone is petrified!"

Aaron, who had extremely sharp nerve reflexes, ducked like a cat to avoid the petrification curse. After using the Iron Armor Curse to block Ron's successive stun spells, he used a blazing bolt to summon the bat summoned by the youngest son of the Weasley family. The spirit burned into coke in the air.

Seeing that his series of attacks were fruitless, Ron threw the dagger in his hand at Aaron and waved the wand in his hand: "Yingardim Leviosa!"

Aaron subconsciously wanted to use a magic spell to block the flying dagger, but Ron's floating spell caused the dagger to stay in the air abruptly.

Seeing Aaron's magic spell hitting the empty space, Ron seized this opportunity and ignored his burning ankle. He suddenly grabbed the dagger hovering in the air and aimed it at Aaron's head. Stab away!

As long as the brain is damaged, even if you survive by chance, you will always be a delirious fool!

Ron's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and the dagger in his hand stabbed a little faster!

Be a fool to me, Messiah!

Benedict——

The sharp titanium steel dagger suddenly stopped in the air.

It was not because of Ron's sudden soft-heartedness, nor because of the protection of the curse, but because Aaron raised the metal power wand in his hand upright and used the length that was far longer than that of a dagger to stab Ron first. In his arm, it was firmly pressed into the wrist bone!

The tip of this power wand was actually polished to an extremely sharp point by Aaron. It was like a long, thick steel needle!

In Ron's disbelieving eyes, Aaron showed a "Sure enough" smile and said: "My dear Weasley, although I do not have a dagger in my hand, don't forget... the power wand, it is first of all A metal drill!"

Ron was already confused. Although the wand in his hand was also the latest metal version launched by Ollivander's Wand Workshop, he still had not escaped from the old thoughts of a magician, and had never thought that there could be other kinds of wands. the use of.

Aaron would not miss this opportunity. As soon as he finished speaking, he kicked Ron in the abdomen, kicking the lanky boy away and falling heavily to the ground.

Before Ron could make any counterattack, Aaron raised his wand and shouted: "Petrify them all!"

The red light on the tip of the staff flashed, and Ron's arms and legs were tightly pressed together. His whole body was as stiff as a wooden board. Only his eyes were still moving, staring at Aaron with a light of unwillingness and humiliation.

Seeing that Ron had completely lost his ability to resist, Professor Flitwick, who had been paying attention to the duel process, immediately mobilized his magic power to separate the two.

After removing the petrification spell from the youngest son of the Weasley family, he smiled and clapped, saying: "What a wonderful duel, I saw the flexible use of spells and weapons by both of you. Mr. Weasley , Mr. Messiah, I scored an 'o' for both of you in this duel. Congratulations, Mr. Messiah, you can start preparing for the transplantation of gene seeds."

(Note: Grades are “o, e, a, p, d, t”)

"Yes!!!" Aaron jumped up, clenched his fist in the air and waved fiercely, "Power armor, chain sword, here I come!!!"

Seeing Aaron's excited look, Professor Flitwick smiled and stroked the delicate mustache on his lips, turned to the extremely angry Ron and said: "However, because Mr. Weasley failed in the second assessment, Not all the potions were prepared in the test. Professor Snape only gave a 'p', and the degree of physical injuries in the previous assessment was too great. Even getting an 'a' was a bit reluctant. So, it's a pity. , Ron, you still can't become an Astartes."

"No! It's not fair!"

Ron roared: "It must be because that old bat Snape is targeting me! His dark fool doesn't want any Gryffindor to become an Astartes!"

"I must remind you, Mr. Weasley, to prevent your brain, which is smaller than a mouse, from making some wrong judgments." A sinister voice suddenly sounded behind Ron, who was wrapped in a black robe. Professor Snape emerged from the darkness holding a potion with disgusting brown bubbles.

The potions master with long black hair looked at Ron's eyes that were trembling with fear, and his voice was as low as a whisper: "You, Ron Weasley, were not beaten by me, Severus Snape, specially targeted. Now, if you don’t want to lose those two useless fingers forever, just drink this potion. Of course...if you don’t believe me , or you can just leave your palms empty."

"Thank you, Severus, please give me the potion." Professor Flitwick took the suspicious-looking potion from Snape's hand, watched the bat-like man disappear into the darkness with a sneer, and said to Ron said, "Come on, kid, drink the medicine..."

"No! I don't accept it!" As soon as Snape disappeared, Ron suddenly became furious and pointed his wand at Aaron's head, "I demand a second duel!"

What the chances are of becoming an Astartes, it doesn't matter at all.

Just thinking about passing by a large amount of wealth, Ron felt as if his heart was being stabbed by a needle!

That's fifty throne coins!

Seeing Ron acting like this, even a good-tempered Professor Flitwick couldn't help but become a little angry at this time. He put his hands on his hips and said, "Mr. Weasley--" "-this money belongs to you."

Behind Aaron, a golden portal suddenly opened, and fifty golden throne coins were thrown out. As they jingled to the ground, a lazy and sweet female voice sounded: "Isn't it just fifty throne coins? , Could it be that my Fenley family can’t afford this?”

Aaron's eyes widened slightly: "This voice is...Sister Fiorina?"

"Why are you still standing there?" A hand as white as jade stretched out from the door and hooked his fingers at Aaron, "Come in quickly, your elder brother wants to see you."

Big brother?Boss Ohm?Has he... been paying attention to me? !

A joy suddenly surged into his heart, but even though he was very anxious, Aaron still turned his head and glanced at Professor Flitwick first.

In front of the teacher, you must ask for instructions before leaving.This is respect for the teacher. Even if he knows that Professor Flitwick will definitely agree, this step must be taken.

Sure enough, Professor Flitwick immediately smiled and nodded. Aaron held his chest and performed a simple aquila salute to him, and then trotted into the golden portal.

Professor Flitwick watched the glorious door slam shut with some regret, then glanced at Ron who was picking up the throne coins with a face full of ecstasy, and couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

As soon as he gets these fifty throne coins, the youngest son of the Weasley family will completely indulge himself, and will no longer have the fierceness to gamble and fight with others.

After spending this windfall, he probably won't even remember how to recite the levitating spell, and will be completely reduced to a useless person...