HP Shavings Wizard

The little wizards had been attending school normally before. How could they have experienced this kind of practical training from the simplest to the most advanced?

I got addicted to it in an instant.

They then went down into another cave, but met a female archer who could shoot ice arrows on the way.

A few ice arrows from the opposite side froze the little lions that rushed forward, making it impossible for the three of them to escape. They watched helplessly as all of their people were sent back home and the whole team was wiped out.

After being resurrected, Harry and the other two sat on the ground, looking a little depressed.

The shock of seeing my companion die and turn into a corpse in front of me was quite big.

They subconsciously didn't realize that they could be resurrected in the game world, and they broke out in cold sweats.

The equipment on his body was also cleared out and fell to the monster along with the corpse.

If you want equipment, you have to go back and pick up corpses.

The few people who had just been resurrected were now wearing the white lining that was guaranteed by the game system and were looking at each other in bewilderment.

The three of them were really a little bit dizzy just now.

The spells I learned at Hogwarts were not very useful.

The magic system there is more inclined towards interference, assistance, and life magic - there are advanced ones, but the third-year wizard hardly knows any spells with powerful offensive capabilities.

Harry just felt a little regretful, regretting that he hadn't studied harder during the summer vacation and learned the Armor Charm.

Several people were dejected, and finally Hermione spoke first and made the decision: "Let's go back and pick up the equipment first. After picking up the equipment, use the scroll to return to the city, and then log off and rest."

If Alison still opens this place to them, they can rest well and come back tomorrow.

This is what Hermione, the Queen of Papers, meant.

Hermione refused to give up!

After several high-frequency actual combats, facing various enemies, from the initial confusion to the later ease...

She could really feel herself improving.

This is the missing part of school life.

...Well, if you learn spells later, you should consider learning some defensive and offensive spells based on the situation here.

Harry and Ron didn't know what the Cursemaster was thinking, but they had no objection to the current arrangement, so they nodded.

They really didn't want to give up the equipment they had just worked so hard to collect.

These people are novices, have no reference, and don’t know the specific situation.

It is true that the three of them are stronger when they stick together, but the spoils are dropped based on one person, and the experience is divided equally among the three. Live-action games also test positioning and practical experience, so it is no wonder that the three of them died in the early stages.

Of course, the three little ones had no idea. They just went all the way back to the cave they had just been in, and touched their own bodies under the rain of arrows. It was really weird to see a body lying on the ground that looked exactly like their own.

After picking up all the equipment from the corpses, the few people with low health used the scrolls to return to the camp in a panic.

……

Allison, who had already logged off and left without caring about the adventures of the three little ones, slipped out of the Room of Requirement.

She met Filch and Mrs. Norris on the way.

In front of Filch, the portraits and the little wizards passing by, she cast a petrification spell on Mrs. Norris and forcibly kidnapped the thin cat.

Filch yelled frantically, trying to stop it.

Alison said nothing, just held the cat and floated to the eighth floor.

The Squib janitor was extremely anxious, but unfortunately, he didn't know any magic and couldn't catch Alison.

However, the little red-haired wizard was kind enough to wait at the door of the Room of Requirement.

Filch hurried upstairs and saw Alison casually playing with the petrified Mrs. Norris, leaning against the door of the Room of Requirement.

Normally, he would never dare to provoke Alison, who would blatantly use black magic. Now, looking at the petrified cat, he could only worry.

Opposite them was the daughter of Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Grindelwald.

Even though he was just a squib, he had still heard of Professor Grindelwald's past "great achievements".

Grindelwald particularly hates beings without magic...

What does this scary little black wizard in front of me want to do?

He could of course go to Headmaster Dumbledore to complain and seek help, but his Mrs. Norris was still in Alison's hands.

He couldn't afford to gamble.

I don't dare to gamble with the lives of my family members who depend on me and support each other.

To those little wizards, Mrs. Norris was a disgusting cat, but to him, she was his only companion.

Would there be any serious consequences if Hogwarts' famous Blunderbuss killed a cat?

Will not.

With the wand against Mrs. Norris's neck, Alison threatened him with a grin, acting like a real villain: "Come here and cooperate with me in an experiment."

This is called holding Mrs. Norris hostage to control Filch!

With the cat in hand, he has no choice but to obey!

Filch, who was always fierce, looked desperate and scared, but he still walked forward tremblingly and asked in a trembling voice: "...What experiment do you want to do?"

The little red-haired wizard raised an eyebrow and looked at him: "Let a Squib have magic power."

This earned a shocked look from Filch.

For a moment, he didn't know whether he should be panicked that his identity as a Squib was exposed in front of such a bad little wizard, or whether he should suspect that this was a prank because he knew that he was attending a quick spell-casting crash course...

Or maybe this is true...

He froze in place, not knowing how to react.

But Alison had already hugged Mrs. Norris and entered an oval portal in the room behind them.

Filch hesitated for a moment, but finally gritted his teeth and followed in.

He was really afraid that Alison had killed Mrs. Norris.

and……

What if Alison really has a way to turn him into a wizard?

Even if he failed, the most he would have done was to have another humiliating experience of being ridiculed and discriminated against.

Hasn’t he suffered enough in the past?

He had long since had enough of being a Squib.

Born in a wizard family, living and working in a magic school like Hogwarts, he could only watch as everyone around him had magic, except him...

An existence that seems like Merlin played a bad joke on him...

Whenever he saw those little wizards with innocent smiles, he couldn't tell whether he was jealous or angry in his heart, and those negative emotions gnawed at him.

A wizard's magic power is something that is innate.

Born with...

He envied the little wizards who didn't even know what envy and jealousy were.

The two arrived at the character selection interface of the game world.

Alison raised her chin slightly and gave the order bluntly with a domineering attitude - after all, it was just an experimental subject that would be thrown away after use, there was no need to waste time and energy on it, and a squib of this age would not be worth much even if it had magical powers.

At least the previous Gryffindor trio can still be used in the future.

"Choose that character creation, then choose the mage."

Filch silently did as Alison said.