[HP] How to properly feed the savior

.You don't know how similar our two experiences are. We are both forced by adults to fight against the so-called enemy. Before we know what life is and what death is, we are forced to decide the life and death of others.You have no idea how much I would go to prevent you from falling into the same fate as me.You don't have to know, none of this has anything to do with you.

"Why didn't you talk? Why didn't you refute me?" Harry's tone suddenly became cold, "You must think I'm a fool, right?"

"You are indeed a fool." How could he not understand how Harry was feeling now?I was cautious when I first entered the magical world. The shadow left by my uncle and aunt in the past has not dissipated. I think that I must meet the requirements of the authority to be loved, and I must adapt to the needs of my classmates to be accepted. I want to win the ball game and win the academy. Cup, feeling sad because of losing the dazzling halo in the eyes of classmates... A person who lives completely for the eyes of others, but one day finds that he just needs to be himself, and instead starts to feel at a loss.All of this can’t be told to others, they will only be jealous and ridiculed, you already have so many privileges and have won so much attention, why do you still feel dissatisfied?Confusion, confusion, and even pain can only be swallowed by yourself, and only one person can share your pressure a little. At least I believe that I am not the only one who bears these, and I will feel a little better.In the end, I found that the person I gave my sincerity to may be my enemy, and even when I could clarify all this, I still chose to refuse.

But he still refused.If one day Harry had to choose between Voldemort's life and death, he would rather the other party choose when he really understood the meaning of this decision, because in the end, whether it was life or death, Harry would have to bear the full responsibility for his choice responsibility.No one else can take on this responsibility for Harry, even if he can say, I understand, I can empathize, I know how difficult it is for you to make decisions, this kind of shoulder is still irreplaceable.

"I wish I never knew you." The other turned and ran away.

"Harry." He stopped the other party.

"What?" Harry turned his head, and at that moment, he really saw the anticipation in the other's eyes.

"Your wand." He threw the wand over. "I want it to be useless."

There seemed to be something flickering in those green eyes, and then dimmed.

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☆、Sorcerer's Stone 19

That was the end of his friendship with Harry.Harry doesn't talk to him anymore, they still eat at the same table, meet each other in the library, have classes very close to each other because they belong to the same college, and even have beds next to each other in their dormitories of.They share the same space for so much of the day, yet treat each other like they don't exist.Hermione and Ron seemed resigned to keeping away from him, but Harry would get angry if they tried to talk to him.It was clear that if a choice had to be made between him and Harry, they would both choose the latter.

Originally, he didn't have many friends at Hogwarts, but now he is like an invisible ghost, hiding in the school, watching the students around him attend class, do their homework, review for the final exam, and recite the name of the satellite.All this seemed so far away from him, as if there was a mirror of Erised between him and these people, and what he saw was only the illusion presented by the mirror.

There was only one exception, and that was Neville.

Sometimes, in the library or the self-study room, Neville would ask him for questions that he didn't understand.It was odd, he believed he didn't act like he was good at studying anywhere, maybe Neville was just too shy to bother Hermione all the time.He didn't hide his secrets, and tried to help Neville remember those answers as much as possible.

"What happened between you and Harry?" Neville finally couldn't help asking this question one day.

"Does it look like there is something between us?" He replied with a smile, pretending that the other party was joking, "I didn't find it."

"I don't know how to describe it... It's like overnight, you are no longer a member of Harry's small team, and even in the dormitory you have to carefully avoid each other." Neville still He said hesitantly, "If you have any misunderstandings, I can... I mean, I would be willing to help you reconcile."

"There is no such thing, there is no misunderstanding, we are fine." He maintained a smile, "Perhaps because of the review recently, I haven't had much time to talk about extracurricular topics, so you may have misunderstood. Thank you for your concern."

Neville wasn't asking him anything anymore.

On the day the exam ended, Harry and the others discovered a way to pass Lu Wei.Professor McGonagall told them that the headmaster had been called to the Ministry of Magic and warned them not to go near the third-floor corridor.At night, they decided to act on their own.

Start by solving Neville who is blocking the way.

"Ryfe is coming." After the portrait hole was closed, he retrieved Neville's toad, and then helped Neville undo Hermione's body-binding spell.

As soon as Neville sat up from the ground, he took a deep breath, "Go and stop them! Or they'll be caught again!"

"Don't worry, it won't happen this time." He handed the toad to the other party, "Professor McGonagall already knows."

A terrified expression appeared on Neville's round face, "They're finished..."

"Think about it, maybe they can win back a lot of points for Gryffindor." He opened the portrait hole, was about to go out, and turned around, "Go to rest early, you have done your duty."

"Ender," Neville called to him, "you know the Disillusionment Charm, right?"

He wasn't surprised that Neville knew about the Disillusionment Charm.This spell was very useful for Aurors. Neville's parents were both Aurors, and he had seen the names of Neville's parents when he read the Death Eater files.But he couldn't figure out where he showed his flaws, "That's a very deep magic. I'm only in the first grade."

"Hermione can also use a lot of spells from the higher grades. You are more powerful than Hermione." Neville blushed, "I should have seen it earlier, you just don't show everything like Hermione. Every time In the spell class, like me, you couldn't complete the spell in class, but you never had to do your homework, and you automatically learned the last spell in the second class, and you did it very standard and perfect. The final review At that time, I asked Hermione the same question. She had to pull out the textbook and point it out to me, but you could write the answer easily and tell me where to find the reference information. I compared you and Hermione Min's answer, yours is more accurate and concise. I sat diagonally behind you during the exam, and you were the first to complete the test paper every time. I also asked Professor Flitwick, and he said that your test paper is full , but your test scores are invalid for other reasons."

He hadn't expected Neville to have watched him for so long.

"Since I caused Gryffindor to be deducted points, I have paid special attention to not letting other people violate the school rules. I found that you are often out of the dormitory at night, but I can't see you going out, so I thought of the Disillusionment Charm." .and you were never caught because the professors couldn't see you either."

"You're very observant, Neville." He had to admit that he had underestimated the boy who lacked self-confidence. "Has anyone ever told you that you're gifted as an Auror?"

This sentence made Neville clenched his fists with excitement, and wanted to say something, but in the end he just dropped his shoulders in frustration, "Only the best wizards can become Aurors, I'm a laughing stock in the academy..."

"You're just not confident enough." He felt that he had to do something for Neville. "You were treated too harshly and received too much negation. These experiences made you used to doubt yourself. Once you have a goal in the future, A mission, to believe that you have to do something, and your talents will show up, making you a powerful wizard. I don't think that day is very far away, and you think so, right?"

"Thank you." The other party smiled weakly, "No one has ever said that to me before."

"I have to go." He cast the Disillusionment Charm in front of Neville, sort of answering his question.

He didn't trust Dumbledore very much. If the headmaster broke his promise, he would personally accompany Harry for a while with Voldemort.Even if it really comes to a situation where there is no end to death, he should be the one to do this, after all, his hands are already full of blood.

But it turned out that his suspicion of the principal was unnecessary. As soon as Harry and the others entered the trap door, the principal appeared from the shadows and walked in.He waited outside, and Hermione and Ron were the first to come out, looking disheartened.Not long after, the headmaster came out holding the unconscious Harry, and told the two people waiting outside that Harry was not injured, but was just too tired.

He was sure that the headmaster must be hiding something, because the exhausted Harry lay in the hospital wing for three full days before waking up.

For the past three days, Ron and Hermione have started talking to him again. In fact, Ron can't wait to tell everyone how he passed the giant chessboard formation, each time more sinister than the last.Hermione told him the truth, but no one knew what happened to Harry after going through the flames.He asked the headmaster, and the headmaster just said that Harry had acted bravely, and that Quirrell had evaporated—literally, because of the unicorn blood that left Quirrell in a kind of half-life under the effect of the protective mark on Harry. In a half-dead state, Voldemort escaped, and it is estimated that he will not return for a long time.

The Philosopher's Stone has been destroyed.He understood that the principal might want to take this opportunity to eliminate Voldemort once and for all, but Dumbledore also said that Voldemort's current state is not truly alive, so he cannot be truly killed.When he said this, the headmaster looked a little sad, as if Voldemort was really only Harry who could deal with it.

He felt a little happy.Although he didn't know if he played any role in the incident, Harry was fine and that was enough.

"I think you should visit him." Upon hearing that Harry had woken up, Ron and Hermione planned to visit the hospital wing.Ron tried to call him before leaving, "I don't understand what's going on between the two of you. We were supposed to go through the trapdoor together, but he left you out. But anyway, it's over, and you guys Is it time to make up?"

Hermione seemed to have noticed something, "I'm not sure what the professors designed the level based on. Harry cracked Professor Flitwick's key array, and I solved Professor Snape's puzzle. Winning Professor McGonagall's chess piece, it seems that even if you go, there is no room to play. It's too weird, all the levels are tailor-made for us."

"You're thinking too much, Hermione." He said with a smile, "I won't go to see him, there is only one day left in the semester, let this semester have a happy ending, I don't want him to wake up It’s because I’m bothered.”

Gryffindor won the House Cup, which did not surprise him at all, but Neville won the cup, which made him really happy for the other party. Perhaps this was the best gift Neville received this semester.

When he left the school, he didn't say goodbye to Professor McGonagall, he was afraid that he would be reluctant to leave here.If he acts weak and pitiful in front of Mag, the other party will definitely invite him to live with him.As much as he wished so, his ego would not allow him to exploit McGonagall's feelings for him for his own benefit.He has caused enough damage to the opponent, and he will try his best to make up for it, but there is a limit to what he can do.

Just when he was about to return to the orphanage alone, Ron stopped him.

"I don't know if I can invite you to my house, this summer vacation." The other party's freckles were a little red, "Harry and Hermione both agreed, you can come too."

"I'd love to, waiting for your owl," he replied reservedly, not wanting to appear as if he was actually a little flattered.

"I mean, now, come with me." Ron's whole face turned red, "Don't blame me...I told your parents about your situation, and they all hope to do something for you What. I don't want you to misinterpret it as sympathy, just treat it as saving my summer homework, please!"

"I..." He reluctantly admitted that he felt sympathized.

"Please be sure to agree!" Ron's head was about to burst into steam.

"Okay." He replied helplessly, "I'm actually quite happy."

"Great!" The other party threw himself on him and hugged him tightly.

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☆、Chamber 1

"So you're Ender. Ron often tells us about you, 'Harry Potter's bravest friend'." Ron's mother, Mollie, was a dumpy, smiling woman who gave him a warm welcome as soon as they met. hug.

He didn't know what to say, didn't Ron tell his parents that he and Harry were no longer friends?But maybe it's just that Ron has no other suitable way to introduce him to his parents. Apart from being Harry's friend, is there anything worth remembering about him?

"Is that true? Have you ever fought against a mysterious person?" Mr. Weasley was a middle-aged man who was a little bald, and he was helping them open the door of the Leaky Cauldron when they were talking. The Weasleys' house - The Burrow.

"Don't talk about it here!" Ron hissed softly, but his expression seemed to be eager to find a place to talk about this experience, "Who knows if there will be a mysterious person's eyeliner!"

This doesn't seem to be the key issue, does it?He looked at Ron reproachfully, when did he fight Voldemort?

They taught him how to use Floo powder, and in the blink of an eye he was in the Weasleys' living room.

"It's really wonderful here." He didn't care to slap the ashes off his body, and was fascinated by the various life-like magic in the house.The style of the Burrow is completely different from Professor McGonagall's house. There are magic items everywhere, clocks showing everyone's status, automatic washing pots, and other such gadgets. Even this crooked building looks like A house that is about to collapse at any time, but can hold it firmly, is like the result of magic.

"Don't dislike our shabby home." Ron came out after him and muttered.

"How could it be? It's like a fairytale here." He looked out the window, and it seemed that the Weasleys' house was located in a field. "Is there a place where wizards live nearby?"

"Not really, there are several families of wizards around, mainly relatives of our family, so we can fly in the sky on broomsticks, but there are also some Muggles living, so we can't fly too high." Ron explained to him . "Hey, you haven't told me how you fought with the mysterious man in the Forbidden Forest that day? Harry admired you when he said it," the other party showed a look of awe and fascination, "I really want to know How does it feel to be talked about by a mysterious person."

"That feeling means that death is not far away." One of George and Fred came over and patted Ron on the shoulder.

"He'll put a powerful curse on you." Another came around, "like those hapless Defense Against the Dark Arts professors."

"Why are you all stuck in front of the fireplace?" Ms. Weasley came out. "Oh, honey, you sit down first, and I'll make you a pot of tea. Ron!" She turned to her little son, "Go and put the Clean up your room and make room."

"You can tell me this story when I get back." Ron hurried upstairs.

"Ignore him. Tell us." The twins sat opposite him. "How did you deal with the mysterious man? Punch him in the nose?"

"In fact, he doesn't seem to have a nose." Their curiosity made him sit on pins and needles, and it was hard to say whether it was Mrs. Weasley's enthusiasm or the Weasley brothers' prying of him that made him want to escape the house more.

"Wow! That's so cool!" the twins exclaimed in unison.

"Can't you stop for a while?" Mrs. Weasley came over with the teapot, "He can take a breath after a while, and you still have to force him to recall those terrible things."

"It's not that scary. At that time, the mysterious man was very weak and had to rely on the blood of unicorns to sustain his life. He had no strength himself, and I was fighting with Quirrell." He thought about it, and felt that this would still be very difficult. After accepting it, he changed his mouth and said, "It's not a fight, most of the time I was running for my life, and in the end it was the horseman who saved me."

"Surviving the mysterious man is quite remarkable." Mrs. Weasley kissed him on the forehead. "So many people died."

"Don't be humble." Ron quickly jumped down again, "Harry told me that you followed him into the Forbidden Forest. After he was discovered by the mysterious man, Firenze took him away. You just hold back the mysterious man and buy him time."

"I didn't find You-Know-Who to gain time..." At that time, he didn't even know that it was Voldemort. Thinking about it now, if he had known what was under the hood, he might not have launched the attack bravely.

But the others didn't listen, Mrs. Weasley hugged him tightly, "Did you do this to save Harry? Merlin, boy, you are so brave!"

"Harry said he was sorry for you, he shouldn't be so suspicious of you. You followed him to the Forbidden Forest because you were worried about him, and I was also afraid that something would happen to him, it was the Forbidden Forest! But I didn't have the guts to go out, at that time Gryffindor has already deducted a lot of points, and I'm afraid of being caught." Ron's expression was not so much terrified, but more regretful that he missed a good show, "But why didn't you tell us? "

"I don't want to look like I'm showing off." That seemed like the best reason to end the subject.

"How could this be showing off? Who would want to face You-Know-Who? Everyone wants to stay away!" exclaimed Mrs. Weasley.

However, judging from Ron's expression, he obviously said what the other party was thinking.He knew Ron was particularly interested in this because after he'd told the story, the other person could say, "Call me next time, buddy," and Mrs. Weasley would blame Ron , Tell the other party not to take risks.But in Gryffindor, which advocates adventure, this is a proof of courage and honor, and Ron can appear particularly respectable in front of his brothers.

He didn't mind the other party doing this, but judging from Ron's behavior of telling everyone how he passed the chessboard formation to everyone who was willing, it might not be a good choice to encourage Ron's habit.

Sure enough, they stopped talking about this topic, and Ron just muttered, "We're friends, we can talk about anything."

"If you don't mind, can I borrow our little friend?" Mr. Weasley rubbed his hands with some excitement. "I got a car, and someone can help me figure out the internal structure."

"Arthur!" Mrs. Weasley said dissatisfiedly with her hands on her hips.

"Okay." After he came to this world, he basically dealt with wizards, and he hadn't figured out how far the technology of this era had developed.In his time, cars were rarely used due to environmental concerns.

Even Newton didn't know about it, but Mr. Weasley was a master of dismantling things. The front hood of the poor car was lifted, and the parts inside were taken out and placed on the ground.He doubted that the other party needed his help, maybe these parts couldn't be put back in order.

"I can't figure out how Muggles make the car move." The other said, holding up the engine. "Even if I put all these things back, I can't drive the car."

To be honest, he didn't know either.

They spent a long time tinkering with that car.He took Mr. Weasley to the car recycling station, checked the structure of the next working car there, and then assembled the one in the Burrow according to the script.And he also replaced some old or damaged parts of the car - it can be seen that Mr. Weasley was relatively violent when disassembling it.But it wasn't until they were finally able to get the car out that Mr. Weasley didn't understand why.

"Ah, it's amazing! It's amazing!" On the day of the test drive, he sat in the driver's seat and slowly drove the classic car out of the warehouse. To be able to leave the warehouse one day is a great miracle. "Molly, do you believe it? We don't use any magic at all!"

"This is good news." Mrs. Weasley held up the spatula with a straight face, "Arthur, if you let me know what you did to that car that you shouldn't do..."

He couldn't hear the rest, and George and Fred gathered around him, asking a series of chattering questions, trying to figure out how to drive.He briefly explained what the brakes and accelerator do, how to put gears and turn the steering wheel, and soon the twins were driving around the Burrow in style.Mrs. Weasley gaped from ear to ear in surprise.But she couldn't find anything wrong with it, there was no Ministry of Magic rule that wizards couldn't use machines.

But it still takes magic to fix the car thoroughly.

Mr Weasley worked for the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Division and seized the loot during a raid.The wizards of the Ministry of Magic de-enchanted the car and left it alone, so Mr. Weasley took the car back to his home to study.Perhaps the wizard who cast the spell on the car did not get the car through any formal means. This car has an obvious problem, that is, there is no car key.

At present, they still rely on short circuits to start the ignition, and he used a cheap hairpin to pry open the trunk.The twins were very interested in this craft, and learned from him. For underage wizards, picking locks is much more practical than opening spells.

"So we only need to change two places, the starter and the lock of the trunk." Mr. Weasley stood in front of the car with his wand, and the twins were outside helping them out. "Can you explain the principle of activation again?"

"You just need to make this position electrified, and it must be controllable." For this reason, he also made a simple model with other materials to help Mr. Weasley demonstrate the specific operation method.

"Okay, no problem, it's easy." The other party rolled up his sleeves, tapped the keyhole with his wand, and the car's engine really started. "We made it!"

"It looks so, but how do you make it stop?"

"Uh, that's a good question."

They ended up shutting down the engine by dispelling the spell.

"But in this way, only wizards can use this car normally." He realized that this is a defect of magic, which is not as good as mechanical products in terms of automation and precise control.

"That's just right." Mr. Weasley blinked at him. "You know my job is to prevent Muggle objects from being enchanted and flowing back into the Muggle world. It would cause a lot of trouble, and Muggle Melon will also discover the existence of magic. But if such things can only be used by wizards, there will be no similar troubles."

He knew that Mr. Weasley had been trying to magically transform the car, but it was against the law.

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☆、Chamber 2

"No, no, I wrote the law, and I left a loophole for my little research." The other party smiled triumphantly, "As long as I don't plan to use enchanted Muggle items, then even if I It casts spells and does not break the law."

This can only be the other party's self-comforting statement.Mr. Weasley removed the lock of the trunk and replaced it with a magic lock, and then deformed the trunk, including the space inside the car was also expanded. "Very practical little magic. If we go to watch the Quidditch game, we need a tent with an expansion spell cast on it." The other party hid the traces of the magic again, "Okay, Molly can't see it anymore."

"Is this magic permanent?" He was worried that someday they would sit in the car and the spell would wear off.

"It's not permanent, but as long as I'm still alive, it shouldn't fail." After modifying the car, Mr. Weasley put away his wand, lovingly stroking the old car polished by them. "Many spellcasting items that cause trouble, except those that intentionally tease Muggles, are mainly caused by poor magic that leads to premature failure or confusion. Of course, there are also cases where antiques that have been passed down for centuries finally lose their effectiveness many years after the death of the spellcaster."

This is very convenient, and he kind of wants to make something for himself.

"But Muggle things have permanent effects, right? It's very difficult for wizards. Only the most powerful wizards can cast truly permanent magic, and it can't be too complicated. I really don't understand those How do Muggles do it?"

"If you want to understand, the car is still too complicated." He patted the classic car, and the car spewed out exhaust with a whine, which startled him. "It's a highly developed manufactured product that incorporates a variety of mechanical designs. You can start with small things, like models."

He dragged out a box, which was filled with scrap parts that Mr. Weasley got from various sources, and then waved his wand to select the ones he needed and assemble them. Some unsuitable parts were properly deformed, and then made a beautiful shell, and finally came up with a simple model of an old fighter jet.Of course, this model can't fly, it can only slide on the ground.

"You learn so quickly." Mr. Weasley pushed the model, and the small plane, no bigger than a palm, slid out. "What is this thing supposed to be used for?"

"If it's genuine, it can fly." After thinking for a while, he added an incomplete floating spell to the plane to offset part of the gravity, and then let the turbine spin up. "You try pushing it again?"

Mr. Weasley pushed curiously, and the plane really flew up, but not too high, and soon turned upside down in the air due to the airflow, until it fell.

The model fell to the ground and shattered.

They were all silent.

"You should have made this kind of model before. You look very skilled." Mr. Weasley picked up the pieces with some distress, "It's really exquisite."

"Before I left home, my brother taught me how to make models." In fact, he doesn't remember much about that time, it's too far away, as if it happened in his previous life. "My brother likes all kinds of things that can fly. He always studies those planes, rockets, spaceships and so on. We will make models of the most famous aircraft in history together to compete who can do better. He is eager to leave ground."

"Is he a Muggle?" asked the other. "What a pity. If he had been gifted with magic, he might have been a good Quidditch player."

If Peter had the talent, he thought about it, he would only make the world his own faster.

"I figured it out!" Mr. Weasley was excited again. "Why don't we let this car fly? Just like you did, let it float and give it a forward momentum! Maybe It is very difficult for a melon to achieve this, but with magic, it couldn't be easier!"

The opponent was full of enthusiasm and immediately started to move.

"That's not safe!" He was frightened by the opponent's mobility, "The car may be seen, and if it flies too high, it may hit the plane." In fact, what he wanted to say was that so many messy magic plus Wouldn't something happen on the same item?

"Then make it invisible. The air is safe for wizards, otherwise there wouldn't be so many people on broomsticks."

Mr. Weasley added a flying effect to the car, and the flying speed in the air was actually faster than running on the road. He also changed the CD player into an invisibility device, which was equivalent to adding a disillusionment spell to the car after use.In the end, under his strong request, the other party improved the protective device, such as if the car fell quickly, it would spray an air cushion on the chassis - he originally wanted a parachute, but Mr. Weasley thought it was more difficult.Seat belts have been made stronger, and doors have been reinforced to stop half the occupants from falling out of the car.It took several trials and errors to ensure that passengers would not be entangled in seat belts and would not be hindered when they needed to get out of the car in an emergency.After several test flights, they added a balance device to make the car fly more smoothly, even if it is driven on the ground, it will not bump.

"The Ministry of Magic has several cars that have been modified like this. They are not illegal at all." When he pointed out that the car that had been so enchanted that it was almost turned into a complete magic item was a serious violation, Wes Mr. Lay threw out a new excuse. "Of course, they can't fly. But you see, I didn't use many new things. I remember Sirius also had a flying motorcycle. It was supposed to be confiscated, but Hagrid took it. He modified it to be comparable. I'm too much, and I have attack capabilities. Do you think we should put defenses on the car? Like spraying a wall from the exhaust pipe or something."

"Let me try it on small things first." He had a new inspiration.

In fact, he had long wanted to make himself a freezing gun.The wand was inconvenient for him, it was hard work to cast the silent spell and get rid of the wand-waving motion, it required a lot of concentration, and if the wizard wasn't in the right shape, the situation could become quite dangerous.If only there were a magic item that could replace spells... He asked the twins, who were interested in self-casting wands, but he had better ideas.

"Don't tell anyone else, especially Ron." When he finally got the freeze gun ready, he called in the twins to help him experiment.

"No problem, we're keeping it secret. Ron the Brat won't know anything."

"I designed this thing in imitation of a revolver. It has a trigger. When the trigger is pulled, it can fire magic." He aimed at the goblin in the garden. "The time you pull the trigger can adjust the strength and range of the magic. The longer the trigger, The greater the power."

A red light shot out, hit the target, and the goblin fell.

"Is this the Stunning Curse?" Fred picked up the unconscious goblin, "You're so handsome! The Aurors will love you!"

"I have set up six spells, and you can change the spells fired by turning the trough." The goblins in the garden came over when they heard the sound. As if hitting an invisible wall, it froze there, "Spelling Curse," a goblin was knocked into the air, "Full Body Binding Curse," the goblin he aimed at was as stiff as Neville, and fell down straight , "Cutting Curse," he didn't dare to experiment on the goblin, but aimed at a branch and cut it off effortlessly, "Crushing Curse," he smashed a stump this time, "and what you just saw The stun spell."

"I can understand why you were able to defeat the mysterious man."

"If you had been born earlier and caught up with the last war, maybe we wouldn't need little Harry to defeat the You-Know-Who."

"Tell me, what do you want us to test?"

"We are happy to contribute our modest efforts to such a great invention."

The twins' compliment made him a little embarrassed, "I want to try to see if these spells can be countered."

"It's very difficult, because you don't need to recite the spell, and the other party doesn't know what spell you will use." George stood opposite him, "You have to tell me what you are going to use first."

"Fred, you launch it, I'm afraid I can't grasp the rhythm." Without spells and movements, the speed of casting magic will become very fast. If you want to counteract the incoming spell, I am afraid that only the twins A tacit understanding can do it. "This one, the Stunning Curse."