Chapter 152: Harassment (Edited)

"Am I a free man in a free world?" Dumbledore did understand what he was saying, and patiently explained to Tom, "What you just shouted is in Celtic, a dead language, of which only a few roots have survived."

Tom looked at Professor Dumbledore with a very complicated look, Dumbledore said in a very common tone that he was just a wizard who lived long enough.

If you live long enough, you will naturally know some unpopular knowledge.

By this time, the fat man had jumped on Evans and was wrestling with him. Tom knew Evans was an excellent wizard, but he didn't expect his melee skills to be any good as well. A normal wizard who would have been pinned down by such a fearless creature would have been left for dead, but not Evans.

When he was tackled by the fat man, he grabbed the fat man's neck so he couldn't bite it, and pulled the fat man's arms apart with his other hand, and the two became entangled together.

At that moment, the other men on the train rushed forward, a man in a gray suit grabbed the fat man by the shoulders, as he shouted, "Sir, calm down, for God's sake!"

The fat man turned his face towards him, and the man in gray saw the fat man's face: it was swollen like sourdough, the skin had swollen, shiny and transparent, and with the closing of the mouth and the shaking of the bones, a stream of pus dripped from the various holes. Without the dememorizing incantation, this scene would have been a nightmare for the rest of his life.

After the fat man was thus disturbed, the pressure on Evans' body suddenly dropped. With a kick, he kicked the fat man off his body. The man in gray behind the fat man also took the opportunity to loosen his grip on the fat man.

After loosening his grip, he felt a sticky mess on his hand and looked down to see that it was covered in a yellowish brown liquid. The man flinched, and for a moment felt the urge to cut his hand. With all his might, he wiped his hand on the seat next to him, but the slippery feeling remained on his hand.

"Fire!" Evans took only a few seconds from lunging at him to kicking his opponent away, and his next reaction was swift: he didn't even use his wand, he simply cast a fire spell without his wand, turning the fat man into a huge fireball.

But it was clearly a bad decision.

If the fat man had been alive, the spell would have been enough to render him helpless. But he was already dead, and dead pigs don't fear boiling water, and dead men don't fear fire. Evans helped him by casting a fire spell on him.

The accumulated grease from the hamburgers, cola, steak and butter burned fiercely in the air, and the methane from the microbes in the fat man's corpse joined the heat feast, making the flames even more intense, and the outer flame seemed to have a slight blue cast.

The Muggles in the carriage were stunned at what they thought was a verbal altercation between the two men, but now that the mess had clearly gotten out of control, the names of familiar organizations flashed through the passengers' minds.

They were in a mess, scrambling to run for the front door of the carriage, leaving Evans and the flaming man facing each other at the rear door.

The madness of the flames eased the burden on the fat man, who moved even faster, leaving a trail of secondary images in the carriage. At such speed, a wizard's spell could barely hit him. But Evans hadn't considered casting a spell on it either.

Evans decided to wait and see what happened.

Since the man's target is himself, he will definitely attack it and just need to wait quietly, so he cast several Protego Charm around it.

His Protego Charm, it seemed, was different from usual. A normal wizard's Protego Charm would have formed a translucent shield that would have protected him in a certain area, but Evans' Protego Charm was much more extensive, enveloping almost his entire body. In addition, a small portion was more solid, with a faint metallic sheen.

Like a ball of fire, the fat man slammed into Evans' Protego Charm, causing the translucent membrane to shudder, but in the end it did not break. When the man tried to get out, he found that the thin gray cloak clung to him as if it were sticky, absorbing the flames from his body at great speed.

Dumbledore looked at the Protego Charm, stroked his beard and looked at it with interest, watching it for a while.

"Great idea, a modified Protego Charm that absorbs magic from the outside world and strengthens itself, a spell you don't see often. If you want to break it, you'll have to pour a lot of magic in a short time to break it."

Tom looked at Evans' Protego Charm and was somewhat impressed: there was something about Evans' Protego Charm that could serve to strengthen the defense. The Protego Charm was almost invincible against a single spell, and as long as the difference in strength was not too great, the spell would either bounce off or be pushed away. However, there is a limit to its protection against continuous spells, a good example of this is Wood's Protego Enchantments being broken by [Sister]'s flock of birds. Not only continuous spells, but also physical attacks can do significant damage to a Protego Enchantment.

In general, a Protego Enchantment can only block and bounce a spell. Once blocked, the Protego Enchantment will dissipate as it runs out of energy. Evans' enhancement to the Protego Enchantments is undoubtedly a way to recharge the spell, giving this spell greater longevity. However, this enhancement has both advantages and disadvantages, and as Evans saw it, it could only be used on a small area of protection.

The man broke free of Evans' Protego Charm and instinctively put some distance between himself and Evans. He was now a white skeleton, with black flames flickering in his two eyes and a fire coiled in the ribs of his chest, which moved up and down as he breathed, flowing from his chest to his limbs and back to his chest, like human blood.

Often, however, what is done by instinct is wrong. The skeleton's decision to distance himself from Evans, the wizard, was foolish. Evans pulled out his wand and a series of spells flew from the tip, sending bone fragments flying around the skeleton.

This skeleton is extraordinarily strong. If it were replaced by other bones, it would have long become bone slag that can be used as fertilizer, but it only backed up a few steps and broke a few bones.

The skeletal monster regained his balance, and the bones that had flown out flew back toward him. But he realized that he could no longer move, because countless vines had sprouted from the ground, entangling themselves with his bones and pinning him firmly to the ground.