Magicians and Lively Classrooms

In the middle of the field, Loki was in critical condition. In the next second, if he was hit by the arrow of the wind, he would be in danger of appearing on the stage. On the other hand, Loki was still in a hurry at this time, stretched out his wand, and a strange syllable of "minimize" came from From Loki's mouth, a huge wave of magic power was released, and a frost storm burst out. The shackles of the wind on Loki's body were easily broken, and Loki walked out of it. Pass.

Malfoy was frozen by the icy wind that swept the entire arena, and at this time he was unable to move. Although he had the advantage of speed, he was still powerless in the face of such a huge range of interpretations.

"You? Are you able to cast a level 2 magic ice ring spell?" Malfoy had an unbelievable expression on his face. In less than a month, Loki has already mastered level 2 magic. Without it, I don't know how difficult it is to use the promotion to fully master the second-level magic. Loki can use the second-level magic at this moment, which is simply impossible for Malfoy.

"Fortunately, just a few days ago, meditation broke through the magic apprentice stage, and now it has reached the official magician, so" Loki didn't have a proud look on his face, just looked at Malfoy with regret and said humbly.

"Forget it, I admit defeat. As a magic apprentice and a magician, fighting against a magician is completely looking for abuse." Malfoy waved his hand in a murmur and walked out of the field directly.

"Loki, your cultivation progress is very fast, but don't focus on the speed of cultivation. Strength is of course the key, but the realm must also follow strength. A magician's understanding and mood are the first, followed by his magic cultivation. Don't put the cart before the horse. That's good." Augustus was not surprised by Loki's speed. In another world, talented youngsters like Loki are innumerable, geniuses are never lacking, and they can cross that step and leap over the dragon gate. It is rare.

Next is the duel between Malfoy and Lillian. There is no suspense. Malfoy lost to Lillian, who is already an intermediate magic apprentice. Not to mention, for the fire magic that has always been attack-oriented, Malfoy is difficult to parry, and finally Losing a duel is a logical thing, but Malfoy seems to have a hard time accepting losing to Lillian, and until everyone walks out of the Response Room, they all have gloomy expressions on their faces.

News of Colin Creevey's attack and now lying dead in the ward spread throughout the school Monday morning. Suddenly, rumors spread in the school, and everyone was suspicious. First-year students are now always moving in groups of three or five as if they were afraid they would be attacked if they acted alone.

During this time, everyone exchanged amulets, exorcisms, and other things to protect themselves without the knowledge of the teacher. The practice quickly took the school by storm, and Neville Longbottom bought a stinking giant onion, a spiky amethyst, and a rotting salamander tail. It turned out that the other boys in Gryffindor told him that he was not actually in danger: he was pure blood and therefore would not be attacked.

"They hit Filch first," Nacheng said, his round face full of fear. "Everyone knows, I'm pretty much a Squib."

Potions class takes place in a large basement classroom. Thursday afternoon classes started as usual. Twenty cauldrons stood between wooden tables, on which were copper scales and jars of ingredients. Snape roamed back and forth amid the haze, rudely criticizing the work of the Gryffindor students, while the Slytherin students snickered gleefully. Draco Malfoy, Snape's favorite protégé, kept rolling his eyes at Ron and Harry with his goldfish eyes. Ron and Harry knew that if they gave an eye for an eye, they would be locked up immediately before they could even say "wronged". Harry's swelling potion had boiled too thin, and his mind was preoccupied with more important things. He was waiting for Hermione's signal, and he hardly listened when Snape stopped to laugh at his lack of water. Snape turned around and went to find Ballast to bully Neville, and Hermione met Harry's gaze and nodded. Harry quickly stooped to hide behind his cauldron, took a string of Fred's slugged fireworks from his pocket, and gave it a quick click with his wand. Fireworks began to hiss, in and out of sparks. Knowing that he only had a few seconds, Harry straightened up, aimed at the target, and threw the fireworks out. The fireworks fell precisely into Goyle's pot.

Augustus glanced at Harry suspiciously, what was the situation, they dared to pick up trouble in Snape's class, were they planning something else to divert Snape's goal, otherwise Harry's character, it is hard to imagine that it would develop like George Fred, even with the guts of the twins, did not dare to mess around in Snape's class.

Gore's soup exploded, pouring it on the whole class. Everyone screamed under the attack of the splashing swelling potion. Malfoy was doused and his nose inflated like a balloon; Goyle covered his eyes with his hands and stumbled, his eyes swollen the size of a lunch plate. Snape was trying desperately to keep everyone quiet and figure out what was going on. Amid the chaos, Harry saw Hermione sneaking out of the classroom.

Augustus also noticed Hermione's departure. It seemed that the trio had begun their adventure again. Augustus reluctantly pressed his forehead and began to heal Malfoy. A secondary healing spell was released to On Malfoy, and most of the burns on Malfoy's face and head disappeared instantly. Malfoy nodded gratefully to Augustus, then searched viciously around, as if trying to find the killer behind it.

"Quiet! Quiet!" Snape roared. "The classmates who were splashed with the potion came to me to get the anti-swelling agent. When I figure out who did it..." Harry held back his laughter, half the class The classmates crowded chaotically towards Snape's desk, some had arms so swollen they couldn't lift them, and some had their mouths so swollen that they couldn't speak at all. At this moment, Harry saw Hermione slip back into the basement again, a lump in the front of her dress. When everyone drank the antidote and all kinds of arsine swelling subsided, Snape walked quickly to Goyle's cauldron and scooped out the twisted black pyrotechnic ashes with a spoon, and the classroom was suddenly silent. "As soon as I find out who threw it," Snape whispered, "I'll have to fire that guy." Harry tried his best to get a confused look on his face. Snape was staring at him, and thankfully, ten minutes later, the bell rang.

Augustus looked at the trio who left in a hurry with a smile on his face. Snape didn't get to the bottom of it, and they were considered lucky. Adventure and blood always go hand in hand. I don't know what strange secret this time.