Superman's Journey

Chapter 341
Voldemort wanted to resist Lincoln's blasphemy and humiliation, but it was obvious that he couldn't.

In the face of Lincoln's power, Voldemort, who was only a fragment of his soul, was too weak, so weak that he was no different from those dementors who could be completely wiped out in one fell swoop.

Horcruxes are powerful, storing souls and ensuring that their creators can wait for the next chance of resurrection even after physical death, but they are also weak, because once discovered, anyone can find a way to give them to the Horcruxes. Destroy it, and then destroy the soul in it.

Lincoln didn't completely destroy Voldemort's diary, that's too boring, he was torturing Voldemort.

Fill the soul in the diary with massive information, one day, two days, three days.
From the complex structure of the color map at the beginning to the indescribable picture, time passed continuously, and Voldemort in the diary really realized what real torture is.

Just one glance at that crazy picture can give birth to countless crazy thoughts in one's mind, but now, he is forced to accept the almost video-like distorted pattern.

As a ruthless man who can create seven Horcruxes by himself, Voldemort's spirit is undoubtedly tenacious. Even if it is only a piece of soul fragment, his will is firm, but in the face of that indescribable distortion, his spirit quickly collapsed.

His soul still exists in the diary, and he can even continue to be resurrected by relying on the soul in this diary, but even if he is resurrected, it is no longer the all-powerful Voldemort in the past, but just a man who was tortured to the point of mental breakdown. the poor guy.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it was ruined in only three days. I thought the second-generation Dark Lord could hold on for a while longer."

Seeing that Voldemort had become a fool, Lincoln lost interest and stopped his movements. He looked at the pair of blueprints on the table in front of him and pondered for a moment, his eyes lit up slightly: "Yes!"

A few days later, the innovative magic practical teaching class continued as usual.

Whether it was the Ministry of Magic or the pure-blood family, they forgot what Lincoln had done through selective amnesia. No one dared to stop what Lincoln did. Even Professor McGonagall chose to disappear at this time.

Professor McGonagall is courageous, but she has no need to fight Lincoln.

Although Lincoln wiped out the dementors, destroyed Azkaban, and massacred a large number of Azkaban prisoners, he never substantially harmed any of the Hogwarts students.

Although the process of class seemed a bit exciting, it was limited to excitement, and the danger was even less than that of Potions class and Magical Creatures class. There was not even an explosion in Lincoln's class.

But today's class may be a little exception.

In the classroom, Harry and his group of first-year freshmen looked at Lincoln with eager eyes and some excitement, ready to welcome a brand new class, but then, what Lincoln took out made them look stupid.

Lifting the thing in his hand high, Lincoln looked at everyone in the classroom and said, "Who can tell me what this is?"

Seeing some changes in the appearance of Lincoln's hand, but the general structure is still visible, the minds of Muggle wizards like Harry and Hermione froze for a moment, and after a while he hesitated: "Hand ,pistol?"

"That's right, a pistol." Lincoln nodded, then flipped his palm, and took out another thing: "Then what is this now?"

"rifle!"

"That's right, a rifle." Lincoln nodded, and then he looked at the students who were a little confused and said, "Do you not understand why I took these things out? The reason is very simple, let you know that magic is not omnipotent .”

"M1911, a .45 caliber semi-automatic pistol, with a muzzle velocity of 250m/s, an effective range of 50 meters, and a rate of fire of 35 rounds per minute, which can easily blow a person's head off."

"M4A1, a 5.56mm caliber automatic rifle, with a muzzle velocity of 880m/s, an effective range of 450, and a rate of fire of [-] rounds per minute. It only takes one shot to basically declare death."

"Whether it's the former or the latter, you can easily kill a wizard. Tens of hundreds of meters away, an attack beyond the speed of sound can kill you before you hear the attack."

"You need to study for a long time to master the power of magic, but it only takes a month or even a week to learn to use a gun. Unless it is a handicapped person, anyone can pick up a gun and kill whoever wants to kill .”

"And these two weapons are far from the limit of conventional thermal weapons. Large-caliber sniper rifles can even attack you from thousands of meters away. You can't even find out who is attacking you and where, and you will die. .”

"Facing the person who wants to kill you with this weapon, tell me, what are you going to use to resist!"

Lincoln spoke on the podium, while the students in the audience were stunned by the icy data as they watched the things on the podium.

Mysterious power is always desirable, even someone like Harry who knows a lot about firearms will always subconsciously think that magic should have a higher status, but at this time, they were awakened.

Wizards do have magic, but if they face a hidden muzzle, their fate will not be much better than ordinary people, unless they can always put on themselves a body similar to armor. curse.

Harry and the others remained silent, silent and silent, they felt as if they knew what the lesson was about: "Professor, are we going to learn how to cast defensive magic at any time?"

"Defensive magic?" Lincoln chuckled, patted the rifle and said, "This thing can easily penetrate a steel plate the thickness of a finger. Do you think your armor body can have this hardness?"

Lincoln's words made Harry and the others look at each other, and couldn't help hesitating: "Then what do you mean, Professor?"

"It is not obvious to want to resist the attack of weapons, because the development of weapons is always improving, but our thinking can be changed a little bit."

"Use spells to weaken your own sense of existence and not be targeted by others, or, directly learn the use of thermal weapons and transform them into more powerful magic weapons!"

"You rookies don't have the strength to fight back against guns, but in fact, not to mention you, even those wizards who have graduated, facing the sudden appearance of guns, their fate is the same as yours. "

"Carrying a gun with you can always play some unexpected roles sometimes."

"In this class, what I want to give you is to skillfully use American Iai! Attack the enemy by surprise and win."

(End of this chapter)