Magical Studies at Hogwarts

Chapter 151 Punishment
At a certain moment, Little Barty clearly felt that the master's student in front of him really wanted to kill him.

Compared with the holiday, Ike's strength seems to have improved a lot.

No, not right!

He wasn't at his full potential during the holidays!
The Imperishing Curse, which was cast with all its strength, obviously took effect at the beginning, but in just a split second, Ike broke free.

Immediately afterwards, there was that magic that could not tell whether it was the Explosion Curse or the Crushing Curse.

Floating weakly in the air, Little Barty felt that at least half of his bones were broken.

"Do you want to die, Barty Jr.?"

Ike's tone was still cold, and fear spread quietly.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Little Barty suddenly coughed, and bright red blood splashed from his mouth.Ike frowned slightly, and the blood splashed on him floated into the air.

At this moment, everyone in the classroom who was shocked by Ike's actions before finally came back to their senses. Except for a very few people, the rest all retreated away from Ike.

"Ike..." Stuart, Terry, Michael and Anthony didn't move, and Hermione slowly moved towards Ike.

"Don't get excited, Ike, put Professor Moody down first..." Hermione persuaded cautiously, but Ike didn't even turn his head.

She could clearly see their mouths moving, but she couldn't hear what they were saying.

Slowly, Hermione got closer and closer, and she could touch the golden threads still surrounding Ike with her hand.

She didn't know what these silk threads were, they were not in the book, but she heard Ike mention it once, and it was his "last defense".

To be sure, this stuff is dangerous.

"what!"

He stretched out his hand tentatively, and as soon as he touched the gold wire, his fingers felt as if they had been electrocuted.

"Hermione!"

Harry, Stuart and others all gathered around, but visible to the naked eye, those golden threads swelled outwards in a big circle.

"Go to the professors!"

Hermione shouted, with her arms outstretched to stop the rushing crowd.At this moment, Ike in the golden thread moved!
"boom!"

With the wave of Ike's wand, Moody was slammed into the air, but as if there was a barrier, he stopped suddenly in the air before flying far, with faint ripples on his back.

"Don't be dazed, go find the professors! Find them all!" Looking at the group of guys huddled behind the professor, Hermione became angry.

Fortunately, someone finally moved this time, and they all ran out.

Screaming all the way, loud, loud...

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Like a sandbag, Moody's limp body fell back and forth in mid-air, and the bright red blood was still fixed in mid-air, and more and more.

"Do you know what this is, Hermione?" Terry asked solemnly, looking at Ike who was ravaging Moody as if no one else was around.

"Ike just said that this is his 'last defense', and it seems to be related to ancient magic." Hermione was very anxious, and tried to reach out her hand again.

As a result, it remains the same.

"It seems that he locked himself and Moody together, so he couldn't hear our voice." Stuart said seriously, "And look at his eyes, is that... blood?"

Several people gathered around, but there was nothing they could do.Hermione looked anxiously at the door, hoping that the professor would come in just a second later.But Moody had already been thrown into a blood gourd by Ike, and no one came over.

Turning around and pushing Harry and Ron who had been watching from behind, Hermione directly ordered: "Ron, you go to Professor McGonagall! Harry, you go to Dumbledore!"

"I'll go to Professor Flitwick." Terry said immediately, and Michael also said that he would go to Snape.

"Those guys are not reliable at all, and they don't know where they went."

The four of them ran out of the classroom quickly, and Anthony followed, guarding in the corridor, ready to shout if the professor arrived.

Hermione and Stuart stood guard cautiously, watching helplessly as more and more drops of blood floated in the air.

"Hurry up, professor!"

Suddenly Ron's voice came from his ear, and Anthony also called out "Professor McGonagall".

Turning his head, he saw Professor McGonagall running in with a dignified face, and behind him was Ron who was running out of breath.

"I... I... met... on the way, there are...someone..." Ron couldn't even catch his breath, and said to Hermione intermittently.

"Professor McGonagall..." Hermione lowered her head like a frightened quail.Professor McGonagall just patted her on the shoulder, then pulled out her wand, and a red light flew straight over.

"boom!"

As if something had exploded, the golden thread suddenly expanded outward again.Professor McGonagall's expression remained unchanged, and with a horizontal wand across his chest, a silver-white shield emerged, protecting himself and Hermione next to him.

After stepping back slowly, Professor McGonagall put down his wand.

"Anyone to inform Dumbledore?"

"Harry has gone." Hermione replied, and asked again full of worry, "Professor McGonagall, Ike..."

"Miss Granger, you have to know that what happened to Stryde this time is serious."

"Assaulting a professor is wrong."

"But Professor, Ike is because Professor Moody used the Imperius Curse on him..." Before finishing speaking, Professor McGonagall interrupted Hermione.

"As far as I know, Moody has used the Imperius Curse on everyone, and it's been a long time."

"But that's different!" Hermione said excitedly, "The Imperius Curse... must be different! Otherwise, this magic would not be triggered!"

"Miss Granger, do you know this magic?" Professor McGonagall said seriously, "I don't want you to hide anything about it, you know the seriousness of the matter."

"Sorry, professor, I... I just know this is Ike's 'last defense', that's what he told me." Hermione lowered her head, and she heard the meaning of Professor McGonagall's words.

"Ike, will he be fired?"

"I can't promise, Miss Granger." Professor McGonagall shook his head slightly, and looked solemnly at Ike and the bloody Moody again.

The wand was raised and shouted, "The Sorting Hat is coming!"

Just when Hermione was still wondering why Professor McGonagall called the Sorting Hat, a red light flashed suddenly in the classroom, followed by the figures of Dumbledore and Harry.

"Dumbledore, what kind of magic is this?" Professor McGonagall asked directly.

Dumbledore raised his hand slightly, then stretched aside, just in time to catch the Sorting Hat that had traveled a long distance.

"Just right."

Handing the sorting hat to Professor McGonagall, Dumbledore drew out a wand that looked like a phalanx.

"I'm sorry, but I've never seen such magic." Dumbledore said while drawing a trail with his wand in the air, leaving a red thread.

"But I can see the composition of this magic..."

"It has to be said that Mr. Stryde's research on ancient magic and ancient runes has reached an extremely deep level. Under other circumstances, this magic is enough for him to win a Merlin Medal!"

There are more and more red threads in the air, and Dumbledore continued: "Guard, stabilize, automatically trigger when receiving fatal damage, protect yourself..."

"Hmm... and restraint and confinement?"

"Restrain the enemy, imprison... no, it is a blockade, block an independent space, and use it for the last...resistance?"

Dumbledore stopped, raised his hand to disperse the red thread that had wrapped the golden thread, and started drawing again.

"I almost read it wrong, what a commendable talent!"

"Albus!"

"Oh, sorry, I was just amazed." Dumbledore said, "In short, this is a variant of ancient magic, and Mr. Stryde has made some changes to it."

"After I entangle these golden threads, you will split them."

"Be quick, or we may well lose Mr. Strider and Moody forever."

"Okay, Albus." Professor McGonagall agreed, put away his wand, reached out and drew a sharp sword from the sorting hat.

"It's... the Sword of Gryffindor!" exclaimed Hermione.

"That's right, Miss Granger." Dumbledore explained while manipulating the red thread to slowly wrap around the golden thread, "This is indeed the Gryffindor sword that only real Gryffindors can use..."

"Now, Minerva!"

Suddenly, the phalanx-shaped wand in Dumbledore's hand swung forward violently, and the red silk threads were directly entangled with the golden silk threads. Professor McGonagall was not soft on his hands, and slashed straight down with both swords in his hands.

"click, click"

Like the sound of glass breaking, some cracks appeared in the air for no reason.With another wave of Dumbledore's wand, all the threads were gone.

"Stop!"

With a finger of his wand, Dumbledore immediately caught Moody who was flying out fiercely. Before he could carefully examine his injuries, a huge red light flew towards him.

"Crack!"

A silver-white shield appeared, and the red light fell on it with only a crisp sound.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Help me take Moody to the school hospital. He doesn't seem to have many good bones. It looks like he's going to live for a long time." Dumbledore turned his head to look at Hermione and the others next to him, and blinked. , and made a joke, as if he didn't care about the spells that rained down on him.After Stewart, Harry, and Ron used magic to carry Professor Moody out, they turned back.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Like taking a walk, step by step towards Ike who is still releasing magic.The silver shield was like an indestructible fortress, even if it was beaten with silver light, it still stood firmly in front of Dumbledore.

"Time to stop, kid."

The tip of the stick lightly touched Ike's forehead, and wisps of white soft light like mist slowly faded away. Under the effect of the white light, the blood in Ike's eyes gradually faded.

Emotions came out of it again...

"It seems that you are awake, Mr. Strider." Dumbledore said with a smile, retracting his wand.

"Professor... Hermione..." Ike came back to his senses for a while, but then he was overwhelmed by the exhaustion and powerlessness, and fell straight down.

"Ike!" Hermione yelled and ran over, snatched the fainted Ike from Dumbledore's hand, shaking, but there was no reaction.

"Okay, Miss Granger, Mr. Strider just fainted from too much mana consumption. The magic power required for that magic is huge. Even with his current mana power, it is not an easy task. I lost so many spells." Dumbledore said with a smile on his face, "I think I, an old man, really need someone to comfort me."

"And..." Dumbledore pointed to the soft silver light that quietly wrapped Ike, "This ancient magic that he changed also protected him."

"Take him to the school hospital."

Watching Hermione and the others leave, and chasing away the students who heard the news and came to watch, Dumbledore repaired the wall that had just been knocked down with a repair spell.

"It seems that I'm late." Snape did not know when he arrived. He was standing at the door, looking at Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall in the classroom.

"It's a bit late indeed, the matter has been settled," said Dumbledore.

"Oh, what a pity." Snape sighed, as if genuinely sorry.

"Okay, Severus, we still have some things to discuss." After changing everything back to normal, Dumbledore threw another white light, "Go to my office, Felius and Pomona I have already notified, and it may be waiting for us by now..."

Back in the headmaster's office, Dumbledore poured a cup of black tea for the four headmasters, put the sorting hat back on the shelf, and then sat back in his seat, talking about what happened just now with Flitwick and Stanley who were not present. Professor Prout said it again

"It's very troublesome. I have to say that the nature of this matter is very bad and difficult." Dumbledore rubbed his forehead, looking quite embarrassed, "How should we deal with Mr. Strider?"

"Attacking the professor, destroying a classroom, and expelling him are the only options." Snape's cold voice sounded, and he seemed impatient. "Perhaps we can also deprive him of the right to use his wand."

"No, according to Dumbledore, it's obvious that Moody did something dangerous to Ike, and that's why everything happened." Professor Flitwick immediately retorted, "Ike can't be blamed entirely, expel him." It's too serious!"

"Moody is lying in the school hospital right now, Felius." Snape said, "Poor Moody, I wish him well, otherwise Stride will have to go to Azkaban for the rest of his life. "

"Okay, Severus." Dumbledore stopped Snape, who was about to continue, and looked at Professor McGonagall, who had been silent since saving Moody, "Minerva, what do you think?" Woolen cloth?"

"Mr. Strayde has indeed seriously violated the school rules." Professor McGonagall said with a frown, "but what Felius said is also true, this matter cannot be entirely blamed on Strayed."

"I think ... confinement, depriving Mr. Strider of the right to go to Hogsmeade."

"The time limit...one semester."

(End of this chapter)