Everyday Players at Hogwarts

Chapter 636 Popeye Transfiguration

"Is it true?" Hermione was surprised, watching Professor McGonagall lead them around the tent and into the woods.

She thought the tent had cast some kind of space expansion spell.

And when they passed the tent, four deep and fierce beast roars suddenly came over.

The roars did not come out suddenly, but seemed to be cut off in front.

This reminded Hermione of Ryan's words, "The sound insulation is very good."

But this "isolation" is not the kind of sound that she understands that prevents the sound from coming out.

Instead, the sound is cut off like tofu.

She took a tentative step back.

The beast roars that were coming out disappeared in an instant.

"There are more interesting things later." Ryan pulled Hermione forward.

Luna next to her seemed to sense something, "They are all very excited."

As soon as she finished speaking.

There were exclamations one after another.

It was a flame, it shot up high into the sky - 50 feet high.

This flame seemed to have inspired some inexplicable atmosphere.

After three different roars, three flames of different colors followed - bright red, green with green smoke, and ordinary bright yellow.

However, their flames did not shoot very high, all about 10 feet.

"Do you know what it is?" Hermione narrowed her eyes and looked at Luna.

Luna just shook her head.

She made a gesture for Hermione to listen carefully. She also added, "You should have known it long ago."

And Ryan nodded, "You really should have known it long ago.

You have the ability of fictional reasoning.

You may not have noticed it just now.

But your subconscious mind must have remembered it.

Follow your feelings.

This is a very common magical creature, but it is rare for wizards from Muggle families."

"Fire dragon?" Hermione said with a sincere heart.

Several images flashed through her mind. There were a few arguments about which dragons the dragon roars came from.

But just now her attention was on Ryan and Luna.

Ignored these.

"What kind of dragons are those?

I can only guess one, Hungarian Treehawk.

Only it can spit out flames from such a long distance."

"I think you don't need to ask." Ryan pointed to a place not far away.

They have now come to the stands built with magic.

The stands are surrounded by fences.

There are two gaps in the fence.

One is behind the tent.

The other is in front of the field surrounded by thick wooden boards.

And in the thick wooden boards, there are four dragons.

"Australian Egg White Eye, Peruvian Venomous Dragon, Hebridean Black Dragon.

Uh, why are they so docile?

Is it wrong in the book again?" Hermione was surprised.

Although these dragons have been roaring.

But there is no wheezing breathing sound from the nose that represents anger.

There is no sign of pulling on the thick leather belts that connect the dragons' legs and necks.

Some of the wizards pulling the belts were even yawning.

But judging from their number - 30, these dragons were not so docile at the beginning.

But now, it seems that there is an invisible magic that soothes them, eliminating all their negative emotions except their fighting spirit.

Hermione suspected that if it weren't for the competition.

That invisible force would probably even melt their fighting spirit.

"Remember that book - "Ancient Greece, Things You Don't Know"."

"So, it's all because of Hagrid?" Hermione understood it immediately now.

Although she didn't really need to.

Luna on the side couldn't help but puff up her face, "Hermione is lying.

She knew it a long time ago.

She's just pretending."

Ryan smiled and put his hand on Luna's head, "Not entirely.

The surprise is real.

But I need to remind her that it's fake.

Hermione is just suppressing her ability to make up reasoning."

Seeing Luna's puzzled eyes, Ryan rubbed her head, "Sometimes knowing everything is not a good thing.

That's why lies have a meaning of existence."

"Humph, she's still a little girl." Hermione, whose face was red after being exposed, whispered.

Luna's face puffed up even more.

On the other side, after the other warriors arrived at the tent.

Harry, Percy and Ginny were still in that room.

"Yes, Harry.

You have to remember the role of each muscle.

Point the wand at yourself.

Then imagine, imagine that they are all steel. Tell them what extraordinary power they have.

Forget the fact that you are a wizard, treat magic as something that does not exist, and turn them into physical strength, that is your wrist strength, your foot strength, your grip strength, your throwing strength, or your running strength.

At the cost of forgetting magic, push your body functions to the limit."

Accompanied by Percy's words.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A heavy heartbeat sounded.

White steam came out from every pore of Harry's body.

"Ginny, what's the time now?" Harry's tone was low, but the sound he made was like thunder.

"1:50, the game will start in 10 minutes."

"Well, my magic can last for 30 minutes. Percy, Ginny and I are leaving first." Harry said.

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Then he easily carried Ginny on his shoulders.

Turned into a shadow. Jumped down the stairs and landed heavily on the ground.

The last few people who were still dragging their feet in the hall were about to pass through the two oak doors to watch the second project.

However, a sound of a heavy object being pulled down from a high place was heard.

Then there was a strong wind.

They were almost blown up by the wind.

Outside the tent, Professor McGonagall, who was turning in circles, looked anxiously in the direction of the castle, trying to see Harry's figure.

She blinked, and the next second, Harry appeared in front of her carrying Ginny with messy hair.

The strong wind blew, and Professor McGonagall's bun was blown away.

And the hat on her head.

"Mr. Potter, what on earth are you--" Professor McGonagall pointed her wand at her hair, and they immediately moved and tangled together again.

However, she ignored the hat and looked at Harry with a careful look, "If I'm not mistaken, you are.

Great, if this was in my class, I would definitely give you a hundred points.

But how did you do it to this extent.

This is simply not the effect of Popeye's Transfiguration.

But you clearly only used..."

Professor McGonagall's hand unconsciously placed on Harry's bulging chest muscles after casting the spell.

Cough cough cough!

Ginny on the side started coughing crazily.

"Ginny?" In the tent, Mr. Weasley, who heard his daughter's cough, lifted the curtain and poked his head out.

Professor McGonagall quickly retracted his hand.

Mr. Weasley saw his daughter's hair and messy clothes at a glance.

And the same Harry.

"You...you weren't caught by Minerva when you were intimate?

Ginny, you are still young, although you are engaged, but you..."