The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts

The Cornish elf in the iron cage made a shrill cry, and jumped and shook the railing in the cage with great motion.

Lockhart showed a wicked smile and put his hand on the button of the cage, "Then, let me see how you deal with it!"

With a sharp pull, the elves slammed open the iron door of the cage and flew out like crazy.

This is a mess, the elves are flying around like rockets.

A few rushed out the window and scattered broken glass in the back row of the classroom. The rest wreak havoc in the classroom more than a rhino on a rampage. They grabbed ink bottles and splashed them at the class, ripping books and papers to shreds, ripping off pictures from the walls, flipping waste bins upside down, and throwing school bags and textbooks out of broken windows.

All the classmates were screaming, and after a while, nearly half of the classmates hid under the desk.

There were also a few who fought back, the Harry trio.

They took the thick textbook as a weapon and slapped the elf away with force.

In such a large classroom and two college students, only a little boy remembered that he was a wizard, and he drew his wand in the face of such a situation.

Neville!

The teaching from Anton, when you encounter anything, no matter what, grab the wand first, Neville always remembers!

But it was only limited to that. Two elves rushed over and grabbed his ears. Neville was about to release the full-body restraint spell, and he was overwhelmed halfway through the spell.

He didn't know how to use the spell against the elf who was so close, what if he accidentally shot himself in the face.

Anton glanced at him and sighed.

This kid still needs practice.

Throw it into the stove and beat it hard!

He sat quietly in his place, the silent Confusion spell rippling around him, and approaching elves would shun him as a dangerous magical beast.

Of course, there is an even more interesting use for the Confusion Charm.

Let this simple-minded elf mistake Lockhart for a nasty enemy.

"Come on, chase them away, chase them away, they're just little elves..." Lockhart was still shouting wildly, seeing that it didn't work, and waving his wand quickly and roaring--"Annoying pests All gone!"

Anton frowned slightly.

interesting!

The spell that Lockhart uses is not the academic system, nor is it the spell of the dark wizards at the bottom of the wizarding world, but a folk spell that is widely spread and passed down by word of mouth.

Anton has read a similar introduction in one of Lockhart's books. The handsome wizard came to a village and saw the villagers were troubled by annoying elves. He released a powerful spell that transformed all the elves into No.

Similar to clean up.

Send the things you don't want to your subconscious mind, away from your eyes.

Now observing Lockhart's spell pronunciation and gestures, as well as Lockhart's emotions, Anton instantly judged that this was a spell that required extremely firm emotions.

It's very interesting.

Under the vision of the wizard's eyes, Lockhart obviously has enough firm emotions, but there is no way to mobilize more magic power.

just like……

The soul that fits the Forgetting Curse extremely well in the body has begun to reject the release of other spells.

Before Lockhart could make the elf disappear, the wand in his hand was snatched away, and he threw it out the window.

Chaos, everything is messed up.

At this moment, the bell of Hogwarts Castle rang, and it was time for get out of class to end.

"I'll leave it to you, put these elves in a cage!" Lockhart pointed randomly, pointing his fingers at the Harry trio who stood in the middle of the classroom and seemed to have an obvious target.

Before the three of them could react, Lockhart pushed open the door of the professor's passage behind the classroom and slipped away.

"..." Harry and Ron looked at each other.

Snapped!

A book smashed **** Ron's head, and the elf let out a harsh laugh, as if to say that there is no room for daze during the battle.

"Huh~"

Anton sneered and stood up.

This Lockhart was even lower than Quirrell. Quirrell could easily deal with 4x dangerous mountain monsters.

That's it?

"All petrochemical!"

Whisper softly and wave the wand gently.

As if a breeze was blowing, the faint milky white light surged like mist, which seemed extremely slow, but covered the entire classroom in an instant.

Everything that was noisy in the classroom was silent in an instant, and everyone couldn't move. They could only use their fixed eyes to look at the classmates beside them. A stone-like color appeared on their bodies.

Quiet, so quiet for a moment that you can hear the sound of the breeze stroking the leaves outside the classroom window.

click.

click.

click.

Anton walked gently and stepped on the petrified ground. The ink and water splashed by the elf shattered on the soles of the shoes and made rustling sounds.

With a flick of the wand, Neville fell from mid-air and landed lightly.

He swallowed, looking a little ashamed, "I...I..."

Anton just smiled and patted his shoulder, picked up his book, and turned away.

It was not until the footsteps faded away that all the classmates regained control of their bodies. They walked out from under the table in a daze, watching the stiff and immobile elf floating in the air...

"He..." Harry's eyes were full of shock, "How strong!"

"I was going to release the magic spell to stop..." Hermione looked at the wand in her hand, a little unwilling, but in the end she sighed a little dejectedly, "Obviously a student of the same grade..."

Why is there a sense of frustration that the more you are chasing, the more distant you are.

Draco gleamed, the spirit who lived in the diary, Riddle, told himself to kill such a person?

He can't do it!

For some reason, he suddenly remembered what Riddle said - you're his friend... Just kill Anton while he's not prepared... I'll give you everything!

Heartbeat, fear, guilt, mixed feelings in my heart.

...

...

Ballpoint pens of several colors quickly wrote and drew on the notepad, drawing down the state of Lockhart just now.

Anton frowned and walked back to the bedroom.

At that time, the goblin Pedro sincerely suggested that Anton should focus his energy on iron armor spells and know so many spells. It is better to specialize in one spell and study it into a very deep field.

He asked Anton to think about what an iron armor spell master looks like.

Now Anton sees it.

A master of oblivion spells, not even a bunch of Cornish elves.

You know, this thing doesn't even make it to the list of dangerous levels of magical animals!

Oh, and the dance spell, a spell that little wizards mastered in the first grade, can't handle it.

He saw very clearly. Just now, his three big eyes were opened, and he really saw clearly~www.readwn.com~ Lockhart's soul was contradicting his id will, preventing him from releasing other than the oblivion spell. of other spells.

To paraphrase the previous life - this is the transformation of all attributes into a single attribute, training yourself into an elemental elf, powerful and fragile. The fire element can live very well in the ground covered with magma, but in the ocean covered with waves, it is a slag.

In the wizarding world where even Crabbe can unleash fierce fire, this is simply going astray.

Now Anton just wants to figure out one thing.

Is the 'spell slot' that the old wizard Fiennes said also has this effect.

He even suspected that the old wizard's constant 'Iron Armor' and 'Coronavirus' two diametrically opposite spells in his body made his body extremely fragile.

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