The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts

The first class after the start of school is very special, and the prefects of each college will notify all the students to gather in the auditorium.

All freshmen from the first grade to the seventh grade must come, and no leave is allowed.

The last time such a big class where all the students participated was the one where Anton helped Dumbledore demonstrate the tickle spell.

This time, the lecturer was the vice-principal, Professor McGonagall.

It is said that a shocking event happened in the Americas yesterday, and Dumbledore rushed there overnight. He probably won't have time to hide in the school and eat cockroaches leisurely these days.

"Arrow deflected!"

A huge blackboard transformed from a chair stands on the rostrum, with this incantation written in the middle.

"Students, I believe that many people have heard of the battle that took place in New York. This battle will definitely be recorded in the history of magic and will be marked with a lot of color."

Professor McGonagall looked at the students below with a serious expression, "This is the first time that the wizarding society and the Muggle society have come into contact on such a large scale, and they have seen each other's powerful strength."

"As a school, we have never instilled in our students any political stance. This is your freedom, and you need to step into the society to find out for yourself after graduation."

"Looking for one's own place in this world, the students in the seventh grade should have heard me talk about this. This is the first assignment after graduation."

"We will not teach how to discriminate or even hate Muggles, nor will we teach you to work hard for the Muggle society. Again, this is your freedom."

"The great Dumbledore once said that we are all human beings, whether Muggles or wizards, are just one of them."

Professor McGonagall held the wand in his left hand, rubbed the wand with his right hand, and walked slowly on the rostrum.

The dark green wizard robe fluttered with the breeze, and the huge curved wizard hat danced mischievously with the rhythm of the pace.

"The meaning of this concept, I had an in-depth discussion with Mr. Anthony Weasley when I was in New York. He believes that the relationship between Muggles and wizards is extremely delicate, and it cannot be explained by simple opposition."

"Especially after the group of 'Second Wizards' appeared, it made me understand more and more what they explained."

Professor McGonagall stopped, pointing the wand at the spell on the blackboard.

"This spell works on Muggle firearms."

Having said that, she turned her head to look at the little wizards under the podium, seeing the change in the expression of the little wizard from a good Muggle family, she couldn't help shaking her head slightly.

"Some people may think that our research on this spell represents that wizards have begun to target the Muggle community, and may even lead to the resurgence of theories such as 'wizard supremacy'. This is a mistake."

"That's because you have never seen..."

Professor McGonagall seemed to have thought of something, and couldn't help pursing his lips.

"Because you haven't seen the picture of a wizard holding a gun!"

boom!

As if pouring a pot of water into a boiling oil pan, there was a bang under the podium, and all the little wizards were amazed and told various rumors about the incident in New York.

The members of the hut and the partners of the hut who have experienced this incident are all the people who are the focus of inquiries.

"quiet!"

Professor McGonagall waved his wand and pointed it at his neck, "The voice is loud!"

"quiet!"

She spoke again, her voice resounding through the auditorium.

"Students, be quiet!"

Professor McGonagall, who has always been serious and strict, is quite majestic among the student group, and the auditorium fell silent again.

"Yes, my children..."

She murmured, and walked on the rostrum again, "There is no rule that Muggles can use guns, but wizards can't use guns. I saw a second-time wizard on a broomstick holding a sniper rifle and a bazooka in New York." , I have also seen wizards who use magic to assist gun attacks..."

"At the beginning, when we saw the guns, we were afraid.

Muggle-fearing technology has advanced to such an extent. A weak or even disabled Muggle can easily kill a wizard as long as he holds a gun. "

"But the cycle lasted too long, and wizards gradually began to try to use Muggle weapons, and were surprised to find that they could use them too."

Unlike magic, which requires a wizard who can control magic power to use it, guns and even small animals can be controlled.

A simple illusion spell invisibility, plus a pistol, harvesting life is even faster than death.

If you are good at using the Levitation Spell, plus a firearm, you can even use multiple weapons to attack at the same time, or make the recoil disappear.

Professor McGonagall has seen too many attempts by wizards in New York, especially those dark wizards under Voldemort.

At that time, she clearly felt the concept of the fusion of Muggles and wizards described by Dumbledore and Anton. At least she had seen more than once a wizard riding a broomstick that could only be controlled by magic power, carrying a Muggle gunner flying around.

That scene was so deeply imprinted in her mind.

Only then did she know that the contact between the Muggle society and the wizard society did not bring about the mutual hostility and killing of the two groups, but the combination of various forces within the two groups to promote the development of their respective technologies or magic , also promotes killing to be more efficient.

This is not a good thing.

Dumbledore told her anxiously more than once that the population of wizards was too small to afford to experience so many wars.

Yes, with Muggles present, wizards will naturally be bred. This is the result of Anton's research, and they agree. However, the culture of wizards, their magic inheritance, and everything about wizards may cause a sharp decline in the population due to a wide-ranging war, which will lead to cultural dynasties, or even cultural extinction. That's the scariest thing.

Of course, these are not appropriate to tell these young wizards.

"Fortunately....."

Professor McGonagall stood still again, turned to look at the little wizards, "We have developed a magic that defends against gun attacks. It can automatically sense attacks exceeding a certain speed, and guide it to move toward the ground or the sky."

"In actual trials, we found that this spell can also be used to resist arrow attacks, cars hitting at speed, flying broomsticks, etc."

"We have reported this spell to the Ministry of Magic of various countries, and they will formulate applicable scenarios for this spell under the guidance of the International Federation of Wizards."

"Including but not limited to, it is not allowed to use this spell on a moving train, it is not allowed to be used during a Quidditch match, it is not allowed..."

After talking about this, Professor McGonagall finally began to enter the formal teaching of charms.

"This is actually a variant application of the 'Expelling Curse'."

What's interesting is that they tried countless methods, and finally found a way to deal with Muggles, and they returned to the category of expulsion spells again.

"It is not difficult to master the correct pronunciation of the spell and the correct gestures to cast the spell."

"But if you plan to study in depth, you can think more about the 'Emergency Stopping Curse' (spell: slow down and stop the shock), 'Disarming Curse' (spell: remove your weapon) and Hurricane Curse (a weather spell, spell: whirlwind vol) these three spells."

"I think you'll be very interested in the effects of this magic..."

Professor McGonagall waved his wand and transformed the podium at the front of the podium into a parrot. The parrot flapped its wings and flew to the professor's chair behind, combing its feathers quietly.

"Let me demonstrate it to you."

She waved her wand slowly, gesturing with the most standard spell-casting gestures, "There is a light in my heart to expel unknown attacks for you.

"Arrow deflected!"

She flicked the wand from bottom to top, and a ray of orange light was thrown out along the body of the wand, floating in mid-air, expanding rapidly.

After a while, it turned into an ancient

It looks like an ancient palace lantern.

Inside the lantern, orange light diffused, illuminating an area of ​​one meter around Professor McGonagall.

"Wow~~"

The little wizards watched this scene in amazement.

The lantern floated in front of Professor McGonagall's head, and moved with Professor McGonagall's footsteps, covering her side with light at any time.

"Looks cool!" exclaimed George, across the Gryffindor table.

"Yes, professor, we want to learn!" Fred said with the same look of excitement.

Looking at the lively two brothers, Professor McGonagall finally smiled, "Then practice hard."

This spell lesson is explained in a simple way, and it cannot be learned immediately by the young wizards. Next, the young wizards need a lot of practice and the patient guidance of the professors.

The three elements of incantations, spell-casting gestures and emotional invocation, not everyone can cast magic just by knowing these.

After a big class, there were no other classes today, and the sound of practice resounded from every corner of Hogwarts Castle.

Little wizards in the lower grades still can't understand the power of this magic. It is a spell that can completely change the entire world.

Produced from the collective wisdom of members of the Order of the Phoenix, the leading wizards in the wizarding world.

"Actually, it's really simple."

Anton snapped his fingers lightly, looked up at the palace lantern floating in mid-air, and clicked his tongue.

Magic is simply miraculous. Some wizards have researched a magic, and other people can cast this magic as long as they recite the spell they invented.

Anton thought for a while, then snapped his fingers again, and the lantern disappeared, leaving only a pale yellow light covering him.

A little bit more experimentation, and finally made the magic look like it doesn't have any special effects.

It's nothing special, if you can't feel the faint magic power surging around you, the little friends don't even know that Anton has successfully cast an 'arrow deflection' defensive magic on his body.

"How did you do that?" Neville stared at Anton incredulously, his eyes widening.

"The countercurrent of the giant, learning that extremely complicated magic, this seemingly similar magic is easy to learn." Anton shrugged, and lazily took the scented tea handed over by Anna.

"I'm so stupid." Neville was a little frustrated, and looked at the twin brothers in the corner of the cabin.

These two restless children, each with a court lantern on their head, are throwing objects at each other, trying this amusing and playful magic trick.

He sighed, then turned his head to look at Anna who was making tea. Needless to say, seeing Anna's calm look, he definitely learned it.

At this time, he suddenly looked at the floating lantern above Hannah's head with a confused face, "You can also cast it?"

What about being scumbags together?

Hannah shook her shoulders and head in embarrassment, and pushed the lensless glasses, "My method may not apply to you, I watched a lot of Muggle TV shows during the holidays, and there were many gunfight scenes in them, I can feel Seeing the helplessness of the bullets being shot at me.”

"This kind of helplessness and despair allowed me to successfully cast this magic.

"TV series? Shootout?" Neville was stunned. He did know a lot about Muggles during his trip to New York, but he was still surprised that Hannah, a descendant of an orthodox pure-blood family, would watch TV series.

In fact, that month in New York, he experienced a gun attack.

However, Anton cast the magic of 'Giant's Countercurrent' on everyone at that time, rebounding all the hot weapon attacks, and the speed of the bullets was too fast, sometimes he didn't even know that he was attacked.

Talent is something that is really hard to say sometimes.

Anton once analyzed that Neville is especially suitable for the two types of magic of "going forward" or "tenacity of will". As for the others, his talent is actually not that good.

Seeing Neville's disappointed expression, Anton hugged him

His shoulder, "It seems that you need some special training."

"Special training?" Neville quickly leaned back to distance himself, and said vigilantly, "What are you doing again?"

"Quack quack..."

"Don't worry, I won't tease you this time."

Anton beckoned Neville to go downstairs, and the other friends also followed when they saw that they were having fun.

Go down the elevator in the huge pillar in the middle of the hut to the ground. From a distance, the trees in the Forbidden Forest can't see the edge clearly, and the light green treetops in the distance blend with the light blue sky.

Walk forward a few steps and come to a hollow in front of the hut.

There are some flame mammoths with Shamat-style long hair living here, strolling leisurely in the sun, and they obviously like the afternoon sun very much.

Walking lazily in the valley in the afternoon, the pink, green, sky blue, and long-haired flame mammoths look like childlike embellishments in this gentle scenery.

That picture is very warm.

"Ha~"

Anton screamed strangely, scaring the flame mammoths to run away, and after running far away, they turned around and yelled at Anton cursingly.

"Quack quack..."

"Okay, let's do special training here."

Anton gently pulled out his wand, waved it around, and murmured the ancient rune spell in his mouth. After a while, the fallen leaves on the ground seemed to be blown by the wind and rolled into balls.

"Come out, Lightning Poodle!"

These leaf clusters rolled quickly on the ground, and after a while, four short legs grew out, running fast, and pounced on Neville.

"What's this?"

Neville let out a cry, but saw a velvet-shaped thing made of leaves jump straight up, and shot towards him at an extremely fast speed.

It was so fast that he couldn't react at all. Snapped!

With the rotten smell of soil unique to the primeval forest, it was forcefully pasted on his face.

"Bah bah bah~"

Neville spat out the half-rotted leaves with a bitter face, but before he could react, another cloud of leaf fluff shot out and hit his ass.

Snapped!

His footsteps were unsteady, and he staggered a few steps from the impact.

"Quick, quickly use the 'Arrow Deflection' spell, its speed is so fast that your retina can't react at all, don't try to dodge, it's useless." Anton waved his hands excitedly and shouted. UU Reading www. uukanshu.com

Neville smiled wryly and turned his head to look at Anton with a resentful gaze. Then, another slap slapped him directly on the cheek, and slapped his head back half a circle.

just know.

Neville sighed, but pulled out his wand very seriously, chanted a spell quickly, and waved his wand.

It's a pity that he failed again, and the pile of leaves made of **** slapped every part of his body again and again. The pain was not too painful, it was probably the force of being pushed.

This kind of special training is obviously effective for Neville. He has an extremely tough personality, enough to grind out this magic forcefully.

"What kind of magic is this?" Fred pointed curiously at the surrounding leaves.

"A high-end application of flocks of birds." Anton looked at Neville with a smile, "Added a bit of transfiguration, activation spell, and some bionic spells I created to simulate the flying magic of the Golden Snitch."

"Flocks of birds?" Fred looked thoughtfully at the leaves surrounding Neville's erratic attack from time to time, and suddenly his eyes lit up and he turned to George, "Hey, brother, you know what I'm going to say What."

"Yes!" George rubbed his hands excitedly, "Turn this magic into a prank toy!"

"Haha~" The two clapped happily.

Anna, who often communicates alchemy with the twin brothers, has begun to understand the brain circuits of the twins. She watched with interest, "Maybe it can be made in line with the idea of ​​'Weasley whoosh—boom fireworks'."

"Merlin's fluff!

Ana, this is simply the best idea! Fred clearly agreed with Anna's thoughts.

"Yes, whoosh-boom fireworks, flocks of birds, golden snitch, great idea, I've already figured out how to do it!" George greeted Fred, and the two ran back to the hut in a hurry.