The Periodic Table of Words and Spirits at Hogwarts

"Then now, the duel begins"!

Following Lockhart's shout, the two drew out their wands at the same time and pointed at each other, firing the first spell.

Thunderbolt!

"Reducto"!

The first time the two fought against each other, they showed no mercy. Two crimson rays of light collided and annihilated in the air. Like ice cubes thrown into a frying pan, an incandescent liquid exploded, scattered on the sand and slowly evaporated.

"Damn it, why is this guy so powerful"? Ibrahimovic Bain cursed to himself in his heart, not daring to show any slights in his hands.

On the opposite side, Zhang Qi looked at Ibrahimovic Bain expressionlessly, and then gently twisted the golden eagle at the bottom of the wand guard with his left hand.

This is a small mechanism that Zhang Qi just discovered two days ago. It can be rotated to adjust the contact area of ​​the two magic metal arcs in the handguard. Simply put, you can adjust the magic power release resistance by rotating the golden eagle to achieve the effect of adjusting the power of the magic spell.

Zhang Qi's twist didn't matter, he directly adjusted the handguard from "open circuit" to "short circuit"!

Flame is raging!

Just like the Type 03 flamethrower equipped by Zhang Qi's fireworks unit in his last life, the tip of the wand spewed a black-red fire dragon, and across a distance of more than ten meters, he approached Yi, who was almost stunned. Boo Bain.

"Protego (armor protection!

At the last moment, Ibrahimovic Bain finally understood the simple truth that if he couldn't stop the blow, he would be dead, and he tried his best to put a shield on himself in the panic.

Following Ibrahimovic Bane's hoarse shout, the black and red fire dragon slammed into the transparent wall!

For a while, the entire venue was enveloped in flames and dust, and the spectators in the stands could not see anything on the venue except for the heat wave that almost scorched their hair.

"Professor Dumbledore"! Flitwick had pulled out his wand and was about to jump off the stand to pull the frame.

"I don't think you need to worry, Professor Flitwick. Both children are fine now. Besides, I believe that Hilbert has his own measure." Dumbledore stroked his beard and said with a smile. "Severus, who had cast a disillusionment spell on himself, was already watching from below. I think he should have the ability to ensure the safety of a student."

"Just enough to burn his head." Sprout murmured, "Even the bigmouth in the greenhouse thinks his hair is disgusting."

"Look! Zhang Qi used a flame spell! This is not common in duels, but I heard that your professor Minerva McGonagall is very good at this kind of fighting style, so remember to make sure when you make a mistake with her. Be careful, a master transfiguration master like Professor McGonagall can even transform flames into anything, and every dust floating around you may even be a spark about to explode!"

"Of course, I can do this easily, maybe even more powerful than your professor." Lockhart bragged while explaining.

Professor McGonagall, who had a bad face, resisted his willingness to raise his wand to give him a blow, and continued to try to observe the scene on the dueling stage through the thick high-temperature smoke.

At this moment, a gust of wind from the valley dissipated the smoke and dust and high temperature on the duel stage, showing everything in front of the audience.

The delicate mahogany railings were shattered, and even the exposed wood stubble on the gap had been charred to black. The embarrassed Ibrahimovic Bain was half-kneeling on the ground that had not yet dissipated the heat, gasping for breath. The delicate blue robe has been soaked with black soot, and the golden hair that symbolizes the glory of pure blood has also been curled by the high temperature.

As expected of a seventh-year Ravenclaw top student, he actually blocked Zhang Qi's attack with the Iron Armor Curse. Of course, the penetrating power of the blazing flames is far less than other spells, so Ibrahimovic Bain can be regarded as abruptly picking up a life for himself.

But some people just don't know what to do. After taking a life, he actually wanted to throw it back.

"Reducto"!

Just when everyone thought the duel was over, the 13-inch purple-shirted wand in the hands of Ibrahimovic Bain, who was half-kneeling and pretending to be dead, suddenly shot a crimson light, hitting the "nothing". On Zhang Qi, who was on the defensive.

Ibrahimovic Bain used all his strength this time, and his vicious intentions couldn't be more obvious.

"Go to hell, yellow-skinned monkey"! Accompanied by Ibrahimovic Bain's frantic laughter, the crimson-red spell, which symbolized absolute malice, hit Zhang Qi's chest...

Wearing a shield when going out is an absolutely good habit.

But now there is good news and bad news.

The good news is that this smashing spell hit Zhang Qi's shield, and then bounced off far away.

The bad news is that this Smashing Charm, which was forcibly infused with half the magic power of Ibrahimovic Bane, flew towards the Slytherin stand, and blasted a huge gap on it.

And Zhang Qi seemed to see someone fall from the corner of his eye.

I just don't know which unlucky child it is.

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"Where am I"?

Astoria opened her eyes in confusion, looking directly at this still world.

The world has come to a standstill, whether it's Professor Dumbledore's beard fluttering in the wind, or the gold coin tossed high by the proud Weasley twins in the Gryffindor stand opposite, or he just accidentally touched it. Spilled juice, all still in the air. The world without sound and movement fell into a dead silence.

The sun shines on the ground through the still orange juice in the air, painting a pair of deerskin boots with bright colors.

"Where am I"? Astoria asked in a bit of confusion~www.readwn.com~ You are sitting in the Slytherin stand now." The owner of the deerskin boots behind him spoke, "But soon you will not be sitting in Slytherin. Lytlin's stand is up."

"It's you again." Astoria stroked her long white hair helplessly.

Wait...long hair?

"That's right, you have temporarily become what you should be now." Xia Mi came around gently and sat on the chair on her left. "But don't worry, this is just an illusion caused by your brain's calculation speed more than 50 times that of ordinary people. If you look closely, you will actually find that time in this space is still flowing, just very slowly."

Astoria carefully observed the juice in the sky, and sure enough, the juice that was spilled out of the cup was falling towards the ground at a very slow speed.

"Then do you have anything to do with me?" The playful Astoria took the empty juice cup, and after a complicated operation in the air, scooped the juice back into the cup abruptly.

"I really have something to do with you." Xia Mi looked at the girl in front of her with some helplessness. "And it's still a very urgent matter, so do you want to listen to it?"

"Oh? What's the matter?" After taking a sip of the juice, Astoria stretched out her tongue and licked the "slip through the net" from the corner of her mouth, and asked very curiously.

"Actually, it's not too big or too small." A bottle of Coke suddenly appeared in Xia Mi's hand. She unscrewed the cap, took a sip from the gushing foam, and let out a long sigh of satisfaction.

"You're going to die soon, my dear little Astoria."

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