Chapter 403 Enhanced Puppet Creature

It turns out that it is a terrible idea to challenge dangerous magical creatures without mastering the corresponding spells.

Especially the puppets made by Wade, which are endowed with the powerful physique and strength of magical creatures, but do not have the weaknesses of these creatures-

such as the stupidity of trolls, the loss of control of werewolves, and the disgust and fear of sunlight of vampires.

Michael bravely wanted to challenge the werewolf, but before he could cast any spell, the sharp claws were already in front of his throat.

He blinked blankly and did not react. After a few seconds, he made a sound:

"... So fast?"

The werewolf retracted its claws and rushed into the jungle, as if he had just moved his body casually.

The sense of crisis that his life was threatened gradually dissipated, and Michael felt that his frozen brain also recovered.

After a few seconds, he moved his hands and feet and smiled with a pretended relaxation.

"Huh... This guy scared me when he jumped down from the tree." He turned to Wade and said, "I thought you would yell 'start' or something?"

Wade sat on the tree root next to him, grinned, and said, "Sorry, they simulate real combat environments. Real werewolves won't greet you when they attack, right?"

Michael thought for a moment, "Well... makes sense."

He wanted to start a new game, but he touched his throat and said subconsciously, "I've seen werewolves before, I want to challenge the trolls."

His impression of the trolls was still the clumsy guy who was defeated by a few first-year wizards.

Wade looked strange: "Are you sure?"

"Of course!" Michael said confidently: "Flocks of birds, flat slides, and floating spells, these spells that made great contributions in the past, I have now mastered them all! The monster that only a few of us could fight before, now I can defeat it alone!"

The most important thing is that the trolls are huge and heavy, and they will never be as fast as werewolves.

"Okay, but you'd better put this on."

Wade raised his hand, and a cloak with gold and silver colors flew over. When it landed on Michael, it turned into a camouflage color close to the surrounding woods.

"Wow, this is a bit like an invisible cloak."

Michael happily lifted the edge of the cloak and looked at it, saying, "But I like it better before."

The cloak swayed gently in his hand, and somehow Michael felt that it was also expressing his approval.

He smiled, pulled up the hood, and said seriously: "Come on, troll!"

The boy wore a cloak, held a magic wand, and had sharp eyes, which gave people a strong feeling inexplicably.

The four troll puppets on the opposite side looked at each other, and then the tallest and strongest one stood up with a wooden stick, crouched down, and let out a deterrent roar.

It kicked the ground hard and rushed over directly dragging the wooden stick!

Michael raised his wand and shouted: "Flocks of birds!"

A dozen birds appeared from the tip of his wand and attacked the troll.

Michael thought that the troll puppet would be confused and had already started brewing the next spell.

But the plot did not develop as he expected.

Facing the bird pecking at him with its sharp beak, the troll puppet covered his eyes with his arms and rushed over like a heavy truck, without any obstruction at all.

The distance between the two quickly narrowed.

Michael panicked immediately. He quickly cast several slides on the ground and waved his wand and shouted loudly: "There are many obstacles! There are many obstacles!"

However, the smooth stone ground of the castle is naturally suitable for the slide spell. Even the stairs can be turned into a smooth stone slide, but the ground in the jungle with dead branches and rotten leaves is completely the opposite.

Michael did not find that the slide spell had any effect. Instead, the obstacle spell slowed down the speed of the troll puppet a little. Michael took the opportunity to run back two steps, turned around and shouted again: "Dizzy!"

The red spell beam shot out, but it hit the tree trunk behind the troll puppet's ear.

The ugly face showed a not-so-obvious mockery.

Michael looked desperate - how could he still hide?

The troll puppet that had already caught up to him raised the stick high, but Michael did not give up. He quickly cast another disarming spell.

"Disarm you!"

The spell hit the wrist of the troll puppet, and the stick flew out. Before Michael could smile, he saw the other palm of the troll puppet slapping over!

"Too much! This kind of guy is stupid and can't react so quickly!"

Michael, who was flying in the air, did not scream, but protested angrily.

When he was about to hit the tree, the cloak rolled up and brought him back.

The troll puppet had picked up the stick and returned to his companions.

Michael saw it spread its hands to the other troll puppets, shook its head, and made a humming laugh.

Then the other three troll puppets also laughed hummingly, making Michael's face flushed.

There was no language barrier and they could not communicate, so Michael turned to look at Wade and said resentfully: "You are not a troll at all... How can a troll be like this..."

Vader patted him on the shoulder and said: "This is an enhanced version of the troll... No matter which race, there will be unique individuals, right?"

"Got it...you created a Dumbledore among trolls." Michael said expressionlessly.

Wade: "..."

Cloak patted Michael comfortingly, expressing silent sympathy.

In the past few days, Vader also took the time to add some more magic to this hastily made cloak. It was also under its protection just now. Apart from his self-confidence, nothing else was hurt.

Vader's eyes drifted for a moment and he asked, "Do you want to challenge a vampire again?"

Michael stared at him and asked: "Don't tell me, you have also strengthened the vampires?"

"Well...how should I put it..."

Vader touched his chin and said, "Look, these demon puppets are going to be used in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. By then, one demon puppet may have to face twenty students. If we don't make it stronger, one demon puppet will be used in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class." It might be ruined in the first class, and I have to fix it..."

His voice trailed off, and Michael was looking at him with eyes that saw everything.

"Honestly, Vader, you brought me here today because you wanted me to help you test the combat power of the golem, right?"

Michael asked with a sneer.

"Hahaha...how could that happen?" Vader laughed dryly, then suddenly remembered something, put his fist against his mouth, coughed and said, "Have you forgotten? It was you who first said you wanted to come to the maze."

"...Even if I didn't say it, you would definitely have suggested it, right? But it would have to happen at another time, and maybe I would have to involve other people."

Michael snorted and said with his eyes closed.

Wade raised his eyebrows and asked, "Then... you give up the challenge and we go back to class? It's already getting late."

Michael hesitated for a moment, still holding the wand tightly: "Come here...let me see how powerful your vampire can be!"

Wade clapped his hands, and the vampire girl walked out from behind the tree with a bright smile.

Michael: "..."

…

In the History of Magic classroom, Professor Binns has not yet appeared from behind the wall. Most of the students are already ready to take a nap, while a few are writing furiously to catch up on their homework.

Ravenclaw and Slytherin were taking this class together. Millicent was talking to Pansy and Daphne when she saw Michael walking in from the door with a smile on his face.

Although students from the two colleges had conflicts, at least Michael had a good relationship with most of the girls, so Millicent asked directly: "Michael, why do you smile like you've drunk a Felixir?"

Many girls looked towards the door.

"No, no," Michael said with a smile, "I just had a competition with someone."

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Looking at Vader who walked into the classroom after Michael, Pansy couldn't help but asked in surprise: "What, you defeated Gray?"

If this was the case, she could completely understand why Michael was so happy now.

At this time, almost everyone in the classroom looked at them, and even a few sleeping students were awakened.

Wade: "..."

Without saying a word, he became the focus of attention. Several people measured the gap between themselves and Michael, and then looked at Wade eagerly.

Wade glanced at everyone, ignored their speculations, and casually found an empty seat to sit down.

"Of course...no!" Michael waved his hands with a smile: "I am challenging...well, I am challenging others."

Daphne was confused: "Who did you defeat?"

"No, no." Michael continued to say in a good mood: "I lost...haha...no chance of winning at all."

Everyone didn't understand: "Then what are you happy about?"

"Do you have to be angry if you fail? This is just a small step on the road to my life." Michael said: "Failure is as valuable as success. I just accepted it calmly."

"I think you don't accept it calmly, but accept it happily, right?"

Terry said what everyone was thinking, and then he asked Wade: "Vade, did you accidentally kick him twice in the head and turn this guy into a fool?"

Wade: "..."

——I said it wasn’t me who defeated him, so what does it have to do with me?

However, Padma took a closer look at Michael's face, understood in her heart, snorted, and turned her back to them.

"Padma..." Lisa watched worriedly as Michael couldn't help humming as he opened "History of Magic" and asked, "There seems to be something really wrong with Michael... Is it because he drank a happy potion? "

"No." Padma said calmly, "He may have met a beautiful woman."

Lisa: "...Huh?"

She was stunned for a moment, then carefully looked at Padma's face.

Padma pursed her lips and pretended not to care and said, "Look what I'm doing? We have broken up and are just ordinary friends now!"

"oh……"

Lisa whispered, then closed her mouth and silently opened the book.

The bell rang, and the pearly-white Professor Binns walked through the wall and started class as usual.

After a few minutes, the agitation caused by Michael's abnormality gradually disappeared, and even breathing sounded in the classroom.

…

Percy Weasley is already a seventh year student and he is about to face the Ultimate Wizarding Tests (NEWTs).

Although most jobs only value certificates from the Ordinary Wizarding Levels (OWLs), Percy's ideal is not to find a job to support his family. If he wants to go higher, he needs a good graduation grade.

Therefore, while most of his peers were spending a lot of time on dating, partying and having fun because they only took a few classes, Percy still focused on studying all day long and carefully prepared for his future in six months. take an exam.

He spared more than an hour at noon to perform his duties as student union president, and then spent the whole afternoon in the library. He didn't come out of the library until the sun set and dinner time began.

Not long after he went out, Percy saw a junior student wandering outside. His face was not very good-looking, and his usually energetic face was now gloomy.

Percy remembered him because the little wizard was very active and popular in the common room.

As he passed him, Percy asked, "Caryl, what are you doing here? It's time to go have dinner."

Khalil raised his head and looked deeply at Percy with twinkling eyes.

"Mr. Chairman Weasley..."

Khalil's address made Percy very happy. He tried hard to hide his smile and said like the president of the student union, "Well, what's bothering you?"

"What you said in the previous meeting...the parents of those underage wizards who were deceived have been cast a forgetting spell and will forget their children, right?"

Khalil asked carefully after considering it.

"Of course." Percy frowned, "What a very evil and despicable approach!"

"Then..." Khalil hesitated and hesitated for a moment. Seeing Percy's impatient look, he asked again: "Then... that organization, those people... will arrange new people for the little wizards to be their parents. ”

"Of course not!" Percy said with certainty: "How could they be so kind? Those people would even let children see themselves being forgotten by their parents, letting them know that they would be homeless even if they escaped. In this way It’s easier to control!”

"That's right... I knew it wouldn't be possible... Thank you, Mr. Chairman, thank you very much..."

Khalil breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but smile.

Percy looked at him strangely and saw him muttering something to himself, then thanking him loudly, turning around and running away quickly.

"This guy..." Percy frowned in confusion: "What's there to be happy about?"

He didn't think about it, looked at the time, and walked quickly towards the auditorium. On the way, he happened to encounter a few junior students throwing magic at each other in the corridor. Percy immediately walked over and scolded them all righteously. .

"Stop it! I am the president of the Boys' Student Council! You have violated the school rules...you are not allowed to throw magic in the corridor..."

After training several children, Percy completely forgot about Khalil's strange appearance just now.