Chapter 146 Is He Great?
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Qing Mo Da Xian
When it came to the practical part, Vincent really lived up to expectations and blew up the big cloud of air.
At that time, those Gryffindor students who didn't know why were frightened, thinking that he was studying a curse such as the blasting spell.
"Relax, this is normal."
Seamo, who was writing a dissertation on transfiguration, immediately raised his head, "See, I'll be in a hurry with anyone who calls me a blaster in the future!"
Dean next to him stood up suddenly, "Okay, blasting ghost."
"Don't run!"
"I don't agree to this, you are a blasting ghost~"
Ximo spread his wings like a roc, but the opponent rolled and dodged on the spot.
He hit his knee on the floor, but quickly stood up as if nothing happened.
Dean was jumping up and down in the common room like a nimble and mischievous little monkey.
Percy, who was seriously disturbed, was about to reprimand him, but he caught a glimpse of Vincent's wand glowing light blue.
"This is—" Dean, who was pushed to the ground, was a little dazed.
Seeing the opportunity, Seamus poked two fingers up.
"Aw—" This move of picking one's nostrils is not a formal fighting technique.
Percy quickly walked up to Vincent, "Although the scope is a bit small, it is indeed the end of all curses."
Only then did Seamus look back.
If he failed ten times, maybe he would give up.
Sure enough, Merlin would not disappoint the little wizard who persisted in his efforts.
Both the twins and Cedric slumped in chairs.
Only then did Percy notice the existence of the two little badgers.
It's all from the same club, so he decided to pretend he didn't see it.
"How on earth did you do it?"
"Secret." Vincent flicked the alder wand in his hand, "Vice President, do you have time to accompany me for the strength test?"
"This—" Percy hesitated, but finally nodded in agreement.
Seamus quickly pulled out two fingers, and even wiped Dean's clothes with disgust on his face.
"Blaster, our friendship ends here!"
"Shh - don't talk."
The tables and chairs around Vincent and Percy had been cleared, and they were staring at each other a dozen feet away.
"let's start."
Following Rove's order, both of them raised their wands at the same time.
"Dizzily—" Percy's wand pointed forward, but the tip didn't move. .biqugé
The spell he really used was the dancing spell that was released silently after that.
The silent spell removed Quirrell's surprise usage, and could also be as slamming as he was.
Although the alder wand hit the air for the first time, Vincent still eliminated all the spells constructed with the tip of the wand before the spell hit.
Percy quickly lowered his wand, "Stunned—"
The alder wand, turned half a turn, was gripped again.
Stunning spells are also removed.
"Very well." Percy withdrew his wand. "The shortcoming of small range is made up for by the speed of reaction. Flint is in big trouble this time."
Wizards are not used to fighting with their bodies. Even if Marcus is a lot bigger, the odds of winning are definitely not as great as Vincent.
"Open, open—"
No sooner had the twins yelled than Percy drew his wand again.
"You two don't run away!"
The poor vice president was lured away by their noise.
Cedric and Rove left quietly.
Before they left, they all gave Vincent all kinds of cheers, and it was best to seriously injure the gorilla-like Marcus and let him lie in the school hospital for a month.
Hermione sighed helplessly.
Before Christmas, Hufflepuff had a Quidditch match against Slytherin.
The two simple little badgers have completely learned badly.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Illusion, Mr. Wayne."
Vincent really wanted to complain about her slightly puffed up cheeks expression.
"Granger Jr—nothing."
He always unconsciously ignores the fact that she is a girl.
Probably in the original story, Harry and Ron are also like this.
"I'm going to sleep."
"Don't you want something to eat?"
Hermione stopped, clenched her small fists with a face full of confusion.
"I'm going to change clothes first."
"Oh." Vincent pointed his wand at the stacked tables and chairs, and put them back in place.
Everything is ready, just wait for a full night's sleep.
The atmosphere in the Slytherin common room was quite the opposite.
Not only did Marcus not wait for work, he even used various evil spells with high intensity.
"Silence and silence—flame blazes—thousand bullets—"
Snape stood up, crossed his chin with his hands, and left.
There was no sadness or joy on his face, and he looked like he didn't have much hope.
"Professor disappointed?" Pansy's rainbow face has lightened a lot, "Even if Wayne knows the Iron Armor Curse, he can only defend passively, right?"
Draco shook his head lightly, "No, he's already at his best without saying a word."
If Snape didn't think it was right, Marcus was already being scolded by now.
Such silence can only show that he is barely satisfied, but he doesn't feel completely sure.
"Wayne, is he very powerful?" Daphne, who had faint red marks on her cheeks, looked at Draco seriously.
"It's not a question of whether you're powerful or not." He paused for a while to ease his inexplicable excitement.
"I don't know how he dealt with Quirrell, but including the last Quidditch match, he didn't seem particularly serious."
"You mean—"
"Yes, he probably didn't care about us at all."
A strange sense of shame slowly enveloped Daphne's heart.
After looking at Marcus who was still casting various curses, she gradually regained her confidence.
Same goes for Draco.
Only Pansy and Blaise still had a haughty face.
"Cut, no matter how powerful they are, they are all Muggle-born, and there is no way to compare with us outside of school."
This truth was recognized by Pansy, "He was just lucky to get a Medal of the Order of Merlin, maybe it was a third-class medal for his contribution to entertainment."
"That's good!" Blaise smiled sinisterly. "Just thinking about the Mudblood stopping a rotten professor makes me happy."
Fudge, the Minister of Magic, seems to have blocked all news channels.
After all, even old Malfoy only knew that Quirrell had used the Unforgivable Curse, and he didn't get any more inside information by virtue of his relationship.
When it was almost curfew, Marcus stopped contentedly.
"Go back to the dormitory, I will definitely clean up Wayne tomorrow."
When the students were almost gone, he sat down at the exclusive round table of Black Swan with a confident face.
"How sure are you?"
"Ten percent is a bit exaggerated, maybe seventy percent."
Draco raised an eyebrow, "What else?"
"Amplification potions, magic props, unlimited rules."
Marcus smiled confidently, "But that's enough for now."
Of course they also knew that Dumbledore would set various restrictions.
Draco pretended to be calm and said: "Our purpose is not to win, but to embarrass Wayne."
"It will." Marcus' expression turned cold instantly.
"I want him to have no place in Gryffindor!
And he couldn't gain a foothold in Hogwarts!
In the end, he couldn't gain a foothold in the magic world! "
Both Blaise and Pansy were grinning.
Draco smiled politely back, feeling as worried as Daphne.
……
……
At that time, those Gryffindor students who didn't know why were frightened, thinking that he was studying a curse such as the blasting spell.
"Relax, this is normal."
Seamo, who was writing a dissertation on transfiguration, immediately raised his head, "See, I'll be in a hurry with anyone who calls me a blaster in the future!"
Dean next to him stood up suddenly, "Okay, blasting ghost."
"Don't run!"
"I don't agree to this, you are a blasting ghost~"
Ximo spread his wings like a roc, but the opponent rolled and dodged on the spot.
He hit his knee on the floor, but quickly stood up as if nothing happened.
Dean was jumping up and down in the common room like a nimble and mischievous little monkey.
Percy, who was seriously disturbed, was about to reprimand him, but he caught a glimpse of Vincent's wand glowing light blue.
"This is—" Dean, who was pushed to the ground, was a little dazed.
Seeing the opportunity, Seamus poked two fingers up.
"Aw—" This move of picking one's nostrils is not a formal fighting technique.
Percy quickly walked up to Vincent, "Although the scope is a bit small, it is indeed the end of all curses."
Only then did Seamus look back.
If he failed ten times, maybe he would give up.
Sure enough, Merlin would not disappoint the little wizard who persisted in his efforts.
Both the twins and Cedric slumped in chairs.
Only then did Percy notice the existence of the two little badgers.
It's all from the same club, so he decided to pretend he didn't see it.
"How on earth did you do it?"
"Secret." Vincent flicked the alder wand in his hand, "Vice President, do you have time to accompany me for the strength test?"
"This—" Percy hesitated, but finally nodded in agreement.
Seamus quickly pulled out two fingers, and even wiped Dean's clothes with disgust on his face.
"Blaster, our friendship ends here!"
"Shh - don't talk."
The tables and chairs around Vincent and Percy had been cleared, and they were staring at each other a dozen feet away.
"let's start."
Following Rove's order, both of them raised their wands at the same time.
"Dizzily—" Percy's wand pointed forward, but the tip didn't move. .biqugé
The spell he really used was the dancing spell that was released silently after that.
The silent spell removed Quirrell's surprise usage, and could also be as slamming as he was.
Although the alder wand hit the air for the first time, Vincent still eliminated all the spells constructed with the tip of the wand before the spell hit.
Percy quickly lowered his wand, "Stunned—"
The alder wand, turned half a turn, was gripped again.
Stunning spells are also removed.
"Very well." Percy withdrew his wand. "The shortcoming of small range is made up for by the speed of reaction. Flint is in big trouble this time."
Wizards are not used to fighting with their bodies. Even if Marcus is a lot bigger, the odds of winning are definitely not as great as Vincent.
"Open, open—"
No sooner had the twins yelled than Percy drew his wand again.
"You two don't run away!"
The poor vice president was lured away by their noise.
Cedric and Rove left quietly.
Before they left, they all gave Vincent all kinds of cheers, and it was best to seriously injure the gorilla-like Marcus and let him lie in the school hospital for a month.
Hermione sighed helplessly.
Before Christmas, Hufflepuff had a Quidditch match against Slytherin.
The two simple little badgers have completely learned badly.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Illusion, Mr. Wayne."
Vincent really wanted to complain about her slightly puffed up cheeks expression.
"Granger Jr—nothing."
He always unconsciously ignores the fact that she is a girl.
Probably in the original story, Harry and Ron are also like this.
"I'm going to sleep."
"Don't you want something to eat?"
Hermione stopped, clenched her small fists with a face full of confusion.
"I'm going to change clothes first."
"Oh." Vincent pointed his wand at the stacked tables and chairs, and put them back in place.
Everything is ready, just wait for a full night's sleep.
The atmosphere in the Slytherin common room was quite the opposite.
Not only did Marcus not wait for work, he even used various evil spells with high intensity.
"Silence and silence—flame blazes—thousand bullets—"
Snape stood up, crossed his chin with his hands, and left.
There was no sadness or joy on his face, and he looked like he didn't have much hope.
"Professor disappointed?" Pansy's rainbow face has lightened a lot, "Even if Wayne knows the Iron Armor Curse, he can only defend passively, right?"
Draco shook his head lightly, "No, he's already at his best without saying a word."
If Snape didn't think it was right, Marcus was already being scolded by now.
Such silence can only show that he is barely satisfied, but he doesn't feel completely sure.
"Wayne, is he very powerful?" Daphne, who had faint red marks on her cheeks, looked at Draco seriously.
"It's not a question of whether you're powerful or not." He paused for a while to ease his inexplicable excitement.
"I don't know how he dealt with Quirrell, but including the last Quidditch match, he didn't seem particularly serious."
"You mean—"
"Yes, he probably didn't care about us at all."
A strange sense of shame slowly enveloped Daphne's heart.
After looking at Marcus who was still casting various curses, she gradually regained her confidence.
Same goes for Draco.
Only Pansy and Blaise still had a haughty face.
"Cut, no matter how powerful they are, they are all Muggle-born, and there is no way to compare with us outside of school."
This truth was recognized by Pansy, "He was just lucky to get a Medal of the Order of Merlin, maybe it was a third-class medal for his contribution to entertainment."
"That's good!" Blaise smiled sinisterly. "Just thinking about the Mudblood stopping a rotten professor makes me happy."
Fudge, the Minister of Magic, seems to have blocked all news channels.
After all, even old Malfoy only knew that Quirrell had used the Unforgivable Curse, and he didn't get any more inside information by virtue of his relationship.
When it was almost curfew, Marcus stopped contentedly.
"Go back to the dormitory, I will definitely clean up Wayne tomorrow."
When the students were almost gone, he sat down at the exclusive round table of Black Swan with a confident face.
"How sure are you?"
"Ten percent is a bit exaggerated, maybe seventy percent."
Draco raised an eyebrow, "What else?"
"Amplification potions, magic props, unlimited rules."
Marcus smiled confidently, "But that's enough for now."
Of course they also knew that Dumbledore would set various restrictions.
Draco pretended to be calm and said: "Our purpose is not to win, but to embarrass Wayne."
"It will." Marcus' expression turned cold instantly.
"I want him to have no place in Gryffindor!
And he couldn't gain a foothold in Hogwarts!
In the end, he couldn't gain a foothold in the magic world! "
Both Blaise and Pansy were grinning.
Draco smiled politely back, feeling as worried as Daphne.
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