Chapter 106 The Glory of Pure Blood!
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Wo Bu Geng Xin
When Snape arrived on the battlefield, Professor McGonagall's battle was drawing to a close.
The manticore's body was covered with scars, its cry was weak, and it looked like it was dying.But no one will relax their vigilance at this point in time.Even if there are some professors who don't have very rich practical experience, Professor McGonagall and Professor Kettleburn will quickly remind them.
This is a fight, this one is not a joke.
"It's almost over here?"
Snape asked anxiously when he heard a weak voice not far away.
"I'm afraid it will be a while, and now it looks like it's just dying."
When Professor Kettleburn said this, he felt a headache.They played this thing for almost 10 minutes.With this level of high-efficiency output, it can be said that the Manticore basically has no power to fight back.
In other words, it was fed damage for 10 minutes, and now there is still a little blood left.And according to common sense, this thing should still be pretending to be weak, deliberately letting them relax their vigilance.
The defense and physical strength of this thing are a bit too exaggerated.
But neither Professor McGonagall nor Snape had the mind to care how special this thing was.
"You go first, Severus. Although we dare not leave people here, we don't need to add any more people. You go to the auditorium quickly. After that, Quirrell, Sprout and Hagrid. There should be three people over there. Fantastic Beast!"
Snape was taken aback by the news.Then it's like yelling.
Isn't it a little too...
Snape really didn't even want to think about it. Is there any difference between putting Harry next to Quirrell and putting a fish in the mouth of a hungry cat? !
you you you!Minerva McGonagall!How can you do such a mindless thing? !Could it be that your new discovery and Luke's bewitchment have made you lose your basic ability to judge? !Then quickly get out of the position of vice-principal and let someone who can do their duty take this position!
Of course, none of his words came out of his mouth.After all, it was not the time to argue at all, he just gave Professor McGonagall a look, and then hurried towards the auditorium.
Professor McGonagall naturally noticed Snape's gaze, but what could she say?She had to admit that she was indeed tricked today.Fooled by Luke, fooled by Dumbledore, even fooled by these four beasts...
She herself wondered if she was stupid today.
Thinking of this, she waved her wand again, and the weapon in the distance swung even harder.It seemed that even the howling of the manticore was a little more powerful.
But this howling has lasted for nearly 5 minutes.
When will it die! ! !
……
In the auditorium, the three professors were beaten back after all, and there was no room for them to fight back.The senior students stood in the distance and cast a few spells from time to time. Although the effect was not great, at least they did their best.
The students in the lower grades didn't have any more powerful magic spells. Some prank spells couldn't hit even a hair on each other's body.This makes them anxious, but also a little dazed and self-doubting.
They think they have a good level of magic, and when they brag all day long, they always feel that they are the next Dumbledore.But now something really happened.The mind is cracked.
The incantations they were so proud of didn't do much at all.
There were even a few who missed the mark, and their spells hit Professor Quirrell.
This made the professor stagger a few times, and was almost hugged by Voldebat's head, giving him a deep kiss.
Although he was annoyed, he knew that now was not the time to be angry.If there is no more reinforcements, with Quirrell's frail body, it is estimated that he will die soon.
My own plan has become a flower in the mirror, a moon in the water.
This thing is pretty damn unmagical.How could the beasts attack in such an orderly manner!
A smarter manticore is fine.Shouldn't the troll be ready to smash everything in sight on the spot? !
But this giant monster he saw in the utility room can actually command? !
At this time, Professor Sprout, who was facing the giant monster, was even more surprised.She is good at herbalism, but herbalism and magic zoology have a lot of connections.
She also has a considerable understanding of common magical animals.
Which naturally also includes giant monsters.
The most accurate description of the troll is 'brute force, no brains. '
They will use big sticks, but their big sticks are usually tree roots or trunks that they pick up casually.But the one in front of him is holding an iron rod in his hand.Still mace.
And according to Professor Spratt's observation, the iron rod in the troll's hand actually has the ability to block magic.This makes many methods of dealing with sticks useless.
But fortunately, the professor is not a vegetarian either, all kinds of strange and unheard of spells are thrown out from the tip of the wand, and these unorthodox spells seem to have played a big role.
The troll, itself the weakest, seemed to have been stopped.But combined with the strength of the troll itself, it is already an extraordinary performance.On the other side, Hagrid, who was fighting against the manticore, was already fighting.
His magic had little effect on manticores, even very few, so he simply threw his little red umbrella aside without risking the risk of exposing himself for using his magic wand illegally. He snatched a knight's sword from the surrounding armor, and began to fuck with the manticore.
The toughness made Luke wonder if he and he were the same species.
But he thought about it carefully, don't say it, maybe it really wasn't boiled!
"It's not good, Luke."
Gemma swayed the auxiliary spell to Professor Quirrell, and whispered in Luke's ear.
"Others are okay. Hagrid seems to be beaten, but he didn't suffer too much. Professor Sprout's side is very strange. It stands to reason that he should have solved the other party. But even now it seems that There's not much to lose."
"But Professor Quirrell can't hold on anymore."
No one doubted that Quirrell's hypocrisy was abnormal.
Logically speaking, the teacher of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, even if not the one with the strongest fighting power in the whole school, must at least be one with comparable fighting power.
But Hogwarts' Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is unreliable, which is already a recognized fact.
Moreover, Quirrell's usual performance is not like a reliable professor. He teaches in the same weak old way, let alone in combat situations.
To be honest, his current performance has already surprised everyone.
"Normally, Professor Quirrell's strength itself is mediocre, plus his opponent is Voldebat."
Luke looked at Quirrell who was struggling, and was very helpless. He didn't know whether Quirrell and Voldemort on the back of his head knew the main points of their dealing with Voldemort.
But even if they knew, they might not be able to restrain Voldebat's Patronus Charm.
After all, even though I said it, when casting the Patronus Charm, I just need to think about my own happiness.But in fact, this one of the oldest defensive spells itself represents positive emotions such as hope, happiness and survival.
Don't tell lies, there may be happy and happy memories.But the positive emotions of Shou Nian are incompatible with Voldemort.
While the two were talking, both of them saw an inconspicuous gray-white spell light.
The radiance of the spell was so severe that it looked as if the hand trembled.
But at this moment, a surprise attack by Voldebat made Quirrell dodge to the side, lest he be hit by this move, and then directly gg.
But by coincidence, this flash sent the back of his head on the track of the curse.
Then there was a painful howl.
Not to mention the students behind him, even the Voldebat over there was taken aback.He froze there for a moment, and didn't seize the opportunity to attack immediately.
Harry saw everything, and couldn't help turning his head to look at Ron.
Ron was stunned for a while, he just threw out a spell, it's not strong...
But when everyone's eyes were on him, he still subconsciously hid the wand in his hand behind him, then shook his head frantically and said, "It's not me, really not, I didn't do anything."
Denying that you are very proficient in using three-in-one, boy...
Luke couldn't help complaining in his heart.
Then he looked at Qi Luo who wanted to cover the back of his head, but seemed to be afraid of something and didn't dare to cover it, with a helpless expression on his face.
And at this time, the Voldebat on the opposite side couldn't have been a fool all the time.
It directly took advantage of this opportunity to rush up, spread its wings, and prepared to hug its head.
At this time, a clear voice spread throughout the auditorium.
"Call God Guard!"
There was no clear shape, but a white light shone in the direction of Voldebat.
The Voldebat let out a sharp scream, like a black lightning bolt, and jumped out of the area covered by the white light, and then looked at the place where the light came from in the distance, staring at the black-haired, lake-green-eyed man. Mou, the tall and straight boy let out a threatening scream.
But Luke's expression remained the same, just staring at it.
"Leave Voldebat to me, Professor."
Luke stepped forward and said helplessly, "I'm sorry, Professor, I really didn't want to use this trick at first."
Quirrell raised his head and looked at Luke with a grim expression, not knowing whether it was because of pain or hatred.
"Since you know the Patronus Charm! Why didn't you act earlier!"
This question shouldn't be asked at this time though.But there is no doubt that this is not just a question of Quirrell.
Even Professor Spratt in the middle of the battle couldn't help but take a look from my side.
This is not a small matter.Although it cannot be said that it was wrong not to stand up at the first time.There is no problem in standing up at such a time.But if someone brings up this matter, then there is a problem.
Either give a reasonable explanation, or become an active trolling.
After seeing the change in Luke's face, everyone couldn't help but look solemn.
Luke, he wouldn't really make such a low-level mistake.
Gemma thought to herself.She looked at Luke with burning eyes, waiting for his answer.
Hermione looked at Luke with some concern, but still felt something was wrong.
Taylor looked calm.She looked at Quirrell with a hideous face, as if she was looking at a clown.
Luke didn't hesitate for too long, but he looked regretful.
"I'm sorry, Professor, I didn't mean to harm you on purpose. But..."
He lifted the robe on his left hand side, revealing the belt underneath.
It was a very gorgeous belt, inlaid with large, priceless gemstones of different colors at a glance.
And you don't need to look too seriously to feel the magic power contained in these gems.
Obviously, it's a magic gem.
At this time, one of the snow-white gemstones, although not tarnished, is already full of cracks and has no magic power fluctuations.
"Now we don't even have deterrence..."
Luke finally showed a bitter smile uncontrollably.
As soon as Luke's voice fell, the Voldebat over there rushed towards this side almost without any hesitation.
Roaring, with ecstasy.
Under such circumstances, a girl who was less courageous finally screamed out.
The Patronus Charm is gone, and the professor can no longer fight.
So who can they rely on now!
"Go away!"
A rough and unrestrained voice sounded like the roar of an orangutan.Then another red magic shield unfolded, blocking the Voldebat.
Voldebat howled miserably again, and was sent flying out.
Everyone's eyes gathered there again.
Marcus Flint was out of breath, a coat of arms tarnished in his hand.
He was panting heavily, his face flushed red.
"Are we your opponents! But no noble will watch you hurt someone!"
Marcus's righteous words and solemn expression gave his unrefined face a majestic and majestic charm at this moment.
As soon as the words fell, there was a more shrill scream than before from the direction where Voldebat was bounced.
This shriek was like a magical sound filling the brain, and everyone who heard it couldn't help but tremble, feeling the chill from the soul.
At that moment, everyone's most unhappy memories involuntarily appeared in their minds.Sadness, hatred, and pain rushed into the atrium.
The pain at that moment was not as easy as suffering a Cruciatus.
But the pain didn't last too long.
"Give it to me! Get out!"
The transparent mask unfolded in an instant, and all the bad thoughts in everyone's minds were completely emptied.Their minds became firm again.
The little girl with a necklace in her hand looked at Voldebat in front of her.
"Parkinson family! No regrets!"
Pansy Parkinson's eyes glistened with tears.
Luke turned his head. Students of noble origin, mainly first graders, were holding the family crest, or took off their rings, or showed their wristbands.
The expressions on their faces are so unified.
Their emotional dust is so aligned.
Luke looked at the golden-red emotional dust, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
For the glory of pure blood!
The manticore's body was covered with scars, its cry was weak, and it looked like it was dying.But no one will relax their vigilance at this point in time.Even if there are some professors who don't have very rich practical experience, Professor McGonagall and Professor Kettleburn will quickly remind them.
This is a fight, this one is not a joke.
"It's almost over here?"
Snape asked anxiously when he heard a weak voice not far away.
"I'm afraid it will be a while, and now it looks like it's just dying."
When Professor Kettleburn said this, he felt a headache.They played this thing for almost 10 minutes.With this level of high-efficiency output, it can be said that the Manticore basically has no power to fight back.
In other words, it was fed damage for 10 minutes, and now there is still a little blood left.And according to common sense, this thing should still be pretending to be weak, deliberately letting them relax their vigilance.
The defense and physical strength of this thing are a bit too exaggerated.
But neither Professor McGonagall nor Snape had the mind to care how special this thing was.
"You go first, Severus. Although we dare not leave people here, we don't need to add any more people. You go to the auditorium quickly. After that, Quirrell, Sprout and Hagrid. There should be three people over there. Fantastic Beast!"
Snape was taken aback by the news.Then it's like yelling.
Isn't it a little too...
Snape really didn't even want to think about it. Is there any difference between putting Harry next to Quirrell and putting a fish in the mouth of a hungry cat? !
you you you!Minerva McGonagall!How can you do such a mindless thing? !Could it be that your new discovery and Luke's bewitchment have made you lose your basic ability to judge? !Then quickly get out of the position of vice-principal and let someone who can do their duty take this position!
Of course, none of his words came out of his mouth.After all, it was not the time to argue at all, he just gave Professor McGonagall a look, and then hurried towards the auditorium.
Professor McGonagall naturally noticed Snape's gaze, but what could she say?She had to admit that she was indeed tricked today.Fooled by Luke, fooled by Dumbledore, even fooled by these four beasts...
She herself wondered if she was stupid today.
Thinking of this, she waved her wand again, and the weapon in the distance swung even harder.It seemed that even the howling of the manticore was a little more powerful.
But this howling has lasted for nearly 5 minutes.
When will it die! ! !
……
In the auditorium, the three professors were beaten back after all, and there was no room for them to fight back.The senior students stood in the distance and cast a few spells from time to time. Although the effect was not great, at least they did their best.
The students in the lower grades didn't have any more powerful magic spells. Some prank spells couldn't hit even a hair on each other's body.This makes them anxious, but also a little dazed and self-doubting.
They think they have a good level of magic, and when they brag all day long, they always feel that they are the next Dumbledore.But now something really happened.The mind is cracked.
The incantations they were so proud of didn't do much at all.
There were even a few who missed the mark, and their spells hit Professor Quirrell.
This made the professor stagger a few times, and was almost hugged by Voldebat's head, giving him a deep kiss.
Although he was annoyed, he knew that now was not the time to be angry.If there is no more reinforcements, with Quirrell's frail body, it is estimated that he will die soon.
My own plan has become a flower in the mirror, a moon in the water.
This thing is pretty damn unmagical.How could the beasts attack in such an orderly manner!
A smarter manticore is fine.Shouldn't the troll be ready to smash everything in sight on the spot? !
But this giant monster he saw in the utility room can actually command? !
At this time, Professor Sprout, who was facing the giant monster, was even more surprised.She is good at herbalism, but herbalism and magic zoology have a lot of connections.
She also has a considerable understanding of common magical animals.
Which naturally also includes giant monsters.
The most accurate description of the troll is 'brute force, no brains. '
They will use big sticks, but their big sticks are usually tree roots or trunks that they pick up casually.But the one in front of him is holding an iron rod in his hand.Still mace.
And according to Professor Spratt's observation, the iron rod in the troll's hand actually has the ability to block magic.This makes many methods of dealing with sticks useless.
But fortunately, the professor is not a vegetarian either, all kinds of strange and unheard of spells are thrown out from the tip of the wand, and these unorthodox spells seem to have played a big role.
The troll, itself the weakest, seemed to have been stopped.But combined with the strength of the troll itself, it is already an extraordinary performance.On the other side, Hagrid, who was fighting against the manticore, was already fighting.
His magic had little effect on manticores, even very few, so he simply threw his little red umbrella aside without risking the risk of exposing himself for using his magic wand illegally. He snatched a knight's sword from the surrounding armor, and began to fuck with the manticore.
The toughness made Luke wonder if he and he were the same species.
But he thought about it carefully, don't say it, maybe it really wasn't boiled!
"It's not good, Luke."
Gemma swayed the auxiliary spell to Professor Quirrell, and whispered in Luke's ear.
"Others are okay. Hagrid seems to be beaten, but he didn't suffer too much. Professor Sprout's side is very strange. It stands to reason that he should have solved the other party. But even now it seems that There's not much to lose."
"But Professor Quirrell can't hold on anymore."
No one doubted that Quirrell's hypocrisy was abnormal.
Logically speaking, the teacher of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, even if not the one with the strongest fighting power in the whole school, must at least be one with comparable fighting power.
But Hogwarts' Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is unreliable, which is already a recognized fact.
Moreover, Quirrell's usual performance is not like a reliable professor. He teaches in the same weak old way, let alone in combat situations.
To be honest, his current performance has already surprised everyone.
"Normally, Professor Quirrell's strength itself is mediocre, plus his opponent is Voldebat."
Luke looked at Quirrell who was struggling, and was very helpless. He didn't know whether Quirrell and Voldemort on the back of his head knew the main points of their dealing with Voldemort.
But even if they knew, they might not be able to restrain Voldebat's Patronus Charm.
After all, even though I said it, when casting the Patronus Charm, I just need to think about my own happiness.But in fact, this one of the oldest defensive spells itself represents positive emotions such as hope, happiness and survival.
Don't tell lies, there may be happy and happy memories.But the positive emotions of Shou Nian are incompatible with Voldemort.
While the two were talking, both of them saw an inconspicuous gray-white spell light.
The radiance of the spell was so severe that it looked as if the hand trembled.
But at this moment, a surprise attack by Voldebat made Quirrell dodge to the side, lest he be hit by this move, and then directly gg.
But by coincidence, this flash sent the back of his head on the track of the curse.
Then there was a painful howl.
Not to mention the students behind him, even the Voldebat over there was taken aback.He froze there for a moment, and didn't seize the opportunity to attack immediately.
Harry saw everything, and couldn't help turning his head to look at Ron.
Ron was stunned for a while, he just threw out a spell, it's not strong...
But when everyone's eyes were on him, he still subconsciously hid the wand in his hand behind him, then shook his head frantically and said, "It's not me, really not, I didn't do anything."
Denying that you are very proficient in using three-in-one, boy...
Luke couldn't help complaining in his heart.
Then he looked at Qi Luo who wanted to cover the back of his head, but seemed to be afraid of something and didn't dare to cover it, with a helpless expression on his face.
And at this time, the Voldebat on the opposite side couldn't have been a fool all the time.
It directly took advantage of this opportunity to rush up, spread its wings, and prepared to hug its head.
At this time, a clear voice spread throughout the auditorium.
"Call God Guard!"
There was no clear shape, but a white light shone in the direction of Voldebat.
The Voldebat let out a sharp scream, like a black lightning bolt, and jumped out of the area covered by the white light, and then looked at the place where the light came from in the distance, staring at the black-haired, lake-green-eyed man. Mou, the tall and straight boy let out a threatening scream.
But Luke's expression remained the same, just staring at it.
"Leave Voldebat to me, Professor."
Luke stepped forward and said helplessly, "I'm sorry, Professor, I really didn't want to use this trick at first."
Quirrell raised his head and looked at Luke with a grim expression, not knowing whether it was because of pain or hatred.
"Since you know the Patronus Charm! Why didn't you act earlier!"
This question shouldn't be asked at this time though.But there is no doubt that this is not just a question of Quirrell.
Even Professor Spratt in the middle of the battle couldn't help but take a look from my side.
This is not a small matter.Although it cannot be said that it was wrong not to stand up at the first time.There is no problem in standing up at such a time.But if someone brings up this matter, then there is a problem.
Either give a reasonable explanation, or become an active trolling.
After seeing the change in Luke's face, everyone couldn't help but look solemn.
Luke, he wouldn't really make such a low-level mistake.
Gemma thought to herself.She looked at Luke with burning eyes, waiting for his answer.
Hermione looked at Luke with some concern, but still felt something was wrong.
Taylor looked calm.She looked at Quirrell with a hideous face, as if she was looking at a clown.
Luke didn't hesitate for too long, but he looked regretful.
"I'm sorry, Professor, I didn't mean to harm you on purpose. But..."
He lifted the robe on his left hand side, revealing the belt underneath.
It was a very gorgeous belt, inlaid with large, priceless gemstones of different colors at a glance.
And you don't need to look too seriously to feel the magic power contained in these gems.
Obviously, it's a magic gem.
At this time, one of the snow-white gemstones, although not tarnished, is already full of cracks and has no magic power fluctuations.
"Now we don't even have deterrence..."
Luke finally showed a bitter smile uncontrollably.
As soon as Luke's voice fell, the Voldebat over there rushed towards this side almost without any hesitation.
Roaring, with ecstasy.
Under such circumstances, a girl who was less courageous finally screamed out.
The Patronus Charm is gone, and the professor can no longer fight.
So who can they rely on now!
"Go away!"
A rough and unrestrained voice sounded like the roar of an orangutan.Then another red magic shield unfolded, blocking the Voldebat.
Voldebat howled miserably again, and was sent flying out.
Everyone's eyes gathered there again.
Marcus Flint was out of breath, a coat of arms tarnished in his hand.
He was panting heavily, his face flushed red.
"Are we your opponents! But no noble will watch you hurt someone!"
Marcus's righteous words and solemn expression gave his unrefined face a majestic and majestic charm at this moment.
As soon as the words fell, there was a more shrill scream than before from the direction where Voldebat was bounced.
This shriek was like a magical sound filling the brain, and everyone who heard it couldn't help but tremble, feeling the chill from the soul.
At that moment, everyone's most unhappy memories involuntarily appeared in their minds.Sadness, hatred, and pain rushed into the atrium.
The pain at that moment was not as easy as suffering a Cruciatus.
But the pain didn't last too long.
"Give it to me! Get out!"
The transparent mask unfolded in an instant, and all the bad thoughts in everyone's minds were completely emptied.Their minds became firm again.
The little girl with a necklace in her hand looked at Voldebat in front of her.
"Parkinson family! No regrets!"
Pansy Parkinson's eyes glistened with tears.
Luke turned his head. Students of noble origin, mainly first graders, were holding the family crest, or took off their rings, or showed their wristbands.
The expressions on their faces are so unified.
Their emotional dust is so aligned.
Luke looked at the golden-red emotional dust, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
For the glory of pure blood!
