A faint yellow smoke spread out from the tip of Bailang's wand. As soon as the blown Dementor was touched by the smoke, he immediately let out a sharp roar and fled far away. A camera also appeared at the other end of the corridor.
Bai Lang casually threw the wand into the box - the yellow light mist dispelled all the coldness in the box, injecting endless courage into those who were not present.
At this time, Bailang put up a posture in the corridor, which was a typical empty-handed posture - one punch in front and one at the waist, his feet spread apart and bent, and he turned sideways forward. This was a joke by his thief army master
He also imitated the posture of a ghost. With the magic power on Bai Lang's body burning like flames and circling like a hurricane, the method of using magic power to simulate fighting spirit was finally considered a first step in Bai Lang's practice. From then on, he would eventually enter the hall one day.
"Asura Flash Strike!" Accompanied by Chuu Er's roar in Chinese, Bai Lang punched out with his back fist, and a round of magic ripples burst out from his right fist, directly attacking the Dementors who were within a few feet.
The Dementor was sent flying to the end of the corridor, and the car window was smashed. He couldn't get up for a while. Neville's eyes shone when he looked out of the box at Bailang's blow.
Bailang glanced at Neville with a very disgusting look, "Axiu Douluo!" He said in Chinese, completely ignoring whether his classmates could understand.
"Wow!" The little wizards exclaimed when they saw all this. Bai Lang's school bully image should be fully revealed now. "Harry Potter fainted!" someone shouted, and Bai Lang dusted off
He dusted off his clothes, took his wand from Zabini's hand, and walked over to take a look. By this time, all the dementors had already rushed outside the carriage, and the cold air had disappeared a lot.
Harry had nothing to do, and shortly after Bailang returned to his box, the train stopped on the platform. The young wizards, except for the first-year students, all arrived at Hogwarts in carriages. "It's a really bad day.
." Bailang muttered. He saw two dementors guarding the gate of Hogwarts, and a cold atmosphere enveloped the entire gate. Zabini beside him had begun to shrink, and Bailang
With a cold snort, the breath that stole happiness and warmth was suddenly blown away by a breath as sharp as a knife and as hot as fire.
When Bailang got out of the car, he happened to hear Malfoy speaking in a drawn-out tone, "You passed out, Potter? Is Longbottom telling the truth? Did you really pass out?" Malfoy
He squeezed past Hermione and blocked Harry's way into the castle through the stone steps. He looked proud. His pale eyes flashed maliciously. "Go away, Malfoy." Ron said through gritted teeth. "You
Did you pass out too, Weasley?" Malfoy said loudly. "Did that scary old guy scare you too, Weasley?"
At this time, the middle-aged man who seemed to be a professor had just gotten out of the car, but Bailang had already walked over, bumped Malfoy from behind, and interrupted his words. "Oh, sorry! Isn't this our distinguished Mr. Malfoy?
I fucking discovered that the dunghill can continue to pile up, huh?!" Bailang's provocation was clearly revealed, but although Malfoy's face turned red, he shrank shamefully...
When entering the hall, Professor McGonagall took Harry and Hermione away, and Bailang followed the prefects to the long table. "It's the entrance day again, let's see what new little wizards there are. These weaklings
Egg." Bailang thought, and Neville secretly touched his arm, "Can you teach me?" Bailang looked at the little fat guy - this kid has grown a lot recently, and is actually close to Bailang's height.
"What did you teach me?" Bai Lang asked.
"Ashu Douluo!" Neville tried hard to say the word with a very unorthodox pronunciation, and at the same time he made gestures with his fists. Bailang smiled, "I remember you also learned from me when I was in the first grade.
Yes, but then I stopped learning. Why do you want to learn my magic martial arts now?" The three words "magic martial arts" are in Chinese, and Neville didn't understand. But he nodded desperately, "Okay, I will give you another chance to practice hard.
Your body and mind. If you give up this time, I will never teach you again." Bai Lang's words were very serious.
At this time the principal stood up and spoke. Although Professor Dumbledore was very old, he always gave people an energetic impression. His hair and beard were several feet long, he wore semi-circular glasses, and his nose was hooked.
Awesome. "Welcome!" said Professor Dumbledore, his beard sparkling in the light of the candle. "Welcome to Hogwarts in the new school year! I have a few words to say to all of you, and one of them is
It's very serious, I think it's better to explain this matter clearly before you are confused by this delicious meal..."
"After they searched the Hogwarts Express, you must all know that our school is currently receiving a number of dementors from Azkaban. They are here to perform official duties of the Ministry of Magic." Dumbledore stopped.
After a moment, "They are stationed at all entrances to the school grounds," Dumbledore continued. "During their stay here, I must make it clear that no one is allowed to leave the school without permission. Dementors
You should not be deceived by tricks or disguises - not even by invisibility cloaks. Dementors are born with no understanding of requests or excuses. Therefore I warn each of you: Do not give them any excuse to harm you. I
I count on the prefects, as well as our newly appointed Head Boy and Head Girl, to ensure that no student will conflict with a dementor."
Bailang muttered below, "I don't think so. I think I have the ability to kill them directly...it's just some rubbish." But he didn't say that he was knocking down the two Dementors.
In the process, he lost a lot of magic power and energy, so much so that he is still a little out of breath.
Dumbledore began to introduce this year's new professors. The first one was the newcomer to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, "Professor Lupin!" Dumbledore said. Bailang was not surprised to see the expression of hatred shown by Professor Snape. After all,
In fact, they have a grudge. "They are not good things," Bai Lang said with a smile to himself.
"As for the second teacher we have appointed," Dumbledore continued after the less than enthusiastic applause for Professor Lupin died down, "well, I regret to tell you that our Care of Magical Creatures teacher Kate Talbot
Professor Ern retired at the end of last year to spend more time with his remaining rascals. However, I'm pleased to say that to fill his vacancy is none other than Rubeus Hagrid, who has agreed to serve as
In addition to being a gamekeeper, he also serves as a teacher."
The trio and the Gryffindor students all let out enthusiastic screams, and even Bailang clapped softly - for this half-giant who had similar aesthetics to him, they were all powerful and terrifying creatures.
"Speaking of going to meet Dior, I hope Hagrid won't get carried away and introduce my lovely Dior in the first lesson." Bailang thought.
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