At this moment, the place is being guarded by a large number of Aurors. Even Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror Office, is holding a wand to guard the door of the hut.
Auror Montgomery stood on tiptoes in front of the broken window sill, winking desperately, trying to look inside through the cracks in the window glass.
That window was so dirty that the dust on it formed a thick layer and covered the gaps.
"Boss, they seem to be missing!"
Montgomery turned to Scrimgeour.
Several members of the hut just now came over and walked into the hut in front of them, but they seemed to have disappeared without any movement.
Scrimgeour twitched at him helplessly, "I think that as an Auror, the necessary stability and wisdom are good qualities. Anton told us that the 'dimension' of ritual magic exists and this
The real physical 'dimensions' of a house are not in the same place."
"I understand!" Montgomery's expression became weird, "Anton told me that if you open the door the wrong way, you won't be able to get in."
At this moment, the wooden door of the barrel hut behind him made a creaking sound and slowly opened.
A girl with pure blond hair and a pair of gold-framed lensless glasses walked out of it.
It is classmate Hannah Abbott, the housekeeper of the cabin.
"We can let those Muggles in."
She followed Scrimgeour's gaze and looked into the distance, where there were thirty or so Muggles standing nervously, much like they were waiting at the entrance to the exam room some time ago.
These Muggles were vaguely divided into three waves, and no one spoke to each other.
Seven of them were recruited by members of the hut and are members of the 'Knights of the hut'. They are all excellent programming experts in the Muggle world. They look gentle and gentle, and all of them are very young.
Eight of them were brought by Fudge and Percy. They are all old detectives who are well-known in the European detective world but have fallen into trouble in life. These people's eyes are like eagle eyes. They are looking at the door of the barrel house and chatting.
They seemed to be looking at a light in the dark world.
The remaining dozen are retired soldiers, mercenaries, bounty hunters, Muggle mechanical experts, etc. that the Auror Office has recruited.
Scrimgeour waved quickly and followed Hannah towards the door.
It's amazing. In front of us is the lobby where the Barrel House used to be a bar. Once we step over the threshold, everything is different.
There are only a few clouds in the vast sky, and a few seagulls are gliding and flying in the distance at the junction of the sky and the sea water and the lake.
The waves crashed on the beach, making a roaring sound.
Scrimgeour looked back and saw that several stones were stacked to form a gate. The door panel that opened inward still looked like the one in the Barrel House, with some moisture and bacteria growing in the gaps.
The island they were on was not big, with rugged rocks on one side and a small dune slightly raised on the sea surface made of sea sand that shimmered in the sun.
The sand dune is about the size of two football fields.
As other people entered behind them, various exclamations sounded.
"Merlin's beard!"
"God, I saw magic!"
"This is incredible."
"..."
Hannah shrugged at Scrimgeour, "Just move around freely. There are no special requirements for ritual magic."
She called Scrimgeour and Montgomery to wait at a small tea table under a large parasol in the distance.
Next to the parasol, George and Fred were waving their wands and directing two puppets made of sand to create a circular flat area on the beach.
Anna raised her wand lightly and muttered something to the flat land. After a while, countless mist filled the air.
In the mist, there were faint figures walking around, and a humming sound came out.
With a slight flick of the wand in her hand, the picture suddenly became clear.
The mist surged and turned into a circular high platform. On the high platform, there was a little wizard standing around him on his own round platform. It was the scene of the Top 100 Tournament.
On the screen, Anton, one of the referees, was being asked by host Lockhart about the rules of the game.
After doing this, the three of them walked towards this side, each found a chair, and prepared to watch the game.
Director Auror Scrimgeour stared at Ron, one of the top ten contestants, for a while, then turned to look at the members of the hut with some confusion, "Won't casting spells here affect the ritual magic that's waiting for you?"
Anna just smiled shyly at him and shook her head.
She is not Anton, and she does not like to tell others about what she is doing.
For example, the one in front of them seems to be a leisure time for them to wait for the completion of ritual magic, but it is an extremely important step in ritual magic.
Before George and Fred tidied up the flat land, they buried in the sand the 'space converter' collectively invented by the hut, which Anton taught them to use as an 'anchor' and 'frequency modulation synchronization'.
The aerosol image spell can effectively connect the finals to this place.
In a certain spatial dimension, a state of "although there is no overlap is actually overlapping" is reached.
"Wow~" George exclaimed as he listened to Anton's description of the rules of the game in the fog scene, and turned to look at Neville who was talking to the Longbottoms in the distance, "The game is about to begin!"
Neville immediately walked over quickly with his parents.
"Actually, you should be watching the game live. Anton said that if you want to better understand the true operation of the principle that 'magic is the power of the soul,' the best reference is the scene of the magical animals that embodies the mental image in the finals.
Things!"
Mother Alice Longbottom marveled, "There is such a layer."
Neville smiled and nodded, "Anton will always find various ways to spread his magic theories. I think at the end of this game, the most important opportunity to truly win the championship is to release the magic that he can control. That way they
You will find that the magical animals they create will become extremely controllable."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Father Frank Longbottom rubbed Neville's head and said with emotion, "Our little Neville knows so much!"
Neville scratched his head shyly, "Anton taught me this, and the other friends in the cabin also taught me a lot."
Harry, a child with extremely high fighting talent, was obviously aware of this very keenly.
"Repulse with all your strength!"
Repulse Spell, Anton helped Harry find the most suitable natural talent magic for him.
This is unique to Harry and originates from the strongest power bursting out from deep in his soul - from resistance to resistance.
After his parents were killed, he grew up in his uncle's house and was treated harshly. Harry's inner emotional resistance to the world has been extremely strong.
Later, he not only had to face the tit-for-tat confrontation from Potions Professor Snape, but also the hostility towards him from other college students because of the prophecy that Voldemort was eyeing him and planned to kill him...
Harry, feeling that the world is full of malice.
So he began to resist and fight.
This kind of spiritual power also began to allow him to enjoy the joy of going out in the middle of the night against school rules, and at the same time gave him a repelling effect when he cast the disarming spell.
Anton told him that that was the wrong approach. The disarming spell should have the effect of a disarming spell, not repel it. This was a sign of losing control of magic.
He began to teach Harry various magics and guide him to understand the feeling of controlling magic.
Then when Anton began to teach individually in the later stages, he specifically guided Harry to practice the first spell that the first-year wizard learned - the repulse spell.
Wizards are choosing magic, and magic is choosing wizards. Harry's spiritual power simply doesn't fit well with this magic.
It's just that although Harry used it very skillfully, he still couldn't find the feeling of controlling magic that Anton said.
But at this moment, in the finals of the Top 100 Tournament, in such a special environment, the emotions and will deep in his heart were quickly amplified by the translucent wizard robe.
Suddenly, an extremely wonderful state appeared in his hands.
The effect of his knockback spell is completely different from Hermione's!
A huge figure appeared in front of him, like a miniature giant, only 11.5 feet (3.5 meters) tall.
That was an image of Hagrid, Harry knew.
It was during his long Muggle life that when he was about to enter a very bad middle school, a tall figure suddenly appeared, taught his annoying uncle and his family a lesson, and led him into the mysterious and beautiful magical world.
Harry would never forget that stormy night on the island, when the gate collapsed and Hagrid's tall figure appeared.
That was the beginning of redemption in his life and gave him endless hope.
It's very interesting that after he cast this magic, the image transformed by the magic did not rush towards the opponent, but just stood in front of him.
No, not standing in front of me!
Harry could feel that the giant in front of him was him!
His mind seemed to have entered the body of such a giant through powerful magic, and he vigorously lifted a big stick made of tree trunks.
He turned around slowly, raised the stick in his hand, and firmly guarded himself on the round platform.
"Dizzy!"
Someone cast this magic on him, and the effect was several ugly dwarfs holding hands and wearing big bows.
This Durmstrang classmate had just used this trick on Ron. Several dwarfs pulled Ron around in a circle hand in hand, and Ron almost fell off the round platform.
At this moment……
It should be the counter-curse of the 'Iron Armor Curse' or the 'Dizzy Curse'.
But Harry didn't know why, so he didn't cast this in time. He just raised his wand high to maintain the effect of the repelling spell.
Anton told him that when he reached the level of controlling the curse, the curse would become ever-changing in his hands.
From resisting the malice of this world to fighting against the malice of this world, the Repel Curse should have the same effect as the Iron Armor Curse!
then……
He twisted his broad shoulders, tightened his arms that were thicker than his waist, and vigorously waved the big tree trunk in his hands.
Peng~
The dwarfs were like bludgers in Quidditch, being knocked in the original direction by the tree trunk.
Fly, fly, fly.
Those dwarfs almost grabbed hold of the Durmstrang student, spinning rapidly and falling off the round platform.
"Perfect!" Fred shouted excitedly, holding his butterbeer high, "This is a reflection of the opponent's attack spell!"
"Yes!" George knocked the wine glass in his hand against Fred's and shouted excitedly, "The perfect repelling spell!"