There will always be people who fail to pay attention to this interstellar spellcasting.
For example, the people fighting with high intensity in the room, oh, except for those young lovers, maybe the fight between Snape and his friends was obviously more exciting.
Mr. Filch, the gatekeeper of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, is a very special person.
He used to be a squib, but he was so eager for magic. Before he had the ability to cast spells, Anton had already discovered that this gentleman had secretly learned the "clean up" spell-casting method.
The spell-casting gestures and every detail of spell pronunciation are so standard that they can be used as teaching materials. Except that he cannot actually release them, Mr. Filch knows them all.
In the past, many young wizards secretly spread the ambiguous relationship between the gatekeeper Mr. Filch and the school library Mrs. Pince. After all, these two people are one of the most hated characters among the young wizards.
But perhaps, Mr. Filch, who is passionate about magical knowledge, and Mrs. Pince, who protects magical knowledge, have a very similar point of view and like each other.
Who knows.
But one thing can be guessed - how much magic did Mr. Filch learn in the magic school and the school library during his long life at Hogwarts?
Nobody knows.
But this kind of accumulation is obviously enough to amaze every comrade around him.
Filch assumed the most standard spell-casting posture, waved the most standard spell-casting gestures, and meticulously released magic.
In his eyes, there is a fanatical love for magic.
That kind of enthusiasm would even make him burst into tears every time he releases a magic spell.
How could such a wizard not be powerful?
As Anton said, everyone's soul is great. There are too many people who want to achieve greatness in the real world. All they need is an opportunity.
"Quietly!"
"The windows and doors are closed!"
The two simplest spells did not attract the attention of the witch hunters meeting in this house, but they did not know that the entire house had been quietly sealed.
"Hard as iron!"
Finally, streaks of metallic luster spread across all the doors and windows, completely turning the entire house into a prison that was unable to escape.
Filch's spellcasting continued, and he waved the wand so earnestly, as if he was doing something sacred, full of piety.
"The footsteps are silent!"
"Hidden breath!"
"Ignore the invisible!"
The three magic spells spread quickly to the companions, putting everyone in an extremely suitable fighting state.
After doing this, Filch gave a slightly exaggerated salute, hugged the cat Mrs. Loris and slowly retreated behind the crowd, "We can begin."
"Wow~" Fiennes was stunned.
"Wow~" Jillian's eyes were full of appreciation.
"Wow~" Lockhart looked at this ugly monster who was so dazzling at this time. He felt that he was much more handsome than him for no reason, and for a moment he felt envious and jealous.
Snape looked at Filch with a smile and nodded, "It is my honor to fight alongside you."
oh!
Filch burst into tears when he heard this. Merlin's beard was so excited.
Did you hear that?
Did you hear that?
Professor Snape said it was an honor for him to fight alongside me!
OMG!
Snape patted him on the shoulder and looked at every figure around him, "Yes, it is my honor to fight side by side with each of you."
"Then..." He gently raised the wand in his hand, "Let's go!"
"Let's go!" everyone said in unison.
This is destined to be a terrible killing. The dark wizard Snape has experienced the most brutal battle, the female werewolf Gillian has released the suppressed animal nature in her heart, and the dark wizard old man Fiennes has been wandering on the edge of life and death all year round.
The twisted Filch, and the even more twisted Lockhart due to the Forgotten Curse...
The battle between these people is destined to be no more than children's play.
Blood spurts out from the witch hunter's chest and turns into a terrible poison in the blue-purple smoke, instantly burning the person who is splashed with visible skull wounds.
The bullets from the witch hunters' machine guns splashed out like water. Affected by the 'Bone Shield' curse and the 'Arrow Missing Deflection' curse, the metal torrent ricocheted wildly around the room, harvesting more lives.
Death has become the only sound in this airtight iron cage.
The blood gathered into a river and was used again, turning into a terrifying demon.
No one expected that the most terrifying thing was the weak-looking Lockhart.
Under his wand, several witch hunters turned into guards and guarded him firmly with pious faces, resisting the attacks of guns, bullets and machetes, gritting their teeth and refusing to fall down even if they were seriously injured.
Some people started to kill each other crazily, as if they were facing a wizard they hated very much.
He didn't lie to Anton. The Oblivion Curse was used in a subtle way and was more terrifying than the three unforgivable soul-stealing curses.
To do this, you only need to exchange the recognition of the person or item that the other party cares about most with your own. It's that simple.
I will spend my last breath to protect Lockhart's life.
Perhaps, the other party just recognized Lockhart as his dead little daughter who looked like an angel.
Who knows.
Finally, the fighting completely subsided.
The huge werewolf shook its fur, and the blood and stumps were thrown away. With a burst of twisting and deformation, the brutal werewolf that had harvested countless lives transformed into a woman again.
Countless vines spread across each other, blocking everyone's view.
After the spiked vines slid away and disappeared, what appeared was Gillian who had put on ladylike clothes again.
With gentleness and shyness on his face, he desperately locked the beast in his heart into the cage again.
There is a beast in everyone's heart, and her beast is even more savage, because it is the reality of her past years.
She is no longer a werewolf, she has begun to be tamed by human society, and she no longer wants to become that beast.
However, for Sif, she doesn't mind turning into a beast again, as long as she can help him.
Everyone is panting to restrain themselves from the mental stimulation caused by the killing. This group of people is so unique, everyone longs for a better life, and everyone has entered the situation of killing.
Just then, a cell phone rang.
Snape waved his wand and made the phone float in front of him. He looked at the 'Mr. Barty Crouch Jr.' displayed on the black and white electronic screen above, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
Fiennes snapped his fingers, and immediately, a dead body with only half its body left on the ground stood up from the ground with its arms.
He opened his mouth slightly and made a sound like he was alive, "Ah, ha, hey, um."
Then, Fiennes looked at Snape and nodded.
The phone floated directly in front of Mr. Corpse and he clicked on it.
"What's going on? You'd better give me a convincing reason why you scumbags secretly gathered together for a meeting without my consent!" Little Barty's roar was carried far away from the speaker of the mobile phone.
.
"Save me! The Auror is here, save me!" Mr. Corpse screamed expressionlessly, and then the phone was hung up.
Snap.
Mr. Corpse lost all his strength and fell back to the ground.
Fiennes raised his eyebrows and said, "Quack, quack, it seems we have to make a good arrangement here and prepare a sumptuous and delicious meal for Mr. Crouch."