As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together, and people flock together.
Draco Malfoy is not the only Slytherin to be foul-mouthed, and Harry Potter is not the only Gryffindor to be impulsive and reckless.
Of course, maybe it is the influence of the college atmosphere, just like a piece of white paper dropped into a big dye vat, it becomes dyed with color over time.
Anyway, no matter what the reason is, I don’t know if a certain Slytherin said something, or a certain Gryffindor hates Slytherin too much...
"All petrified!"
As a roar rang out in the Gryffindor camp, a poor Slytherin child put his hands together and fell down with his head tilted up in astonishment...
The first shot was officially fired in the largest school fight since the founding of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Slytherin's prefect Fane was stunned, but Draco reacted very quickly. First he looked happy, and then quickly changed his face to anger, roaring, "Gryffindor bullies people too much! Fight back!"
Fight back! Remember, we are fighting back!"
Gryffindor didn't have so many psychological plots. They all drew out their wands decisively. Harry roared and rushed forward first, "Defeat these evil Slytherins! They are pretending to be Dumbledore's Army!"
"Expelliarmus!"
"Oolong comes out of the hole!"
"Stand stiff and stop dead!"
"Grinning and cheering!"
"Tarantella!"
"The flames are blazing!"
"Fire Freeze!"
"Bewildered!"
“It’s hot and spicy!”
"..."
A variety of magical lights and shadows were flying among the crowd, and the senior students had begun to gradually master a large number of counter-spells, so that the lively fight scene would not stop so quickly.
It's okay for Gryffindor and Slytherin. Everyone wears house uniforms of different colors and can easily identify friends and foes. However, Hufflepuff and some Ravenclaws are in dire straits. They are distributed in two camps and can easily identify each other.
Fighting back and forth, the situation becomes chaotic, and you don't know whether the other party is the enemy or not.
Group battles, this kind of scene can arouse everyone's blood the most.
Percy, the prefect of Gryffindor, anxiously appealed to everyone to calm down, but soon he was hit by a stream of ice water on his face. His whole body was shaking uncontrollably from the cold, and his upper and lower teeth were chattering uncontrollably.
"Warm...kakaka..."
Percy tried many times and finally cast the counter-curse with the help of a seventh-grade classmate.
He had just been helped up by someone, and when he saw the suppressed smiles in other people's eyes, he suddenly became angry and his eyes turned red, "Ahhhh~~~"
He waved his wand quickly, so much that his whole body shook, "Swamp Obstacle!"
In the middle area where the battle between Gryffindor and Slytherin was fiercest, everyone suddenly felt the ground shaking, and the entire soil began to become soft and muddy.
"Hard as iron!"
Some people released magic at the place where they were standing, while others did not react so quickly. In an instant, their entire ankle sank.
"Ah ah ah... help~~"
"Idiot, this is an obstacle spell. It's not a swamp. It's up to your ankles at most. Don't struggle! Snow, don't push me. Gulu, Gulu, Snow, I took a mouthful of mud, you damn third grader.
Give me a blow~~~"
Some people roared, some called for help, and some took the opportunity to attack others. The place became increasingly chaotic.
Anton and Neville stared at this scene blankly.
"Oh my god~~~" Anton moved his fingers slightly, and a wand popped out of his sleeve and was held in the palm of his hand. His heart started to stir, and he licked the corner of his mouth, "It seems very exciting..."
Neville's eyes turned red, "How dare they!"
"This knowledge sharing meeting is obviously to promote the unity of several colleges..." Even though Neville has become a little mature, he still has a certain silly innocence. He clasped his hands, "I..."
His voice was filled with tears and grievance, "I voluntarily quit Dumbledore's Army and handed everything over to Harry. Is he the one who brought these people here to fight?"
Anton stared at the exciting scene with wide eyes, eager to try, and comforted his emotions insincerely, "Oh~ don't be like this, everyone is just impulsive."
Neville was a little sad, "But after this fight is over, there will really be no chance for everyone to live in harmony."
"like……"
Anton chuckled, "That's right."
Neville gasped and stared at the battle scene with so many people, "I don't know what I should do. Maybe I should help our classmates at this time, but I know this is wrong."
"I don't have such troubles." Anton held the magic wand and wished he could join in right now, "I'm going to hit a hundred of them and let them all go!"
"Anton!" Neville was so nervous that he became excited, "Stop joking, I'm serious, we have to find a way to stop them!"
"oh."
Anton reluctantly put his wand into the pocket of his wizard robe. If he wanted to join, no matter who was right or wrong, Lao Deng would definitely come to him first.
This principal has such double standards, so double standards!!!
But...
Anton rubbed his chin and looked Neville up and down, looking at his face full of righteous determination, and said, "Do you really want to stop them?"
Neville's eyes lit up, "Do you have any idea?"
Pa~
Anton snapped his fingers, "A way? Haha, I have so many ideas."
"Young man, I happen to have a magic here that requires 'protection of emotions'. It can turn you into a great white bear with antlers that is comparable to Hagrid in defense and far more powerful than ordinary magical animals."
(See Chapter 393 for details)
"Maybe you can rush down there yourself and knock them all down."
"Then……"
"Tell them what is the right thing to do!"
Neville was about to refute Anton's words, but when he heard the last sentence, he suddenly felt a huge sense of responsibility and nodded vigorously, "Yeah!"
He has a small, chubby face with a particularly serious expression.
Anton chuckled, "That's great."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! As he spoke, he pulled out his wand and put it against Neville's head, "Quickly, so fast that you don't even have time to say 'Pull out the carrots', quack quack."
…”
The biggest difference between the antlered white bear and the wolfsbane and animagus is that it only needs a magic spell.
If there is a master who is proficient in magic and plans to classify this magic in the future, maybe it should be classified as a curse.
No potion materials are required, and no harsh conditions are required.
It is also more restrictive than ordinary Animagus transformations. First of all, the emotions it needs to protect are stronger, the better. Secondly, it is essentially a reflection of Anton's "memory", so after Anton dies, these changes will be reflected in all
disappears from the subject.
Anton had already perfected this technique, after all, he had so many lovely and enthusiastic Death Eaters coming to help him.
Of course, the most troublesome step of locking the opponent's black magic power into the antlers can be easily skipped this time.
That's even simpler.
In just a moment, Neville's body began to expand rapidly, countless white hairs grew from his body, and a pair of huge purple antlers sprouted from his head.
"Roar~"
Neville roared angrily and raised his body again.
"Oh my god~" Anton looked at Neville in amazement. This child could always easily achieve a very strong effect in the field of transformation, and he was a full 5 meters tall.
That broad chest and back, and those arms that are thicker than an adult's thighs, are like a thick hill.
For a moment, Anton felt that Neville could even have a passionate heart-to-heart battle with the fire dragon.
Tsk tsk tsk.
Neville didn't know what was going on in Anton's head. Feeling the strength of the powerful muscles surging in his body, he clenched his fist vigorously.
So, he nodded to Anton seriously, turned around and rushed towards the center of the battle.
In just an instant, several spells hit him.
Neville tried to hide in a panic, but found that he didn't feel anything at all. At this time, he couldn't think too much. He stepped on the ground with his huge feet, and his huge body jumped into the air.
Boom~
Mud is everywhere!
Neville held a child in each hand and threw him away.
Anton watched in amazement from a distance, but he had to wave his magic wand to make these children become lighter when they landed, otherwise they would be as strong as Neville...
Well, beating both parties to death should be considered a form of breaking up the fight, right?