Chapter 462 You Have Been Strengthened

As the saying goes, things of a feather flock together, and people are divided into groups.

Draco Malfoy is not the only one who is mean in Slytherin, and Harry Potter is not the only one who is impulsive and reckless in Gryffindor.

Of course, it may be the influence of the college atmosphere, just like a piece of white paper dropped into a big dye vat, and it will be dyed with color over time.

Anyway, no matter what the reason is, I don't know what a certain Slytherin said, or a certain Gryffindor hates Slytherin too much...

"All petrified!"

As a roar sounded in the Gryffindor camp, as a poor child in Slytherin folded his hands in astonishment and fell down...

The first shot of the largest school fight since the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was officially fired.

The prefect of Slytherin, Faney, was stunned. On the contrary, Draco reacted very quickly. First, his expression brightened, and then quickly changed to anger, roaring, "Gryffindor is too bullying! Fight back! Fight back! ! Remember, we are fighting back!"

Gryffindor didn't have so many psychological plots, and they all drew out their wands decisively. Harry roared angrily and was the first to rush forward, "Defeat these evil Slytherins! They pretend to be Dumbledore's Army!"

"Disarm you!"

"Oolong out of the hole!"

"Stand up and stop dead!"

"Grin ho la la!"

"Tarantella dance!"

"Blazing flames!"

"The flame freezes!"

"Ecstasy!"

"Fire roasted hot and spicy!"

"..."

All kinds of spell lights and shadows flew around in the crowd, and the senior students had gradually mastered a lot of counter-spells, so that this lively fire scene would not stop so quickly.

Gryffindor and Slytherin are okay, everyone wears uniforms of different colors and can easily identify the enemy and the enemy, but Hufflepuff and some Ravenclaws are miserable, distributed in two camps, each other Fighting back and forth, when the scene is chaotic, you don't know whether the opponent is an enemy or not.

Group battle, this kind of scene can arouse everyone's blood the most.

Gryffindor's prefect, Percy, anxiously appealed to everyone to calm down. After a while, a splash of ice water covered his face. He couldn't stop shaking from the cold, and his upper and lower teeth clicked uncontrollably.

"Warm... Ka Ka Ka Ka..."

Percy tried many times, and finally, with the help of a seventh-grade classmate, finally cast the counter-curse.

He had just been helped up, and when he saw the suppressed smile in other people's eyes, he suddenly burst into anger, his eyes were red, "Ahh~~~"

He waved his wand quickly, so much that his whole body shook, "Swamp obstacle!"

In the middle of the most intense battle between Gryffindor and Slytherin, everyone suddenly felt the ground shake, and the whole muddy ground began to become soft and muddy.

"Tough as iron!"

Some people cast magic on the place where they were standing, while others didn't react so quickly. In an instant, their entire ankles sank.

"Ahhh...help~~"

"Idiot, this is an impediment spell, it doesn't create a swamp, it reaches the ankle at most, don't struggle! Xuete, don't push me, Gulugulu, Xuete, I ate a mouthful of mud, you nasty third grader, Give me a blow~~~”

Some people roared, some called for help, some took the opportunity to attack others, and the chaos here became more and more chaotic.

Anton and Neville watched this scene blankly.

"Mom~~~" Anton moved his fingers slightly, and a magic wand was ejected from his sleeve to the palm of his hand to hold it. His heart was agitated, and he licked the corner of his mouth, "It seems very exciting..."

Neville's eyes were all red, "How dare they!"

"This knowledge sharing meeting is obviously held to promote the unity of several colleges..." Even though Neville has become a little mature, he still has a certain kind of silly innocence. He clasped his hands, "I..."

His voice was filled with tears and grievances, "I voluntarily quit Dumbledore's Army and gave everything to Harry. He brought these people here to fight?"

Anton stared at the wonderful scene with wide eyes, eager to try, and insincerely comforted his emotions, "Oh~ don't do this, everyone is just impulsive."

Neville was a little sad, "But after this fight is over, we really have no chance to live in harmony again."

"like……"

Anton chuckled, "That's right."

Neville panted heavily, staring at the scene of so many people fighting, "I don't know what I should do, maybe I should help my classmates at this time, but I know it's wrong."

"I don't have such troubles." Anton held his wand, eager to join now, "I'm going to hit a hundred, let them all go!"

"Anton!" Neville was so nervous that his whole body became excited, "Stop joking, I'm serious, we must find a way to stop them!"

"oh."

Anton reluctantly stuffed his wand into the pocket of his wizard robe. If he joined, no matter who was right or wrong, Old Deng would definitely be the first to find him.

This principal is such a double standard, too double standard! ! !

But...

Anton rubbed his chin, looked Neville up and down, saw that his face was full of righteous determination, and clicked his tongue, "You really want to stop them?"

Neville's eyes lit up, "Do you have a solution?"

snap~

Anton snapped his fingers, "A way? Haha, I have a way."

"Young man, here I happen to have a magic that requires 'guarding emotions'. It can turn you into a great white bear with antlers that is comparable to Hagrid's defense and far surpasses ordinary magical animals."

(See Chapter 393 for details)

"Maybe you can go down there yourself and knock them all down."

"Then……"

"Tell them what's the right thing to do!"

Neville was about to refute Anton's words, but when he heard the last sentence, he suddenly felt overwhelmed by a huge sense of responsibility, so he nodded vigorously, "Yeah!"

She has a small, round, fleshy face with a particularly serious expression.

Anton chuckled, "That's great."

As he said, he drew out his wand and pressed it against Neville's head, "Soon, almost too late for you to say 'Pull the carrot', quack quack..."

Also granting transformation, the biggest difference between Antlers Pyrenees and Wolfsbane and Animagus is that it only needs one spell.

If there is a master who is proficient in spells and intends to classify this spell in the future, maybe it should be classified as a curse.

There is no need for potion materials, or various harsh conditions.

There are also more restrictions than ordinary Animagus transformations. First of all, the emotions it needs to protect, the stronger the better, and secondly, it is essentially a reflection of Anton's 'memory', so after Anton's death, these changes will be in all Disappears from the subject.

Anton had already mastered this trick, after all, he had so many lovely and enthusiastic Death Eaters who came to help.

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 easier.

In just a moment, Neville's body began to swell rapidly, countless white hairs grew from his body, and a pair of huge purple antlers grew from his head.

"Roar~"

Neville roared angrily and raised his body again.

"Oh my god~" Anton looked at Neville in amazement, this kid can always easily achieve a very strong effect in the field of transformation, a full 5 meters tall.

The broad chest and back, the arms thicker than the thighs of adults, are like a thick hill.

For a moment, Anton felt that Neville could even go head-to-head with Fire Dragon for a passionate brawl.

Tut tut.

Neville didn't know what was going on in Anton's head. He felt the strength of the powerful muscles and muscles surging in his body, and clenched his fists vigorously.

So, he nodded seriously to Anton, turned around and rushed towards the center of the battle.

In just an instant, several spells hit him.

Neville tried to dodge in a panic, but found that he didn't feel anything at all. At this moment, he couldn't bear to think too much. His huge feet stepped on the ground, and his huge body leaped into the air.

Boom~

Dirt splashed everywhere!

Neville held a child in one hand, grabbing and throwing him into the distance.

Anton watched in amazement from a distance, but he had to wave his wand to make these children light when they landed, otherwise it would be as strong as Neville...

Well, killing both parties in the fight should be considered a form of persuasion, right?

probably?