Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

Robert Hilliard stood there with a blank face, lost in thought.

Of course, Glenn couldn't just wait for him to commit suicide, so he directly raised his right hand holding the wand, intending to knock him out.

"Collapse!"

A red light bloomed from the tip of the staff and shot straight towards the opponent.

A flash of silver flashed across Hilliard's eyes, just like Klum's during the third project in the "Goblet of Fire" movie.

As if due to the fighting instinct brought about by the Imperius Curse, he jumped sideways and avoided the entry-level coma spell by just a hair.

Glenn was slightly surprised, but did not panic. He ducked and found a convenient bunker to hide in.

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

Hilliard shouted and cast the Cruciatus Curse.

Good guy!

He is indeed a tool controlled by Patricia using the Imperius Curse.

If it weren't for my insufficient level, I'm afraid this would be a big deal!

Glenn waved his hand and summoned the Iron Armor Curse in front of him, deflecting the Unforgivable Curse.

Even with the control of the Imperius Curse, casting the Cruciatus Curse is not easy for a fourth-year wizard, so it is easy to resist.

"All petrified!"

Glenn ducked out from behind the corner, waved his hand and cast a full-body binding spell in an attempt to counterattack.

Hilliard waved his wand vigorously, barely blocking the proficient spell. He staggered two steps, hit the back of the sofa behind him, and almost fell down.

"All petrified!"

Glenn didn't intend to use other spells that he was not comfortable with, so he just tried one new trick and tried it all over the world.

Hilliard was on guard this time, and his resistance was not as embarrassing as the last time.

"All petrified!"

"All petrified!"

...

Glenn took advantage of the initiative and kept throwing out body-binding spells like a spell machine gun.

But he knew very well that although there was a clear gap between the two on the surface, he actually did not have the absolute upper hand.

Hilliard seemed to be resisting with a high level of resistance, but he had gradually become accustomed to this kind of offensive. As long as he caught the opportunity, he could immediately take advantage of the situation to launch a counterattack.

"This doesn't work..." Glenn thought to himself and began to think about ways to break the situation.

It wasn't because he was worried about losing the duel, he just wanted to practice his ability to attack as much as possible by relying only on magic while saving time.

If you just want a quick solution, it would be much easier.

Not to mention anything else, a flash can resolve the battle instantly without even needing a backstab. All it takes is a full-body binding spell.

At this moment, he remembered the practical application of transfiguration recorded in Dumbledore's notebook.

Of course, with his intermediate transformation technique, it is far from being able to wave his hand to release the water prison, but it is still easy to change the scene of the duel with some small tricks.

for example...

He suddenly stopped the continuous flow of body-binding spells in his hand, turned his wand, and pointed it at the sofa where Hilliard was leaning.

"Transform quickly!"

As he shouted, the back of the sofa suddenly disappeared and turned into a spring bed.

Hilliard was concentrating on guarding against the magic spell that might come, and without noticing, he leaned away and fell down on the mattress with a "plop".

A simple elementary transformation technique instantly made the situation clear.

Glenn did not miss this opportunity. With another wave of the magic wand, the big bed transformed again, taking the shape of a bathtub.

Hilliard, who was trying to get up while holding on to the bed, slipped and fell again. His wrist hit the wall of the bathtub and his wand fell out of his hand.

The initiator smiled slightly.

"All petrified!"

Hilliard's whole body froze, his legs and arms clinging to his body, and he lay down in the bathtub like a board.

Glenn patted the non-existent dust on his hands, came to the bathtub, and first used the levitating spell to lift the future prefect to an armchair aside, then waved his wand and lifted the transformation spell.

With a "whoosh" sound, the bathtub rotated on the spot and turned back into the original sofa.

He looked around at the mess in the lounge again, without doing any cleaning, and walked to Hilliard's side in two steps.

Hilliard was still under the control of the whole-body binding spell, and his whole body was stiff, with only one pair of eyes still able to move.

"Go to sleep. When you wake up, everything will be over."

Glenn said softly with a hint of guilt, and then raised his wand.

"Collapse!"

Hilliard rolled his eyes and passed out. His body was still under the influence of the whole-body binding spell and remained upright.

"The curse stops immediately!"

The spell was lifted and he fell down.

Glenn helped him change to a more comfortable lying position, and then glanced around to make sure there were no flaws left.

With a sound of "咻~", the golden light flashed, and the figure disappeared from the spot.

Almost at the same time, a figure appeared out of thin air in the empty castle foyer.

The figure closed its eyes, and its figure and appearance changed again, returning to Glenn's original appearance.

He adjusted the size of his robe and ran towards the Quidditch pitch following the bursts of cheers coming from the distance.

The previous battle did not last long. By the time he climbed up to the high auditorium and blended in with the cheering crowd, the game had only started not long ago.

He bent down, squeezed in from the little wizards, and finally reached Qiu.

Qiu Zheng was standing on tiptoes, waving the blue Ravenclaw scarf in her hand.

"Why are you here?" Seeing him suddenly appear, the girl asked loudly.

The crowd's shouts were deafening, and she had to shout with all her strength to make Glenn hear her clearly.

Just as Glenn was about to reply, a chorus of exclamations suddenly rang out from the Ravenclaw stands, followed by a loud curse.

Glenn stood up straight to see what was going on.

"Oh my God!" came the commentator Lee Jordan's voice. "The Slytherin batsman hit Roger Davis directly on the head with his bat! Davis fell off his broom.

Yes! This is a huge foul!"

Only then did Glenn see what was happening on the court.

Roger lay motionless in the mud that had not yet dried on the court. Several other players landed nearby and were rushing towards him with one foot deep and one shallow foot at a time.

The burly batsman was following Mrs. Huo Qifen, explaining something nonstop.

Marcus Flint was holding the Quaffle, floating in the office, grinning crookedly, with protruding front teeth and a smile that couldn't be concealed.

Seeing that Roger was seriously injured, several Ravenclaw students standing on the sidelines rushed into the field, picked him up and hurried to the school hospital.

The substitute chaser of the college team also mounted his broom and was ready to continue the game.

Seeing the team members take off again, the eaglets in the stands showed expectant expressions again, and at the same time they did not forget to continue to accuse Slytherin of atrocities.

Lee Jordan continued to explain: "Due to the foul just now, Mrs. Hooch awarded the Ravenclaw team a penalty..."

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly froze.

On the pitch, Slytherin's Seeker was raising his right hand high, holding a Golden Snitch tightly in his hand.