Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

The sudden change was like a basin of boiling water poured into boiling oil.

The huge explosion, the dazzling fire, the rising smoke, and the faint tremors under their feet made the tourists who were still in the Fire Dragon Park freeze in place.

What exactly is this situation? Park prank? New show? still--

"Enemy attack!"

On the glass trestle near the visitor reception hall, Neville was the first to react.

He had been warned by Clark in advance. As soon as the explosion occurred, he firmly grasped the handrail of the plank road against the rock wall because of his keen sense of danger.

These thick railings are deeply embedded in the rock wall. Even if the trestle is twisted and crooked due to the explosion, it has not fallen off.

After the explosion subsided, the disgraced Neville reacted very quickly and pulled out the sword from his waist with a "swish" sound.

The sword made by the goblin shone with a cold light, "All members of the escort team come closer to me and prepare for battle!"

Neville held his sword high, his angular face full of seriousness.

But before he could gather his men, a meteor flew out from the dusty ruins of the reception hall and shot straight into the sky of the dragon farm.

That is--

Neville's eyes widened, trying to figure out what it was. The next moment, the meteor suddenly expanded.

A huge, crystal clear, strange bottle that seemed to be carved from the finest transparent crystal appeared in the sky of the dragon farm.

The shape of the bottle is very strange.

The mouth of the bottle extends outwards infinitely, goes around in a circle, penetrates into the inside of the bottle from some unknown space, and then connects to the hole at the bottom of the bottle.

As a result, the entire bottle does not have a "head" and "tail" in the conventional sense, nor does it have a concept that an object should have - "sides".

It has only one side. If a fly stays inside the bottle, it can fly directly to the outside without passing through the surface, because there is no distinction between inside and outside at all.

"This is - Klein's bottle!"

Clark, who was attracted by the explosion and ran out of the theater, looked up and saw this strange giant glass creation.

No! Maybe it wasn't made of glass at all. Clark smelled a hint of space from that thing.

But what is this thing used for? Who are the people who attacked Fire Dragon Park?

And soon, the huge Klein bottle showed its effect.

Accompanied by a crisp crackling sound, countless crystal clear glass fragments that seemed to contain countless faces burst out from the Klein bottle and merged into the sky of the dragon farm.

At this moment, the sky created by magic seemed to be higher and deeper, almost the same as the real sky.

Clark saw that a wizard not far from him was casting the Apparition spell.

However, he was seen spinning in a circle, his whole body collapsed and condensed, as if he had got into some invisible pipe, and the next moment he came out from another place not far away.

The Disapparation Spell failed? !

No, the wizard was not missing arms or legs. The spell was cast successfully, but the entire space of the dragon farm had been tampered with by the Klein bottle just now, so he turned around and returned to the original place. land.

And this is precisely the characteristic represented by the Klein bottle - a non-orientable two-dimensional compact manifold that can only be truly expressed in a four-dimensional space, that is, an infinitely looping surface.

This "bottle" was first discovered and named in 1882 by the famous German mathematician Felix Klein.

In the Muggle world, this is just a mathematical surface model that exists in concept. However, I don't know who actually refined it using the alchemy methods of the magical world.

Therefore, this thing extracts the "circulation" concept of the "Klein bottle" and turns the entire dragon farm into a space that is independent of the world and circulates inside and outside.

This is also the reason why the wizard just couldn't use apparation to leave.

"This is really troublesome!" Looking at the scene in front of him, Clark's heart sank.

To be able to use this kind of magic prop in a closed space, the attacker must not be a simple person, and they may even represent a certain force.

He didn't care about Black and Peter Pettigrew anymore, and he was like an arrow from the bow, speeding towards the place where the explosion occurred.

The tourists staying in the park at this time were also panicked because of this sudden change.

On the crowded commercial street, the sounds of children crying, adults shouting, and quarrels caused by pushing each other were chaotic.

Twelve years of peaceful life is neither long nor short.

Many adult wizards present had almost forgotten the dark and turbulent era more than ten years ago.

So much so that when faced with this unexpected situation, they were so panicked that they didn't even know what to do.

Clark directly used his psychic powers to clear the way, controlled the passers-by to make way for him, and rushed towards the mountainside as quickly as possible.

At the same time, he did not forget to order the park employees to evacuate tourists to the store quickly to prevent a stampede accident and cause greater losses.

Fortunately, not everyone is so useless. On the way to the scene of the incident, Clark also saw some bold wizards and some senior Hogwarts students, all holding wands and using them backwards like him. The crowd moved forward.

It's just that they are still quite far away from the place where the explosion occurred.

At this time, halfway up the mountain, although he didn't understand the purpose of the huge glass bottle used by the other party, Neville still did not dare to take it lightly.

Any fighter is most afraid of being indecisive, so he couldn't wait for other security personnel to approach, so he directly took the sword and got into the smoke.

As we get closer to the ruins of the reception hall, the glass walkway under our feet shakes more and more, as if it will collapse at any time.

However, Neville walking on it was as if he were walking on flat ground. His body was shining with magical light, and he was covered with layer after layer of magical shields.

Just as he was about to approach the reception hall, a warning sign flashed in his mind. [Anti-Enemy Plane First] gave an early warning. Neville leaned over and rolled, avoiding the sharp cold light passing overhead.

"A child?"

Neville jumped up from the ground after somersaulting, holding his sword across his chest, facing the incoming enemy in a posture that was easiest for him to exert force.

On the trestle not far in front of him, a tall mysterious man wearing a black cloak was standing there.

The sunlight in the sky passed through the smoke and dust, casting bright yellow light beams, and then Neville noticed these lights.

The mysterious man in front of him had slender limbs and a strong build. His originally loose robe was uncomfortably tight around his body.

On the two exposed hands, the dirty fingers had long blue-gray nails on the tips, which looked like sharp claws made of steel, glowing with a dangerous cold light.

It was this person who just attacked him with his claws.

"You are the only one guarding such a big place?"

The mysterious man lowered his head and his face was hidden in the shadow of the hood. He obviously did not move, but Neville's vigilance was raised to the highest level. He felt a dangerous aura from this man's body.

"I am enough to deal with you!"

In the face of danger, Neville's voice was still full of determination.

When the mysterious man heard this, his whole body shook with excitement, and he raised his head and let out a long and harsh roar, as if he was blowing a rusty horn.

The next moment, he bent his knees and crouched down, kicked his slender legs hard on the ground, and then like a cannonball, he directly knocked away the thin dust in front of him and rushed towards the little guy holding a long sword in front of him.

boom!

The tempered glass, which was hard enough to withstand a dozen people walking on it, groaned under the heavy tread.

Neville raised his sword based on his feeling. Before he could use his sword power, a majestic force was transmitted from his sword.

That force is not ordinary brute force, it is clearly mixed with several forces of different strengths and directions, which converge and disperse with each other.

Just like a whirlpool in the sea, the sharp teeth of a beast are biting, twisting, pulling, and swinging, and they will not stop until a piece of meat is taken from the target.

He took a closer look and found that his sword was firmly grasped by the opponent's hands. The blue-black nails and the bright sword blade scraped against each other, causing dark red sparks to sputter out.

The other party is preparing to hand over his weapon empty-handed!

The powerful force made the sword in Neville's hand turn into a big fish that was twisting wildly at this moment, and it seemed that it was about to break free from his hand.

However, this mysterious man made a mistake by just treating him as a child. He didn't know that the honest-looking young man in front of him was the only [Arcane Knight] in the world.

His own strength attribute is not low, not to mention that he can also cast spells...

Following Neville's loud shout, his whole body quickly expanded in a circle under the blessing of [Giant Transformation]. His broad shoulders and strong back muscles quickly formed a perfect inverted triangle.

So in the feeling of the mysterious man, the big fish that was about to be tamed in his palm solidified and hardened in an instant, turning into a thick and steady mountain, like a steep mountain standing still on the vast plain, which could no longer be shaken. Every cent.

"not good!"

The reaction of the mysterious man is not unpleasant. Years of wandering around the dark world, coupled with the magical power given by his special bloodline, have already made his intuitive ability to sense danger reach an otherworldly level.

Compared with him, the so-called special forces kings in the Muggle world can only be regarded as younger brothers.

However, even so, the goblin sword in Neville's hand was twisted hard before he let go.

"ah!"

The mysterious man screamed miserably, and his ten slender fingers fell into the dust along with the smelly blood, stained with a layer of pale white.

If you want to fight with bare hands, you have to be Li Jing.

If it were Clark, this complaint might have been made long ago.

However, now the mysterious man was facing Neville who didn't like words, so when he ran backwards and ran away, Neville, who had cast the [Oil on the soles of his feet] spell on himself, chased after him at a faster speed.

Then the sharp cold light shone everywhere, and the mysterious man didn't even have time to say another word. He passed by Neville, and then the hooded head rolled on the ground several times, and stopped. Next to a pair of worn cowhide boots.

"Useless garbage!"

The owner of the boots was so disgusted that he kicked the unwilling head away and spat on it.

Neville, who had just released the spell and returned to normal size, saw that the opponent actually had an accomplice. After killing the enemy, he did not bother to adjust his state, and quickly stepped back, away from the intruder.

During this process, the new guys did not pursue them. Then there were bursts of footsteps behind Neville, and some of the park guard members who had just fallen behind finally arrived.

Backed by seven or eight companions armed with weapons, Neville's courage immediately became strong.

He pointed his sword forward and stood there, looking at these new attackers, numbering about seven or eight people, and asked loudly: "Who are you? Why are you attacking here?"

The leader of this group was the big man wearing cowhide boots. Facing Neville's shouts, he raised his hood, revealing the ferocious appearance underneath.

"I can smell that sweet smell in the air." The man shrugged his nose, as if he was sniffing something in the air. "That's the smell of the baby's body. This is so happy!"

A team member standing behind Neville saw the man's gray hair and beard all knotted together, his blue-black eyes with more white than pupils, plus the scar under his left eye and a grin. At that moment, the pointed teeth exposed were instantly combined with an image in his memory, and he was recognized.

"You are... Greyback... Fenrir Greyback!"

The child's voice was still trembling. This name was so familiar and scary to children in the magical world.

Fenrir Greyback is the most notorious and cruel guy in the British wizarding world.

He is a werewolf, a dark creature who is discriminated against, hated and rejected by wizards.

Wizards call him a filthy, corrupting beast, a hairy monster of low intelligence, but they are also extremely afraid of him.

Because Fenrir Greyback's philosophy is: "Blood is what werewolves deserve, and werewolves should take revenge on normal people."

He regards biting and infecting as many people as possible as his life goal, and wants to use this method to create enough werewolves to conquer the wizard.

The most criticized thing about him is that he likes to bite children, and then allows these children to grow up far away from their parents, grow up with hatred for normal wizards, and then spread new fear and despair.

Obviously, such a guy who is known for his cruelty and evil and specializes in spreading fear has now come to the Fire Dragon Park for children's entertainment.

"This is really troublesome!"

Neville's mouth was filled with bitterness.