hogwarts blast

At noon, the four members of Hogwarts' father-sad group gathered together again.

George pulled out a large coffin-like wooden box from his storage bag.

Kyle could guess what was inside. What was contained in such a large coffin was nothing more than the alchemy armor created by George.

Just couldn't George's taste change?

It's fine to put it in a crate, but why does it have to be made like a coffin? Can this taste be changed?

George patted the big coffin placed next to the dining table, "I owe you what I owe you, and now I finally pay it off!"

Kyle lifted off the coffin board and saw clearly the entire armor lying inside.

"Cool!" Kyle exclaimed.

The overall shape of the armor is streamlined. Compared to Iron Man's armor, it looks more like Ma Chao's survivor skin in Honor of Kings.

The armor is made entirely of metal, and its black paint makes it look very heavy.

In fact, it is really heavy. If you wear it, you can't even think about close combat or anything like that.

The position of the mask that belongs to the eyes is made of a piece of magic crystal with extremely high hardness.

And George also specially added a luminous effect to it, which can emit a stunning red light in the dark night.

The surrounding students crowded over to take a look at Kyle's suit, and ninety-nine percent of them were boys.

After all, mecha is a man's romance.

They looked at Kyle with envy in his eyes.

"How's it going? Are you satisfied?"

"It's okay, but there's no sense of surprise. After all, I designed the appearance myself."

Kyle's voice sounded calm, which instantly cast a deep layer of frustration in George's heart.

Not only the appearance, but also the materials were paid for by Kyle himself.

Otherwise, even if George and Fred were sold to Gringotts, they would not be able to afford the magic metal needed to build this suit of armor.

Kyle covered the coffin board with satisfaction and put the large coffin containing the armor into his storage bag.

He asked George to build this armor mainly to satisfy his collecting habit.

Wearing this heavy armor, he had defensive power, but his speed was also seriously slowed down.

Before he could open the fifth or sixth gate of the Eight-door Dunjia as a normal state, it was absolutely impossible for him to wear this kind of armor to fight with people.

However, based on Kyle's progress in practicing the Eight Gates, he probably won't have much chance to wear this suit of armor in this life.

"By the way, how are you doing with your Chikamatsu Ten People?"

At the dinner table, Kyle asked about the progress of George's puppet creation.

George spread his hands helplessly, "Seven hundred gold galleons were not enough money, so I only made five puppets."

Feeling his brother's gaze, Fred, who was cooking, moved his hands.

"Don't try to get my share of the money. It will also cost a lot of money for me to improve the detonating clay, okay?"

The conversation between the two completely avoided Ron, and he couldn't let Ron know about this.

Otherwise, Mrs. Weasley would know that they once owned more than a thousand gold galleons by tonight at the latest.

"How is your detonating clay improving?"

"It's not bad. The consumption of magic power has been reduced. Now a very small amount of magic power can be used to cause a big explosion."

Fred made a gesture with his fist.

"A piece of clay as big as a fist, when filled with magic power, can explode the armor protection charm of an ordinary wizard."

"That's pretty good," Cedric joined in. "It's almost as powerful as the Powerful Explosive Curse."

Fred smiled proudly.

"Not only that, I can now use the transformation technique to disguise the detonating clay into anything and hide it anywhere."

"Unless it was the moment it was detonated by me, no one would be able to notice its existence."

In this way, if people can be lured to Fred's prearranged home court during the battle, even Voldemort may be blown to death if he is not careful for a moment.

Kyle took a bite of the chicken leg in his hand and said, "Have you ever thought about adding various elemental attributes to the explosive clay, just like the freeze grenades you made."

Fred sighed helplessly, "Not only did I think about it, I also tried it, but I found that I couldn't do it at all."

"The method I used was to add magic materials with various properties into the clay, but when they were detonated, they would not be able to impart any elemental effects to the explosion and would only be destroyed by the explosion."

"Even if I put a catalyst in it that can assist the reaction of the materials, it will still have no effect."

Kyle thought for a while, and maybe this problem could be solved if magic materials with various attributes were used instead of magic materials.

"Maybe it's because you haven't learned how to transform the nature of magic." He handed a stack of parchment to Fred.

Fred took it with some confusion, "Transformation of the nature of magic power? What is that?"

George also poked his head curiously and looked at the contents on the parchment.

Just one glance and their minds were firmly attracted.

"Awesome! Kyle! This will definitely help me solve my current problem!" Fred shouted excitedly.

"Okay, stop reading," Kyle interrupted the two of them. "We will study it when we go back. Let's eat first."

Then he turned his head and looked at Hermione sitting next to him, "What is our first class in the afternoon?"

Hermione took out her timetable from her bag and glanced at it, "Defence Against the Dark Arts."

"Huh? Are you a big fan of Gilderoy Lockhart?"

Kyle glanced at Hermione's timetable, and Lockhart's Defense Against the Dark Arts class was circled in a heart shape by the little beaver.

Little Beaver punched Kyle with his small fist in embarrassment, as if he was a dead socialite whose identity was exposed in the third dimension.

"Professor Lockhart has such a rich adventure experience! He must be very powerful. Why do I admire him?"

Watching the little beaver's eyes sparkle when talking about Lockhart, Kyle suddenly felt very unhappy.

This kind of discomfort is like seeing your silly sister mindlessly chasing stars, and she is chasing some popular stars who are not good at singing and acting, but still want to pretend to be powerful.

Even though Lockhart's reputation was so well-known, Kyle felt that he was probably just another idiot.

This can be seen from the textbooks Lockhart asked them to buy.

Who in the normal Defense Against the Dark Arts class would use fantasy novels as teaching materials?

Kyle had to admit that based on his rich experience of reading countless online articles in his previous life, these books were indeed good to read as novels.

But think of them as textbooks for Defense Against the Dark Arts classes...

This is similar to asking a half-baked writer from the Sci-Fi Channel to become a science and engineering professor at a university.

So Kyle said unceremoniously, "No matter how strong he is, he can't be stronger than Dumbledore."

He silently added in his heart, and Grindelwald.

The little beaver choked up immediately. Kyle was right, and she couldn't refute it.

Seeing Hermione deflated, Hannah felt a little happy inside.

"It's impossible for Professor Dumbledore to be our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." The little beaver pouted dissatisfied.

"But we can go to the principal's office and ask Professor Dumbledore for advice." Hannah replied with a smile.

Ever since they were tricked by an unscrupulous devil into breaking into the principal's office at night in the last school year, Dumbledore allowed the three top students to stay in the principal's office until twelve o'clock every night.

All three of them knew the password to the principal's office. If they wanted to ask Dumbledore about magic, they could do so at any time.

However, Hannah and Hermione were a little embarrassed about disturbing the principal so often, so they rarely went.

Kyle didn't feel embarrassed at all, since his father didn't teach the students every day anyway.

When I stayed in the principal's office, I was either pacing back and forth boredly or eating sweets.

Such a good workforce cannot just sit idle.