hogwarts blast

The disturbance in the Forbidden Forest the night before obviously did not cause much ripples in Hogwarts.

Most of the students were unaware of this incident, and even if some noticed the vision of the Forbidden Forest bursting into flames last night, they would not take it to heart.

Ever since Fred developed the explosive clay, loud noises have been heard from the direction of the Forbidden Forest from time to time.

Students are used to it.

Another thing that worries the students is that the professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class has been replaced.

A notice was posted on the notice board outside the auditorium. Professor Quirrell has resigned due to physical discomfort. From today until the end of the semester, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class will be taught by Professor Snape.

In fact, Quirrell was not just unwell, he was "no longer alive".

Dumbledore's ultimate light arrow, Storm, directly evaporated Quirrell.

Snape, who has always wanted to teach Dark Magic Defense, finally got his wish, and he should be very happy.

But the little lions of Gryffindor were not so happy. They originally only had one Potions class per week, and they needed to see the old bat's stinky face.

But now there are two more Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons.

When Kyle came to the auditorium with the two little girls, he found a wailing sound at the Gryffindor table.

Hufflepuff's little badgers have no troubles in their hearts.

Snape was targeting Gryffindor, that was a matter for the little lions, and they, Hufflepuff, were totally right.

Because their headmaster, Professor Sprout, is the largest supplier of herbs in Hogwarts.

Most of the potion ingredients used in Snape's Potions class were produced in the large greenhouses outside the castle.

Otherwise, the few materials they bought in Diagon Alley before the start of school would not be able to support the consumption of two potions lessons.

In addition to basic materials, Snape also asked Professor Sprout for some more advanced herbs.

For the sake of the potion ingredients, although Snape would not look kindly on the Hufflepuffs, at least he would not look bad on anyone else among them except for a certain little devil.

…

A soundproof barrier was set up next to Hufflepuff's long table.

The surrounding students were no longer surprised by the fact that these father-worshippers gathered together to whisper.

"So, the person who fought with us last night was Professor Quirrell?" George was a little surprised.

With Quirrell gone, Dumbledore's savior training plan no longer needs to be kept secret.

Of course, the trio of saviors still have to be kept secret.

"To be precise, it's Voldemort." Kyle directly identified his identity, "He's attached to the back of Quirrell's head."

When he heard the name, Cedric had a trace of horror on his face, "How is that possible? Hasn't the mysterious man already..."

Fred shook his head, "It is impossible for such a powerful wizard to die so easily."

"My parents firmly believe that he will make a comeback one day." George also looked solemn.

"There is no doubt about the authenticity of this matter. Professor Dumbledore said it himself."

Penelope, who was born into a Muggle family, had no fear of Voldemort.

When she received the admission notice to Hogwarts and entered the wizarding world for the first time, Voldemort had been down for several years.

She was lucky enough to be separated from that terrifying era.

She had only read about Voldemort's deeds in History of Magic.

"If you put it this way, you and Voldemort had a 50-50 draw last night. Does this mean that each of you is equivalent to a quarter of Voldemort?"

Penello's words caused a brief silence in the soundproof barrier, and then a burst of excited cheers suddenly broke out in the barrier.

"Senior Penello! You are such a genius!" Fred grinned excitedly.

George respectfully served Penello a glass of pumpkin juice, "Senior! Please use it!"

After receiving the pumpkin juice from George, Penello leaned forward slightly, her beautiful eyes firmly locked on Kyle across the table.

"No matter how bad Quirrell is, he is still a professor. Are you already so powerful?"

Kyle shrugged, "You don't even know what my last name is."

He currently has two surnames, one is Dumbledore, and the other is unknown to the public, Grindelwald.

No matter which one of these two surnames, they can cause a sensation in the magic world.

"Okay, okay, I know you are very powerful, little Dumbledore." Penelope specially emphasized the word "little" in a stressed tone.

Kyle rolled his eyes, "Where am I small? Mine is big, do you want to take it out and show it to you?"

After being teased by Penello too many times, Kyle has now learned to fight back.

After all, Penello is not a female car goddess from Akina Mountain who masters inertial drift. Faced with Kyle's rude words, she was immediately defeated.

And Kyle was indeed right, his Feng Qiuhuang was indeed very big.

When it was built, its length was adapted to the adult Kyle.

For Kyle, whose current physical age is only twelve years old, it is indeed a bit big.

…

After breakfast, Kyle walked out of the castle, walked across the lawn outside, and walked toward the hut on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Thanks to the physical fitness and resilience brought by the giant's blood, when Hagrid woke up, although he still looked a little miserable, Madam Pomfrey announced that he could be discharged from the hospital.

If this kind of injury were applied to other people, Madam Pomfrey would definitely force them to stay and continue treatment.

Can be replaced by Hagrid...

Oh, hybrid giant, it's okay, just drink more hot water.

Arriving in front of the wooden door, Kyle raised his hand and knocked, and the sound of a dog licking his teeth immediately sounded in the house.

The door creaked open, but what emerged from the crack was not Hagrid's big furry face, but Harry.

"Hi, Kyle." The savior opened the door.

Kyle was not surprised to meet the trio of saviors here. After a brief greeting, Kyle sat down on a stool.

"Hagrid, didn't you study the Eight Door Armor Formation that I sent you during Christmas?"

Hearing Kyle's words, Hagrid looked a little ashamed.

"Eight Gate Armor Formation? What is that?" Hermione asked curiously.

"A forbidden technique that allows the body to gain powerful strength in a short period of time," Kyle spread his hands. "Once activated, it allows you to easily fight an adult fire dragon with bare hands."

When he heard the word "forbidden technique", the little beaver's eyes widened instantly.

"Forbidden techniques!? Those that can be called forbidden techniques generally consume a lot of energy from the user! Or they may cause great harm or even death to the user!"

She looked at Kyle sternly, "How could you let Hagrid learn such dangerous things!"

Kyle leaned against the wall behind the stool, with an indifferent expression on his face, "Power is never gained without a price."

Little Beaver opened his mouth to refute, but Kyle continued:

"As a hybrid giant, Hagrid's body is strong enough to minimize the damage caused to the body by the Eight Gate Dunjia."

"And this access control technique was developed by me. I am fully aware of its side effects, but at the same time, I am also aware of its help to Hagrid. It can be said to be completely tailor-made for Hagrid."

He tilted his head and looked at a certain innocent little beaver, "The Forbidden Forest is so dangerous. Is it possible that every time Hagrid encounters danger, he just happens to run into us nearby?"

After being scolded by Kyle for a while, Little Beaver didn't know how to speak.

Harry and Ron next to them didn't know what to say.

They have no idea about forbidden arts at all. They don't understand them but they think they are very powerful.

When he heard that the Eight Gate Dunjia was tailor-made for him, Hagrid's eyes turned red, and tears of regret rolled in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Kyle, I shouldn't have been lazy. If I hadn't been lazy, you and George wouldn't have been hurt."

Watching Hagrid start to moan, Kyle had a headache. For no other reason than it was too irritating to the eyes.

"Stop crying, what does it look like for a four-meter-tall man to cry? When you recover from your injury, start learning the Eight Gate Dunjia."