Hogwarts Wizarding Journey

Bell didn't turn his head or make any movement. A slight fluctuation of magic power appeared, and the elf was blown away like a shell, embedded in the wall, and stirred up a puff of smoke.

The poor little guy paid a heavy price for the wrong choice he made. I hope he can survive, Amen.

Hermione's mouth opened in surprise.

"What did you do, Belle?"

"Are you sure you want to hear my explanation now?"

Bell pointed to the chaotic classroom.

"right!"

Hermione finally remembered her original intention.

"Come with me and catch them all!"

"That would be too wasteful. This is Professor Lockhart's hard work. How could it end so hastily? Isn't that too boring?"

Bell rolled his eyes and thought of a good idea.

"Hermione, let me give you an additional practical lesson. Now, the first step is to shield yourself. Remember, no matter when, you will never shield yourself in an emergency.

Incorrect."

"But, Bell, what does 'put on a shield' mean?"

"..."

"..."

The two of them stared at each other for a long time before Bell realized that his old habit had happened again.

Bell coughed twice in embarrassment.

"Ahem... 'Put on a shield' means to put an iron armor spell on yourself."

"But, I don't know the Iron Armor Curse."

Hermione said with some trouble.

"..."

So the education of wizards is really worrying!

Bell reluctantly took out his wand and clicked on the desk in front of him. The desk quickly turned into a large wooden shield, enough to cover Hermione's entire body.

"Since you don't know the Iron Armor Charm, let's make do with this wooden shield first. You can first apply a floating spell to the wooden shield to reduce its weight, then hold the shield with your left hand and cast the magic spell with your right hand."

With his hands empty, Bell showed Hermione the essentials of the action.

Hermione obediently followed Bell's instructions. However, due to her limited spellcasting ability, even with the floating spell, Hermione still felt that the wooden shield was a bit heavy, and she could not move it freely after holding it in her hand.

"There's no need to move. These elves can't break through this wooden shield, so why waste their energy moving? It's enough to just stand in place and block and cast spells."

After hearing Hermione's question, Bell waved his hand indifferently and said.

I don’t know when it started, but wizards have become more and more fond of casting spells while running.

Although running can indeed increase the chance of dodge, the problem is that running can also reduce the chance of hitting. At least in Bell's view, that kind of waste of energy is not advisable. The most important thing is that he is not handsome enough!

'We are Masters!'

Hermione cast the petrification spell and the binding spell one after another, knocking the elves to the ground one after another.

The decrease in companions finally attracted the attention of the remaining elves. They screamed and rushed towards Hermione together.

"Bell, what should I do? There are too many of them! I can't handle them anymore! Come and help me!"

Seeing 10 Cornish elves rushing toward her, Hermione was a little scared. She immediately called Bell for help, hoping that Bell could help her and block some of the elves.

"Don't panic, Hermione."

However, Bell did not take action as Hermione imagined. Instead, he put away his wand and watched the excitement at leisure.

"Now, increase the magic power of the floating spell and further reduce the weight of the wooden shield... Yes, that's it. Pay attention to blocking and don't cast the spell attack easily. First of all, you must ensure your own safety, and you must be alive to have output.

"

"Am I going to die!?"

Σ(っ°Д°;)っ

"Well, of course not. It's just a metaphor. Don't be afraid. Cornish elves won't kill you."

(lll￢ω￢)

I don't know if Hermione believed Bell's words, but in short, the little witch's energy became more concentrated, and the magic power fluctuations in her body also increased.

The little wizards who had been chased by the elves and cried for their fathers and mothers gradually calmed down. They formed a circle with Hermione's position as the center and watched from a distance.

Bell glanced at the group of young wizards speechlessly.

‘So you’re just watching like this? No one wants to step forward and help me?’

An unscrupulous onlooker who was eating a piece of watermelon that he took out from nowhere thought shamelessly.

The difficulty of one-on-one and one-on-many battles cannot be compared at all. So even though Hermione, for the sake of her own life, exerted her fighting ability to a super level, the little witch still spent more than 10 minutes, during which she was also beaten by the elves.

It took many hits before this playful battle finally ended.

"Well done! Miss Granger. 20 points for Gryffindor!"

Lockhart, who had joined the crowd of onlookers at some point, walked out of the crowd while applauding.

"As you can see, the Cornish elf is a very evil and terrifying little monster. In order to observe everyone's performance, I hid deliberately and did not take action. However, the reality made me a little disappointed. Except for the case Except for Miss Langer who stood up bravely, everyone else's performance was unqualified. I hope you can reflect on your performance today after you go back. Now, get out of class is over!"

After saying that, Lockhart left the classroom without looking back. He didn't even bother with the Cornish elf lying on the floor. No matter how he looked at it, Bell felt that Lockhart's back had a look of desolation.

The feeling of escape.

After Lockhart left, the little wizards also rushed to escape from the classroom. I believe that what happened in today's class will appear in the nightmares of many little wizards tonight.

Soon, only Bell and Hermione were left in the classroom.

Looking at Hermione who was standing motionless, her whole little face hidden in the shadows, Bell cautiously moved over.

"Hermione? Are you okay? Do you want a piece of watermelon?"

Bell handed over the half-bitten watermelon in his hand.

"not good at all!"

Hermione turned around suddenly and growled at Bell.

"Also, why do you still have watermelon on you when you come to class?"

Just as Bell was preparing to endure the next storm of complaints from the little witch, Hermione suddenly knelt down and tears quickly overflowed from her eyes.

"Bell, it hurts so much."

Hermione sobbed in frustration.

When I focused all my attention on the battle, I didn't feel anything. Now when I stopped, I felt a burning pain from the place where I had been hit and scratched by the Cornish elves.

Hermione was in so much pain that she couldn't stand still.

"Sorry, Hermione. This is my fault."

Seeing Hermione crying, Bell finally panicked. While apologizing, he quickly took out a bottle of healing potion from his pocket and fed it to Hermione.

"Drink this bottle of healing potion. The pain will not be gone after drinking it."

With Bell's help, Hermione drank a bottle of potion in small sips. Soon, a cool feeling came from the painful area, and Hermione hummed in comfort.

The little witch stood up, moved her body, and after making sure there was no pain anywhere, she kicked Bell's calf hard. Then she left Bell, who was holding his calf and jumping around in place, crying out in pain, and headed back without looking back.

The location of the next class.

After Hermione's figure disappeared, Bell immediately put down his legs.

Just kidding, with Bell's magic-strengthened body and Hermione's little strength, Bell wouldn't feel any pain if his shoes were kicked to pieces. So it was just a show to let the little witch vent her anger.

Only by pretending to be pitiful can you avoid being reckoned with by the queen!

Bell walked out of the classroom without looking back and slowly closed the classroom door.

As the door closed little by little, the Cornish elves lying on the ground returned to their cages, and the damaged walls and messy tables and chairs quickly returned to their original state.

The moment the door was completely closed, the classroom was completely restored to its original appearance.

I hope Lockhart can remember the Cornish elves he left here. Belle has no interest in feeding these very evil and terrifying little monsters for him.