Magical Studies at Hogwarts

At a certain moment, little Barty clearly felt that the master's student in front of him really wanted to kill him.

Compared with the holidays, Ike's strength seems to have improved a lot.

No, that's not right!

He didn't show his full potential during the holidays!

The Soul Seizing Curse cast with all his strength was obviously effective at the beginning, but in just a split second, Ike broke free.

Immediately afterwards, there was the magic that could not be distinguished as an explosion curse or a crushing curse.

Floating helplessly in the air, little Barty felt that at least half of the bones in his body were broken.

"Do you want to die, little Barty?"

Ike's tone was still cold, and fear spread quietly.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Little Barty coughed suddenly, and bright red blood splashed from his mouth. Ike frowned slightly, and the blood that splashed towards him floated in the air.

At this moment, everyone in the classroom who had been shocked by what Ike did finally came to their senses. Except for a very few people, the rest all retreated away from Ike.

"Ike..." Stuart, Terry, Michael and Anthony did not move, and Hermione slowly moved towards Ike.

"Don't get excited, Ike, put Professor Moody down first..." Hermione advised carefully, but Ike didn't even look back.

She could clearly see their mouths moving, but couldn't hear what they were saying.

Slowly, Hermione got closer and closer, reaching out and touching the golden threads still surrounding Ike.

She didn't know what these threads were. They were things that were not in the books. She only heard Ike mention them once that they were his "last defense."

What is certain is that this thing is dangerous.

"ah!"

He tentatively reached out his hand, and as soon as he touched the gold wire, his fingers felt like they were electrocuted.

"Hermione!"

Harry, Stuart and others all gathered around, but visible to the naked eye, the golden threads suddenly expanded outward in a large circle.

"Go to the professors!"

Hermione shouted, opening her arms to stop the people rushing over. At this moment, Ike in the golden thread moved!

"Bang!"

As Ike waved his wand, Moody was thrown away violently, but as if there was a barrier, he suddenly stopped in the air before he could fly very far, and there were faint ripples on his back.

"Stop being stunned and go find the professors! Find them all!" Looking at the group of guys huddled behind the professor, Hermione became angry.

Fortunately, this time someone finally moved and they all ran out.

Screaming all the way, very loud, very noisy...

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Like a sandbag, Moody's limp body fell back and forth in the air, and the bright red blood was still stuck in the air, and there was more and more of it.

"Do you know what this is, Hermione?" Terry asked in a deep voice, looking at Ike who was torturing Moody with a solemn face.

"Ike just said that this was his 'last protection', and it seemed to be related to ancient magic." Hermione was very anxious and tried to reach out her hand again.

The result remains the same.

"It seems that he locked himself and Moody together, so he couldn't hear our voices." Stewart said seriously, "And look at his eyes, is that...blood?"

Several people gathered around, but there was nothing they could do. Hermione looked anxiously at the door, expecting the professor to come in in a second. But Moody had already been thrown into a bloody gourd by Ike, and no one came.

Turning around and pushing Harry and Ron, who had been watching from behind, Hermione directly ordered: "Ron, go find Professor McGonagall! Harry, go find Dumbledore!"

"I'll go find Professor Flitwick." Terry said immediately, and Michael also said that he would go find Snape.

"Those guys are not reliable at all. I don't know where they went."

The four of them ran out of the classroom quickly, and Anthony followed suit. They stood guard in the corridor, ready to shout if the professor arrived.

Hermione and Stuart stood by carefully, watching as more and more blood drops floated in the air.

"Hurry up, Professor!"

Ron's voice suddenly came to his ears, and Anthony called out, "This is Professor McGonagall."

Turning around, he saw Professor McGonagall running in with a solemn face, and behind him was a panting Ron.

"I...I...met...someone...on the way..." Ron said to Hermione intermittently, almost out of breath.

"Professor McGonagall..." Hermione lowered her head like a frightened quail. Professor McGonagall just patted her on the shoulder, then pulled out her wand, and a red light flew straight over.

"boom!"

As if something exploded, the golden thread suddenly expanded outwards again. Professor McGonagall's expression remained unchanged, and she raised her wand across her chest, and a silver-white shield emerged, covering herself and Hermione and others next to her.

Protect it firmly.

After slowly stepping back, Professor McGonagall put down her wand.

"Is anyone going to notify Dumbledore?"

"Harry's gone." Hermione replied, and asked worriedly, "Professor McGonagall, Ike..."

"Miss Granger, you have to know that what happened to Strider is very serious this time."

"Assaulting a professor is wrong."

"But Professor, Ike is because Professor Moody used the Imperius Curse on him..." Before she could finish speaking, Professor McGonagall interrupted Hermione.

"As far as I know, everyone has been subject to the Seizing Curse by Moody. This has been a long time."

"But that's different!" Hermione said excitedly, "The Imperius Curse... must be different! Otherwise, this magic cannot be triggered!"

"Miss Granger, do you know about this magic?" Professor McGonagall said seriously, "I don't want you to hide anything about this. You know the seriousness of the matter."

"Sorry, Professor, I... I just know that this is Ike's 'last protection', that's what he told me." Hermione lowered her head, and she heard the meaning of Professor McGonagall's words.

"Aike, will he be expelled?"

"I can't guarantee that, Miss Granger." Professor McGonagall shook her head slightly, and looked solemnly at Ike and the bloody Moody.

He raised his wand and shouted: "Here comes the Sorting Hat!"

Just when Hermione was still wondering why Professor McGonagall called the Sorting Hat, a red light suddenly flashed in the classroom, and Dumbledore and Harry appeared.

"Dumbledore, what kind of magic is this?" Professor McGonagall asked directly.

Dumbledore raised his hand slightly, then stretched it to the side, just in time to catch the Sorting Hat that had traveled a long way.

"Just right."

Dumbledore handed the sorting hat to Professor McGonagall and pulled out a wand that looked like a finger bone.

"I'm sorry, I have never seen such magic." Dumbledore said as his wand drew a trajectory in the air, leaving a red thread.

"But I can see the composition of this magic..."

"I have to say that Mr. Strider's research on ancient magic and ancient runes has reached an extremely deep level. Under other circumstances, this magic would have been enough for him to win a Medal of Merlin!"

There were more and more red threads in the air, and Dumbledore continued: "Guard, stable, automatically triggered when receiving fatal damage, to protect yourself..."

"Hmm...there are also restraints and confinements?"

"Restrain the enemy, imprison... no, blockade, seal an independent space for the final...resistance?"

Dumbledore stopped, raised his hand to scatter the red line that had wrapped the gold thread, and started drawing again.

"I almost saw it wrong. What an amazing talent!"

"Albus!"

"Ah, sorry, I was just amazed." Dumbledore said, "All in all, this is a variant of ancient magic, and Mr. Strider has made some changes to it."

"After I wrap these golden threads, you can split them."

"It must be quick, otherwise we may lose Mr. Strider and Moody forever."

"Okay, Albus." Professor McGonagall agreed, put away her wand, reached out and pulled out a sharp sword from the Sorting Hat.

"This is... the Sword of Gryffindor!" Hermione exclaimed.

"That's right, Miss Granger." Dumbledore explained while controlling the red thread to slowly wrap around the gold thread, "This is indeed the Gryffindor Sword that only a true Gryffindor can use..."

"Now, Minerva!"

Suddenly, the finger-bone wand in Dumbledore's hand suddenly swung forward, and the red threads were directly entangled with the golden threads. Professor McGonagall did not show any mercy and slashed down with the sword in both hands.

"Click, click"

There was a sound like glass breaking, and some cracks were revealed in the air. As Dumbledore waved his wand again, all the threads disappeared.

"Stop!"

With a finger of his wand, Dumbledore immediately caught Moody who flew out violently. Before he could carefully check his injuries, a huge red light flew towards him.

"Click!"

A silver-white shield appeared, and the red light fell on it and made a crisp sound.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Help me take Moody to the school hospital. He doesn't seem to have many good bones left. It looks like he will be here for a long time." Dumbledore turned to look at Hermione and others next to him and blinked.

, and made a joke, seemingly not paying attention to the spells that were raining down on him. He turned back after Stuart, Harry, and Ron used magic to carry Professor Moody out.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Like taking a walk, he walked step by step towards Ike, who was still releasing magic. The silver shield was like an indestructible fortress. Even if it was beaten with silver light flying everywhere, it still firmly blocked Dumbledore.

"It's time to stop, kid."

The tip of the staff gently touched Ike's forehead, and wisps of white soft light like mist slowly dimmed. Under the influence of the white light, the blood in Ike's eyes gradually faded.

Emotions emerged from it again...

"It looks like you're awake, Mr. Strider." Dumbledore said with a smile, taking back his wand.

"Professor...Hermione..." Ike came to his senses for a moment, but then he was overwhelmed by the surge of exhaustion and weakness, and fell straight down.

"Ike!" Hermione shouted and ran over, snatched the fainted Ike from Dumbledore's hand, shook him, but there was no reaction at all.

"Okay, Miss Granger, Mr. Strider just consumed too much magic power and fainted. The magic power required for that magic is very huge. Even with his current magic power, it is not an easy task, not to mention that he has to ask

I've lost so many spells." Dumbledore looked like he was watching the fun and said with a smile, "I think I, an old man, really need someone to comfort me."

"And..." Dumbledore pointed to the soft silver light that quietly enveloped Ike, "This ancient magic that he changed also protected him."

"Take him to the school hospital."

After watching Hermione and others leave, and driving away the students who came to watch after hearing the news, Dumbledore used a repair spell to repair the wall that had just been blown down.

"Apparently, I'm late." Snape didn't know when he arrived. He was standing at the door, looking at Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall in the classroom.

"It's indeed a little late. The matter has been resolved." Dumbledore said.

"Oh, what a pity." Snape sighed, as if he was really sorry.

"Okay, Severus, we still have some things to discuss." After changing everything back to the original, Dumbledore threw out another white light, "Go to my office, Filius and Pomona.

I have already informed you, and they may be waiting for us now..."

Returning to the principal's office, Dumbledore poured a cup of black tea for each of the four deans and put the sorting hat back on the shelf. Then he sat back in his seat and explained what had happened just now to Flivey and Sis who were not present.

Professor Plaut said it again

"It's very troublesome. I have to say that the nature of this matter is very bad and very difficult." Dumbledore rubbed his forehead, looking quite embarrassed, "How should we deal with Mr. Strider?"

"Attack the professor and destroy a classroom. Expelling him is the only option." Snape's cold voice sounded, and he seemed to be impatient. "Perhaps we can also deprive him of the right to use the wand."

"No, according to Dumbledore, it was obvious that Moody did something very dangerous to Ike, which led to everything that happened." Professor Flitwick immediately retorted, "You can't blame Ike entirely. Expelled

It’s too serious!”

"Moody is lying in the school hospital now, Filius." Snape said, "Poor Moody, I hope he is safe, otherwise Strider will have to go to Azkaban to live his whole life.

"

"Okay, Severus." Dumbledore stopped Snape who wanted to continue speaking, and looked at Professor McGonagall who had been silent since saving Moody, "Minerva, what do you think?

Woolen cloth?"

"Mr. Strider did seriously violate the school rules." Professor McGonagall frowned and said, "But what Filius said is also true. This matter cannot be entirely blamed on Strider."

"I believe that... the confinement deprives Mr. Strider of his right to travel to Hogsmeade."

"Term...one semester."