Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 636 Popeye Transfiguration

"It's true?" Hermione asked in surprise, watching Professor McGonagall lead them around the tent and into the woods.

She thought the tent was casting some kind of space-expansion spell.

And as he walked past the tent, four low, fierce beast roars suddenly came.

The roar did not come suddenly, but seemed to be cut off at the beginning.

This reminded Hermione of Ryan's words, "It's very soundproof."

But this 'isolation' was not what she understood as preventing the sound from being transmitted.

Instead, he blocked out the sound like a knife cutting tofu.

She took a tentative step back.

The roar of the beast that was sounding suddenly disappeared.

"There's something more interesting coming up." Ryan pulled Hermione forward.

Luna next to her seemed to sense something and said, "They are all very excited."

She just finished speaking.

Immediately, there were exclamations one after another.

It was a column of fire that shot high into the sky—a good fifty feet high.

This flame seemed to inspire some inexplicable atmosphere.

Three different beast roars were followed by three flames of different colors - bright red, green with green smoke, and ordinary bright yellow.

However, their flames did not reach very high, only about 10 feet.

"Do you know what that is?" Hermione narrowed her eyes and looked at Luna.

Luna just shook her head.

He gestured to Hermione to listen carefully, and added, "You should have known that."

And Ryan nodded, “You really should have known it earlier.

You have the ability to make fictitious inferences.

Maybe you didn't notice.

But your subconscious mind definitely took note.

Just follow your feeling.

It is a magical creature that is common, but rare for wizards from Muggle families."

"Dragon?" Hermione said thoughtfully.

Several images flashed through her mind, including a few arguments about which dragons the roar came from.

It's just that her attention was on Ryan and Luna just now.

Ignore these.

“What species are those dragons?
I can only guess one, the Hungarian striker.

It is the only one that can emit flames at such a long distance."

"I think you don't need to ask." Ryan pointed to a place not far away.

They had now reached the magical stands.

The stands are surrounded by fences.

There are two gaps in the fence.

One is at the back of the tent.

The other was at the front of the area enclosed by thick wooden planks.

And in that thick wooden board, there were four fire dragons.

“The Australian white eye, the Peruvian venomous dragon, the Hebridean black dragon.

Uh, why are they so docile?

What's written in the book is wrong again?" Hermione was surprised.

Although these fire dragons kept roaring.

But there was no wheezing sound through the nose that represented anger.

The thick leather belts connecting the dragon's legs and neck did not show any signs of being pulled.

Some of the wizards who were pulling the belts were even yawning.

But judging from their number - 30, these fire dragons were not so docile at the beginning.

But now, there seemed to be an invisible magic that soothed them, completely eliminating all their negative emotions except their fighting spirit.

Hermione doubted it would be if it wasn't for the competition.

That invisible force could probably even dissolve their fighting spirit.

"Remember that book - 'Things You Didn't Know About Ancient Greece'?" "So, it's all because of Hagrid?" Hermione now understood immediately.

Although she didn't actually need any.

Luna on the side couldn't help but puff up her face, "Hermione is lying.

She already knew it.

"

Ryan smiled and placed his hand on Luna’s little head, “Not exactly.

The surprise is real.

But I needed to be reminded that it was fake.

Hermione is simply suppressing her own powers of fiction."

Seeing Luna's puzzled look, Ryan rubbed her head and said, "Sometimes knowing everything is not a good thing.

That is why lies have a purpose.”

"Huh, you're still a little girl after all." Hermione said in a low voice with her face flushed after being exposed.

Luna's face puffed up even more.

On the other side, after the other warriors arrived at the tent.

Harry, Percy and Ginny were still in the room.

"Yes, that's right Harry.

You have to remember what each muscle does.

Point the wand at yourself.

Then imagine, imagine that they are all steel. Tell them what extraordinary power they have.

Forget the fact that you are a wizard, treat magic as something that does not exist, and transform it into physical strength, which is your wrist strength, foot strength, grip strength, throwing strength, or running strength.
At the cost of forgetting your magic power, push your body's functions to their limit."

Along with Percy's words.

dong dong!dong dong!dong dong!

There was a sound of a heavy heart beating.

White steam came out of every pore of Harry's body.

"Ginny, what's the time now?" Harry's voice was low, but the sound it made was like thunder.

"It's 1:50. The game will start in 10 minutes."

"Okay, my magic can last for another 30 minutes. Percy, Ginny and I will leave first," said Harry.

Then he lifted Ginny onto his shoulders with ease.

He turned into a shadow, jumped down the stairs, and landed heavily on the ground.

The last few remaining shufflers in the foyer were preparing to pass through the double oak doors to watch the second project.

However, the sound of a heavy object being pulled down from a great height was heard.

Then there was a strong gust of wind.

They were almost blown away by the wind.

Outside the tent, Professor McGonagall was walking in circles, looking anxiously in the direction of the castle, trying to see Harry.

She blinked, and the next second, Harry appeared in front of her carrying Ginny, whose hair was messy.

A strong wind blew and Professor McGonagall's hair was blown away.

And the hat on her head.

"Mr. Potter, what on earth are you--" Professor McGonagall pointed her wand at her hair, and they immediately moved on their own and tangled together again.

However, she ignored the hat and looked at Harry carefully. "If I am not mistaken, you are
That's great! If this were in my class, I would give you 100 points.

But how did you do this?
This is simply the effect that Popeye's Transfiguration cannot achieve.

But you clearly only used

Professor McGonagall's hand unconsciously rested on Harry's pectoral muscles, which bulged after he cast the spell.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Ginny at the side started coughing madly.

"Ginny?" In the tent, Mr. Weasley, who heard his daughter coughing, pulled aside the curtain and stuck his head out.

Professor McGonagall quickly withdrew her hand.

Mr. Weasley noticed his daughter's hair and messy clothes at a glance.

And the same Harry.

"You. You weren't caught by Minerva while being intimate, were you?

Ginny, you are still young. Although you are engaged, you..."

(End of this chapter)