I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 33 Fools! Surrender to death!

"We'll get bonus points if we defeat him. Don't make a move!!!"

"This time—I will protect the glory of Gryffindor!"

Hearing this, Irving's face twitched in embarrassment. "Ward!" he thought. "Is that your line? Just read it!"

You're spouting rhymes all the time, are you preparing for graduate school?

Irving didn't finish his sentence.

Harry didn't care at all.

At that moment, an unprecedented peace filled his heart.

—That year, the Hogwarts Cup was between Slytherin and Gryffindor.

The final price was 400-399.

Gryffindor suffered a disappointing defeat.

I saw Percy sitting dejectedly on the bench, his eyes red.

That scene is unforgettable. At that moment, I thought, if I had another chance, I would definitely defeat all my opponents and win points for Gryffindor.

Now that the bonus points are right in front of me, I have to consider whether this might be the only opportunity I'll ever have.

I believe that Gryffindor once held a dominant position, which was carved out of Slytherin by countless generations of Gryffindors, step by step.

The Academy Cup is just around the corner.

To restore Gryffindor's glory! It is our inescapable duty!

"For Gryffindor!!!"

Harry seemed to be possessed by a god; in an instant, the spirits of Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, Sirius Black, the werewolf Rupin, and other Gryffindor ancestors possessed him!

It is not fighting alone.

It's not just one person!

Harry held the holly wand, its tip, which shared the same origin as the wand of the mysterious man, emitted a gray light.

"They're all petrified!!!"

His voice echoed throughout the restroom.

The gray spell, like a sharp sword, carried surging magical power, and surged towards the giant's head like a raging ocean wave.

"Harry!" Hermione stared at Harry in shock.

Then, just as the giant who had been slapped was about to react, he kicked him away.

"Bang!"

The stick missed again, and at this critical moment, Harry was saved by Hermione once more.

That wasn't enough. Although he dodged the physical attack, he was still pushed away by the accompanying shockwave.

What the Redeemer did next left Irving wide-eyed.

He did a backflip, then rolled on the spot to dissipate the force, and then got up smoothly. The whole set of movements was fluid and effortless, and he didn't suffer any injury.

???

"Hey! You didn't really come back from the French Ring World, did you?! That's some serious speed at learning to roll!"

"Dare you say you didn't train with the Tree Guardians? Harry the Faded Potter!"

Irving stared in surprise, then stuffed an egg into his mouth.

Chew it, chew it, and swallow it.

"Alright! Alright! Although your fighting was quite ugly, I enjoyed watching it, so I can give you a piece of information for free." He stretched and continued, "To deal with magical creatures like trolls, don't try to use spells unless you have some very powerful dark magic."

"Believe me, sometimes a sword is indeed more effective than a spell."

I heard a chaotic brawl going on.

The four of them, walking in disarray, understood each other perfectly.

Hermione immediately found a way to attack. She waved her wand and cast a wide-range levitation spell. The construction debris created by the trolls became her best weapon.

The rubble, mixed with wood chips, hurtled towards the giant's limbs and head like precision-guided weapons.

Upon seeing this scene, Irving couldn't help but have an idea.

If every little wizard had a US-made M1917 Smith & Wesson right now, they'd be ruthlessly slaughtering monsters.

No, no, how could I have such thoughts?

I'm a wizard, you know!

What's the use of a broken pistol?

We should at least get some kind of man-portable rocket launcher.

Is magic really too scarce? Compared to a near-ground anti-aircraft gun with a firing rate of a thousand spells per hour, a beast of this caliber could be turned into mincemeat in five seconds.

Hiss~~~ Wait a minute

Can Transfiguration conjure up Muggle guns?

Owen was startled by his own idea, then excitedly pulled out his wand, ready to give it a try.

With a flick of his wand, the barbecue grill in front of him began to change rapidly.

It seemed to transform into a black curtain, and magic began to paint on it.

Like a 3D print, his hands suddenly felt heavy, and two dark, long spears appeared out of thin air.

Judging from its appearance, it should be the legendary Type 95 self-propelled gun.

"Whoosh." Without the slightest hesitation, Owen aimed at the troll and pulled the trigger.

then

Nothing happened.

Got it!

As expected, it was useless. Seeing that not a single bullet had come out of his weapon, Owen didn't care.

He had expected this.

I just wanted to give it a try.

Ultimately, transformation can only mimic simple mechanical structures and cannot cause any chemical reactions in the transformed objects.

In other words, what appears to be gunpowder in a bullet is actually iron.

This aligns with the five principles of Gampo's transformation.

Magic cannot conjure food, or rather, it can only conjure other things that look like food, because they are essentially other things. After being eaten, they will not produce any nutrients, just like Guanyin clay.

"Irving!"

On the other side of the battlefield, a high-pitched cry of alarm rang out.

This brought Owen back to his senses from his speculation about Transfiguration.

In the distance, Hermione, covered in mud, her long cloak, shoes, and calves completely soaked, even her face damp with moisture, glanced back at him.

Hannah was with Hermione.

Her eyes, filled with tears, seemed to reflect Irving's image.

Although she did not speak.

But

"Alright!" Owen rubbed his neck, a lazy smile on his face.

They walked slowly towards us.

"Dumbledore may have lifted the restrictions on this troll," he said.

"But it's nothing special!"

"It's just a mindless beast, and how can you deal with a beast using such simple methods?"

The Phoenix Feather Wand emitted a soft cry, and Owen raised it with ease. An invisible chill instantly enveloped the hearts of everyone present.

It was like death sweeping across the silent night sky.

"We must use fire, my friends, the fire that can ignite the soul!"