A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 93 Battle Erupts

William wanted to take Cho, Cedric, and the twins to broaden their horizons. Capturing Tywin would be a huge achievement, especially one of great significance in the magical world!

However, Tywin is an adult wizard who possesses three time-tamperes, and his first move is Avada Kedavra.

William has gone through a time loop and trained with Professor Flitwick for two years, so he's absolutely confident he can capture Tywin. As for Cedric and the others, it's hard to say.

William didn't want them to be in danger, so to be on the safe side, he had to go alone.

Stepping out of the public rest area, William glanced at the door knocker, which was a bronze eagle-shaped knocker.

He couldn't help but stop and stroke the door knocker, wondering if he would ever have another chance to enter the time loop.

Robert stared intently at William, as if William touching the ring was defiling his "wife".

Robert doesn't even have a girlfriend, but he has many wives, some are door knockers, some are paper dolls.

If Robert knew that William had been playing with his "wife" for two years, I wonder what his expression would be.

William didn't pay much attention to Robert either; the two years had tempered his character considerably.

He turned and left, no longer looking at the door knocker. Before he had even walked out of the corridor, he suddenly felt a cold object in his hand.

William looked down and was suddenly startled to see the ring he had worn for two years lying quietly in his palm.

He couldn't help but grin, but instead of putting the ring on, he put it in his pocket.

He can't just leave the time loop and then go back! Otherwise, either he or the ring will go crazy first.

William planned to go back and find a chain to string the rings together, wear them around his neck, and then find an opportunity to steal the rings and make them his own, just like Ravenclaw did in Egypt!

We're Ravenclaw students, after all. Can't we just abandon our traditional arts?

Just as William was about to walk out of the corridor, an unbelievable roar came from afar!

The door knocker disappeared right under Robert's nose, and he frantically searched for it on the ground.

But the real culprit had already sped up and headed straight for the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

It's only 7:10 now, so there's no way Tywin could have used a time-tamper.

William pulled out a book on defense against the dark magic, concealed his wand in his left sleeve, and with an innocent smile on his face, gently knocked on the door.

A moment later, the sound of the doorknob turning came, and Professor Tywin cautiously peeked out. Upon seeing William at the door, he smiled again.

"William, what brings you here so early in the morning?"

"Professor, there is a spell I don't know how to use, and I would like to ask you for help."

"Today is the Quidditch final..." Tywin said hesitantly.

"It'll be quick. There are only a few problems. If we can resolve them in ten minutes, we can still make it to the game."

"Hmm... what spell?"

"The Spell of Flying In".

"But I remember it was in fourth grade..."

“Yes, Professor, but you know,” William blinked, “I have a real talent for spells and I progress very quickly, but sometimes I can’t find my assignments and I really need a Summoning Charm…”

"Your classmates must have taken it; they need perfect answers too," Tywin laughed. "Come on, kid."

"Thank you." William smiled and went inside.

After William entered, he placed his book on the table and pretended to listen attentively.

Tywin relaxed and began to explain earnestly.

Five minutes later, Tywin exclaimed, "William, your talent is truly remarkable. I only explained it once, and you were able to execute it successfully."

The knowledge in books certainly won't satisfy you; have you ever thought about learning some special magic?

"Special magic?" William looked puzzled.

"Those are the really powerful spells," Tywin coaxed. "You know, the spells in textbooks are sometimes a bit lacking when dealing with dark wizards or dark magical creatures."

Tywin's intentions were clear: he was recruiting a gifted child and trying to teach him dark magic, thereby influencing his mind and body, just like Voldemort had done.

"Do you have any recommendations, Professor? I'm just a first-year student from a Muggle family, so I don't know much about certain things."

William tried his best to look happy and interested.

"Of course, I have some of my own notes here. Take them back and take a look." Tywin turned around and started searching on his bookshelf.

William gripped his wand tightly in his left hand beneath his wide robes.

William has repeatedly demonstrated that he is right-handed, but that doesn't mean he can't use his left hand to cast spells; he learned that from Professor Flitwick.

"Faint!" William suddenly raised his wand and unleashed a spell on Tywin without warning.

But even earlier, the spyglass on the bookshelf suddenly began to spin. In one corner of the shelf sat a golden detector, humming and vibrating…

boom!

He collapsed unconscious onto the bookshelf, the powerful spell causing the bookshelf to snap in half.

Thanks to the sight glasses and probes, Tywin ducked and narrowly escaped an attack.

But the heavy bookshelf crashed down on his back, and he screamed as he rolled to one side, enduring the excruciating pain as he pulled his ebony wand from his robes.

"Flames explode!"

William shifted half a step to the right, quickly dodging the spell. The flame smashed through the wooden door and shot into the corridor, followed by an explosion, and the corridor burst into flames.

The explosion drew countless stares; many students had already arrived at the Quidditch arena, all staring at Hogwarts Castle.

"Wow, is this a Hollywood blockbuster movie being filmed?" exclaimed a Muggle-born wizard.

Professor McGonagall leaped to her feet, snatched the microphone from Lee Jordan's hand, and sternly ordered, "Everyone stay where you are! I'll handle this!"

She jumped off the platform and rushed toward Wood, who was closest to her. She kicked the dazed boy off his flying broom and rode the broom toward the exploding castle. Her agile figure was even more Fred than George's.

She roared inwardly, "Hurry up! Why is this damn broom so slow? The academy should replace it with the latest Nimbus 2000s!"

Meanwhile, the battle within the Defense Against the Dark Arts office was still ongoing.

William flicked his wand, and the scattered books on the ground transformed into spears, which converged on Tywin.

Wizards have the same physical constitution as ordinary people.

Tywin, struck by the bookshelf, was injured in the back and unable to move. He could only shout, "Protect yourself!"

William waved his arm, causing his wizard robes to billow and swirl, drawing all the flames from the corridor towards him.

Flames condensed and took the shape of Fox, then rushed forward.

The phoenix leans like a bridge.

"Frost descends." Tywin gripped his wand and pointed it downwards at the ground. From him, a wave of frost spread outwards.

The phoenix turned into an ice sculpture, white frost covered the office, the temperature dropped suddenly, and even the water in the cup turned into a block of ice.

The frost continued to assault William's feet.

"Upside-down bell," William chanted.

He spun around, narrowly avoiding the frost, and landed upside down on the ceiling, his feet firmly planted on the ground.

"Wildfire!" The phoenix, now an ice sculpture, opened its mouth and spat out a stream of flames.

The office was initially freezing cold, then suddenly scorching hot; it was like being in a living hell. After this back and forth, steam rose and filled the air.

Tywin was horrified. William's strength was definitely not as simple as that of a junior wizard. His skillful combat techniques were something that many adult wizards did not possess!

Tywin felt the pain in his back intensify. He gritted his teeth against the agony and roared, "Tear me apart!"

The flames exploded, then coalesced into countless smaller fire eagles, which accelerated and charged straight at him.

Tywin gritted his teeth and tried to move, but he couldn't break through the cage formed by the spikes.

"Expel your weapon!" Tywin roared—but he wasn't the only one shouting that.

William raised his wand.

An explosion shattered the bookshelf once again, sending Tywin flying into the air as spikes pierced his back before he crashed into the wall, a trickle of blood seeping from beneath his hair.

He immediately fainted.

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(Please vote, everyone! Chapter 2 will be released this afternoon. I'm on the train, going home for vacation.)

(End of this chapter)