Chapter 300 The Reborn I Played Tomb Raider at Hogwarts

When Margaret put on the glasses, it was as if some kind of seal had been released, and her whole person's temperament became different.

Even the commentary said something like "Miss Sagan is like a different person".

She stepped forward, and the long skirt, which was slightly different in style from the first scene but still white, fluttered up the skirt, looking like a clean mushroom.

A foot in black soft-soled leather shoes was exposed under the raised skirt. Her calves and ankles were extremely slender, and her skin showed a rare sun-like transparency, with blue blood vessels looming, like a delicate glass sculpture.

The soft-soled sandals gently stepped on the tip of the knife. The scene of the dagger piercing the soles of the audience's imagination did not happen. Those extremely dangerous blades quickly decayed when they touched her, and they were usually weathered for thousands of years. They shattered with a crisp "click", as if she had stepped on a pile of potato chips.

"She cheated?" Nelson looked at the scene in shock, and muttered to himself, "Didn't she do this before?"

"What?" Newt asked curiously. "What did she drive?"

"It's nothing." Nelson shook his head, squinted his eyes, and looked at the "Picnic Girl" who was strolling in the garden without even taking out his wand. He pulled out the dagger brought by the question mark from his arms, held the tip of the knife, and held it Handing the hilt to Newt, he explained, "Those daggers are similar to it, maybe not as good as it, but definitely not something a simple destructive spell can destroy."

"Hey, you actually carry such a murder weapon with you!"

Newt took the dagger carefully, and under Tina's disgusted gaze, he held it in his hand excitedly like a child and slashed the air in front of him.

After playing for a while, he drew out his wand and tried various spells against the back of the knife.

The red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple spells flashed, and Newt was sweating, but the dagger in his hand was still intact.

"Ahem, Nelson, you have to know that although I haven't received much school education, my level of magic spells is not so bad."

Newt scratched his head, fiddled with the dagger in his hand, and handed it back to Nelson, puzzled.

"Senior Newt, the magic power on this dagger is closely related to Hogwarts. Unless you cast magic that can destroy the castle, it will be difficult for even a powerful wizard like you to injure it," Nelson took the dagger , stuffing it back into his arms, "Of course, it has to be in the castle, but according to my personal feelings, Margaret doesn't have this level at all."

Tina smiled softly at Newt with flushed cheeks, and said to Nelson, "Look at you, Newt never knows how to respond to compliments, and you will make him lose his way."

"I'm just telling the truth, Mrs. Scamander." Nelson blinked, and it was Tina's turn to blush. The two experienced wizards who were almost a hundred years old together looked like two puppy lovers. Dean caught the young man.

"So how did Sagan destroy the dagger?" Moody may be the only one who is still paying attention to this matter, he asked loudly, what a spoiled boy!

"The strongest fortresses are often breached from within," Nelson narrowed his eyes again, observing Margaret's tricks, "This is an extremely clever confusion spell that no one can learn, Margaret It should have affected the dagger's perception of 'time', because those fallen daggers are naturally weathered no matter how they look."

"How can a wizard manipulate time?"

"It's not manipulating time, it's cheating, when you firmly believe that one second of yourself is a hundred years from the inside out," Nelson swallowed, threatening Moody in a tone like telling a ghost story, "Then even if only a few seconds have passed outside, you will die of old age rapidly in your own feelings!"

"Gudong."

Moody swallowed heavily, this world is too dangerous for him!

"So! Alastor Moody, give me a shot," Nelson pulled out his wand, and pointed at the little Moody's nose, making the little Moody, who didn't dare to breathe, become cross-eyed. Nelson imitated the black wizard's The voice said hoarsely, "Days are like years!"

Moody closed his eyes cooperatively, for fear that he would be an old man when he opened them again.

Time passed quickly. A few hours later, Moody felt someone pat on the shoulder. He opened his eyes and saw Nelson, who was smiling and fiddling with his collar, and the students around him holding back their laughter.

"Okay, okay, Moody, you really died of old age just now, and all of us attended your funeral. It is now 1973. I didn't expect you to look like this in your next life, let alone our fate. Meet at Hogwarts."

Nelson helped Moody straighten his collar, looked at him who was still in a daze, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I didn't use magic, only a second has passed, let's continue watching the game."

"Good job!" Alphard exclaimed loudly, "I learned it!"

"What's the use of you learning!" Moody, who just realized that he was being teased, looked at the softest persimmon in the room, and choked, "If you do this, others will think you are joking, only Williams and Riddle Only such a wizard can use such magic!"

"Haha." Tina and Newt smiled bluntly, as if there were only two characters written in the script book.

"It's a good idea," Sigmund (Grindelwald), who has been silently watching this side, seriously joked to Dumbledore, "I'm going to develop a magic, cast a spell of confusion on the world, so that we can solve the crisis in a second , let’s call it ‘Machina’.”

"You are a judge, can you pay more attention to the arena..." Dumbledore shook his head, "And it's not realistic, since you can cast the confusion spell on the world, why don't you just solve the crisis directly?"

"makes sense……"

At the same time, Tom, another wizard who was praised by Moody, was standing in front of the throwing ax and was in trouble. He had maintained this contemplative posture for a long time, which really made everyone appreciate his handsome profile.

He rested his chin with one hand and put the other behind his back, like a sculpture, in stark contrast to Ludwig who was struggling behind him in the rain of knives.

Each flying ax in front of him is flying according to a specific frequency. If you can grasp the rhythm, you can even walk leisurely like crossing the road in the early morning.

Tom stood there meditating, but black shadows kept flying forward from his body, but they would soon be wiped out by hitting the throwing axe.

Even though each shadow traveled more distance than the last one, it still looked like they were queuing up to commit suicide.

Ludwig, who was struggling with the dagger, has become more and more relaxed. His heart is full of anger that Tom despises. Many people can only be extremely angry when they are extremely angry, but Ludwig is different. He In the case of extreme anger, the combat power beyond the past broke out, and the Iron Armor Curse was more and more able to influence the trajectory of the flying blades, causing more and more daggers to be bounced and inserted deeply into the wall. Yu Li interfered with Margaret, who was quickly getting closer.

Confusingly, all of his interfering spells were shot behind him, and none of the daggers that bounced were aimed at Tom's back.

"What a gentleman!" Sigmund shook his head and sighed. "The fly in the ointment is that he doesn't know much about sports."

"A gentleman who crazily attacks the girl behind him?" Constance said dissatisfiedly, "But compared to you, your student is still much more open and aboveboard."

"That's respect for Ma'am, my dear Constance," retorted Sigmund, "in a competition on the same stage, treat her as an equal opponent, and give her twelve points of respect, he is more respectful than you. Do you know what it means to be 'open and aboveboard', isn't this the behavior of a gentleman? Do you want your students to be treated preferentially? If you really think so, I will stop the game and propose to modify the rules."

"That's not what I meant." Constance snorted muffledly, folded her hands, and turned her head to the side, "Excessive words!"

"I'm justifiable." Sigmund immediately pursued the victory, pointed to Margaret, and said softly, "My dear Constance, it seems that you don't understand the tenacity of your student. Well, you see, Ludwig's attack means nothing to her at all."

Constance followed his fingers and looked at Margaret, who was almost submerged by the torrent of flying blades. Her eyes were closed, and the glasses were like decorations. Seeing that the student was about to be hit hard, Constance became nervous. He clenched his fists involuntarily.

In just a split second, Margaret was swallowed by the terrifying torrent of steel, and the dense daggers that made the viewers uncomfortable covered every fatal vital point on Margaret's body, but she did not slow down her pace at all, but maintained her pace. At the original speed, he walked forward facing the dagger.

In the next second, the slender girl disappeared, and the place she was in was completely swallowed by the crazy dagger. Even Ludwig, the instigator, widened his eyes. He didn't intend to kill anyone, but what was even more unexpected was that Margaery Especially defenseless.

In an instant, there was a shower of dense metal collisions in the dense group of daggers, and Margaret walked out of the group of daggers intact, like an incorporeal ghost, Ludwig's face He was still terrified of his murderous behavior.

Margaret left the deadly attack behind, and the frenzied daggers were divided into two distinct camps, half of which were still chaotically strangling everything around them, while the other half formed an orderly formation, quite Efficiently destroys the surrounding "enemies".

The daggers in the castle may be invincible, but when they face "our own people", the unbreakable golden body is broken, and there are dots on the daggers, and then more and more battle damage, those who were killed by Ludwig Ge threw it at random, only relying on the instinctive destructive command to act, and even the dagger that accidentally injured the friendly army was quickly defeated. Margaret commanded the remaining subordinates to attack Ludwig.

Ludwig finally understood why the third-ranked self was placed in the second place. In the front was Tom who easily pulled out the transformed self from the knife array, and in the back was Margaery who easily broke his own attack. Especially, he felt in a dilemma, and he deeply understood what is called "two breads with cheese".

"My students are not bad either." Constance said with a distressed expression, "Such good students sometimes even make me feel that my teaching is meaningless."

"Indeed," Sigmund nodded in agreement, "You really should feel that you are meaningless. If you teach one of Miss Sagan's magic, I will eat Albus."

"Can you bet you don't take me?"

Dumbledore is helplessly drawn into Constance's feud with Sigmund.

"As a teacher, you shouldn't have any idea of ​​preferential treatment," Sigmund even seized the time to educate Constance, "For wizards, a fair defeat is much more meaningful than a sneaky victory. Individuals have their own inherent flaws that are difficult to eliminate, but it also means that everyone who competes with you has his own flaws. A truly valuable person should overcome these flaws and become a strong person instead of feeling sorry for himself! Weak people who can only beg for mercy are worthless!"

Many people in the jury heard Sigmund's deafening speech, and they all looked at him, as if they knew this person for the first time.

"Sorry," Sigmund lowered his voice, "I'm a little excited, and it doesn't seem like something Sigmund would say."

Hearing this, Dumbledore raised his eyebrows.

Constance took a deep breath and said seriously: "Sigmund, you have some truth, but...you speak like a person I hate."

"Can you tell me who it is?"

"Gellert Grindelwald," Constance looked directly into Sigmund's eyes, and squeezed out the name from his throat, "I don't agree with you, but I can't refute it either."

There was a "ping-ping-pong-pong" fight around his back, and Tom still didn't turn around. He didn't have the confidence to face the sneak attacks of the two at the same time, but he had confidence in the way Ludwig looked at him last.

Tom clearly knows that Ludwig's heart has been occupied by rage and the obsession to prove himself. It is impossible for him not to catch up with him. On the contrary, he will do his best to defeat Margaret. To create a game without distractions.

After observing for a long time, Tom has gradually figured out the frequency of the throwing axes in front of him, and the black shadow he released has also gone farther and farther, but faced with several attacks on the way, he had to be scattered Then re-condense.

In fact, he has already found a not-so-beautiful customs clearance route, but this requires a combination of tossing and turning like an assassin, various forward rolls and backflips. The unbreathing figure on the sixth floor with his own coat folded.

"It's too unmagical."

Tom smiled, and raised his wand, pointing at the first throwing ax that shattered his phantom.