Chapter 999 The Perfect Repelling Curse!

Hogsmeade, Cask Cottage.

At the moment, this place is being guarded by a large number of Aurors layer by layer. Even Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror Office, is guarding the door of the hut with a wand in his hand.

Auror Montgomery stood on tiptoe in front of the dilapidated window sill, winking desperately, trying to look in through the cracks in the window glass.

The window was so dirty that the dust on it was sticking to a thick layer and covering the gap.

"Boss, they seem to have disappeared!"

Montgomery turned his head and said to Scrimgeour.

Several members of the hut came over just now and walked into the hut in front of them, but they seemed to disappear without any movement.

Scrimgeour twitched the corner of his mouth helplessly at him, "I think that as an Auror, the necessary stability and wisdom are very good qualities. Anton told us that the 'dimension' of ritual magic exists and this The real physical 'dimensions' of the houses are not in the same place."

"I understand!" Montgomery's expression became strange, "Anton told me that if you don't hit the door in the right way, you won't be able to get in."

At this moment, the wooden door of the wine barrel hut behind him creaked and opened slowly.

A girl with pure blond hair and a pair of gold-rimmed mirrorless glasses stepped out of it.

It was Hannah Abbott, the housekeeper of the cottage.

"The Muggles can be let in."

She followed Scrimgeour's gaze and looked into the distance, where there were more than thirty Muggles standing nervously aside, very much like they were waiting at the entrance of the examination room some time ago.

These Muggles were vaguely divided into three waves, and no one spoke to each other.

Seven of them were recruited by members of the hut, members of the 'Knights of the Hut', and they are all excellent programming masters in the Muggle world. They looked refined and well-mannered, and all of them were young.

Eight of them were brought by Fudge and Percy. They were old detectives who were well-known in the European detective circle but fell into a difficult life. The eyes of these people were like eagle eyes, looking at them chatting at the door of the wine barrel hut, as if they were looking at a light in a dark world.

The remaining dozen or so were veterans, mercenaries, bounty hunters, Muggle mechanical experts, etc. recruited by the Auror office.

Scrimgeour waved quickly, and followed Hannah to the gate first.

It’s amazing, it’s obvious that the wine barrel hut was originally used as a bar in front of the hall, and after stepping over the threshold, everything is different.

There are not only a few clouds in the vast sky, but in the distance there are a few seagulls gliding and flying at the blurred junction between the sky and the sea.

The waves crashed against the sandy beach, crashing.

Scrimgeour looked back, and saw that several stones were stacked to form a gate, and the door panel that opened inwards was still the same as the wine barrel hut with some damp mushrooms growing in the gaps.

The island they were on was not big, with rocky rocks on one side, and a small sand dune slightly protruding from the sea surface piled up with sea sand glistening in the sun.

The dunes are about the size of two football fields.

As other people entered behind him, various exclamations sounded.

"Merlin's beard!"

"God, I saw magic!"

"It's just unbelievable."

"..."

Hannah shrugged at Scrimgeour, "It's fine to move around freely, there are no special requirements for ritual magic."

She called Scrimgeour and Montgomery to wait at a small tea table under a big parasol in the distance.

Next to the parasol, George and Fred are waving their wands, directing two sand puppets to make a circular flat on the beach.

Anna lightly raised her wand and muttered something to the flat land. After a while, countless mist filled the air.

In the mist, there were faint figures walking around and buzzing sounds came out.

With a slight flick of the wand in her hand, the picture suddenly became clear.

The mist surged and turned into a circular high platform. On the high platform, there were young wizards standing around on their own round platform. It was the scene of the hundred-strong competition.

In the screen, Anton, one of the referees, is being questioned by the host Lockhart about the rules of the game.

After doing this, the three of them walked towards this side, each found a chair, and prepared to watch the game.

Auror Director Scrimgeour stared at Ron, one of the top ten contestants, for a while, then turned his head to look at the cabin members with some doubts, "Will casting spells here affect the ritual magic that will be waiting later?"

Anna just smiled shyly at him and shook her head.

She is not Anton, and she doesn't like to tell others what she is doing.

For example, the one in front of them seems to be a leisure time for them to wait for the completion of the ritual magic, but it is an extremely important step in the ritual magic.

Before George and Fred tidied up the flat ground, they buried the 'space transformer' invented by the hut collectively in the sand, together with the 'anchor point' and 'FM sync' that Anton taught them to use. The mist image spell can effectively connect the finals with this place.

In a certain spatial dimension, a state of 'although there is no overlap, but actually overlap' is reached.

"Wow~" George listened to Anton's description of the rules of the game in the fog screen, and exclaimed. He turned his head to look at Neville, who was talking to the Longbottoms in the distance, "The game is about to begin!"

Neville quickly walked over with his parents.

"Actually, you should watch the game live. Anton said that if you want to better understand the true operation of the principle of 'magic is the power of the mind', the pictures of magical animals in the finals are the best reference. thing!"

Mother Alice Longbottom marvels, "there's still such a layer"

Neville smiled and nodded, "Anton will always find various ways to spread his magic theories. I think at the end of this competition, the most important opportunity to truly win the championship is to release the magic that you can control, so that they You'll find that the magical creatures they create can become extremely controllable."

Father Frank Longbottom rubbed Neville's head, feeling very emotional, "Our little Neville knows so much!"

Neville scratched his head shyly, "Anton taught me, and the other friends in the hut also taught me a lot."

Harry, a child with a very high talent for fighting, obviously sensed this very keenly.

"Repel with all your strength!"

The repelling spell, Anton helped Harry find the most suitable natural talent for him.

This is unique to Harry, and it comes from the most powerful force bursting out from the depths of his heart-from resistance to resistance.

After his parents were killed, he grew up in his uncle's house and was treated harshly. Harry's inner resistance to the world has been extremely powerful.

In the end, not only did he have to face the tit-for-tat from Potions professor Snape, but also the hostility from other college students, because the prophecy was eyeing Voldemort who was planning to kill him...

Harry, feeling the malice in this world.

So he began to resist, began to fight.

This kind of spiritual power also began to let him enjoy the joy of going out at night in violation of school rules, and at the same time gave him the effect of repelling when casting the disarming spell.

Anton told him that that was the wrong way to do it. The Disarming Curse should have the effect of the Disarming Curse instead of knocking it back. This is a sign of loss of control over magic.

He began to teach Harry all kinds of magic, leading him to realize the feeling of mastering magic.

Then, when Anton started to teach individually in the later stage, he specially instructed Harry to practice the first spell that the little wizard in the first grade learned - the repelling spell.

Wizards are choosing magic, and magic is also choosing wizards. Harry's spiritual power doesn't fit well with this magic.

It's just that although Harry used it very slickly, he still couldn't find the feeling of controlling magic that Anton said.

But at this moment, the finals of the Top 100 Tournament, under such a special environment, the emotions and will deep in his heart were quickly magnified by the translucent wizard robe.

Suddenly, an extremely wonderful state appeared in his hands.

The effect of his knockback spell is completely different from Hermione's knockback spell!

A huge figure appeared in front of him, like a miniature giant, only 11.5 feet (3.5 meters) tall.

That was the image of Hagrid, Harry knew.

That was the tall figure that suddenly appeared in his long Muggle career when he was about to enter a very bad middle school, taught his annoying uncle's family a lesson, and led him into the mysterious and beautiful magical world.

Harry will never forget that stormy night on the island, when the gate collapsed and Hagrid's tall figure appeared.

That was the beginning of redemption for his life and gave him endless hope.

It's very interesting, after he cast the magic, the image transformed by the magic didn't rush towards the opponent, but just stood in front of him.

No, not standing in front of you!

Harry could feel that the giant in front of him was himself!

His mind seemed to have entered such a giant's body through powerful magic power, and he lifted a big stick made of a tree trunk vigorously.

He turned around slowly, raised the stick in his hand, and firmly guarded the 'self on the round platform'.

"Dizzy!"

Someone had cast the spell on him, and the effect was several ugly dwarfs holding hands and wearing big bows.

This classmate of Durmstrang just used this trick on Ron. Several dwarves pulled Ron hand in hand in a circle, almost causing Ron to fall off the round platform.

At this moment……

It should be the counter-curse of the 'Iron Armor Curse' or the 'Dizzy Curse'.

But Harry didn't know why, and didn't cast this in time, he just held his wand high, maintaining the casting effect of the Knockback Charm.

Anton told him that once he reached the level of mastering the spell, the spell would become ever-changing in his hands.

From resisting the maliciousness of this world to resisting the maliciousness of this world, the repelling spell should have the effect that the Iron Armor Curse can exert!

then……

He twisted his broad shoulders, tightened his arms thicker than his waist, and waved the big tree trunk in his hand vigorously.

Boom~

The few dwarfs were like Bludgers in Quidditch, being knocked by the tree trunk in the original direction.

Fly and fly.

The dwarves almost grabbed onto the Durmstrang student, and they spun quickly and fell off the round platform.

"Perfect!" Fred shouted excitedly while holding the butter beer high, "This is a rebound of the opponent's attack spell!"

"Yes!" George slammed the wine glass in his hand against Fred's, and exclaimed excitedly, "The perfect repelling spell!"