Hogwarts: Starting with the creation of the One Ring

After hearing Altaïr's words, the entire auditorium fell silent, and everyone's reactions were different.

Hermione and Pansy, as well as the little witches of the Shelby Society, were naturally convinced.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape were a little worried, and Professor Olivia of Beauxbatons looked at Altaïr in surprise, a little wondering why he would say such a thing.

Kassandra looked surprised, feeling more and more that Altaïr had an appetite for her, of course, she also felt that Altaïr was talking cruelly.

After all, the other party is the duel champion of the fifth grade of Ifamoni, and it is impossible to do it in ten seconds.

Amber stared at Altaïr, with no expression on her face, but it was obvious that her heart could not be as calm as she appeared.

"Hahahaha!"

After a moment of silence, Morobo covered his stomach and laughed.

"You are just a lucky one, it seems that the boasting of others has made you unable to recognize yourself from "six seven zero". "

Morobo walked over, and the little wizards gave way.

"I'd love to see how you knock me down in ten seconds."

Morobo walked to the opposite side of Altaïr, about five meters away from him, and stopped.

He drew his wand and placed it upright on his chest.

Altaïr also put his wand on his chest in accordance with the etiquette of a duel, his expression looked relaxed, and he didn't take Morobo seriously at all.

"Well... Then I will be the referee, but I will declare that it is not allowed to use powerful spells, and it is not allowed to hurt the life of the other party! "

Professor Snape shouted, he glanced at Professor McGonagall, saw the other party nodded slightly, and let go.

Professor McGonagall quietly held her wand, and if Altaïr was really injured, she would save Altaïr in the first place.

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

As Professor Snape's words fell, Morobo immediately cast an ironclad spell for himself.

He is very skilled in his movements and seems to be very good at this spell.

The Iron Armor Spell is enough to withstand most of the spells, and the two are not allowed to use the powerful Black Spell in a duel, and after applying the Iron Armor Spell to himself, Morobo believes that he is invincible.

There were also a few sighs around, apparently everyone thought so.

At least under the protection of the Iron Armor Spell, Altaïr could not have taken down Morobo in ten seconds.

"The Iron Armor Spell is very skillful."

Altaïr was also a little surprised, worthy of being the duel champion of the fifth grade of Ifamouni, no wonder he was so arrogant, this iron armor spell surpassed many Aurors.

Just, that's it?

At the moment when the Morrobo Iron Armor Spell took shape, Altaïr's wand stretched out and aimed at Morobo.

He didn't wave his wand, he simply said a spell that wasn't a spell.

"Dementor Kiss!"

Standing in the Slytherin crowd of Malfoy and Goyle, the three of Crabbe shook violently, thinking of the night when school started.

In the terrified eyes of the little wizards, a huge dementor flew out of Altaïr's wand.

The entire auditorium was enveloped by a biting chill, and the tableware on the four tables remembered the sound of ice crystals freezing.

The Dementor fluttered lightly in the sky, like a ghost, and came to Morobo in the blink of an eye.

Morobo was already frightened and stupid at this time.

Altaïr didn't know if there were any Dementors in North America, but apparently Morobo knew about it, and it was even more obvious that he didn't know the Patronus Charm.

"Wan..."

He raised his hand stiffly, wanting to cast the Ten Thousand Spell to resist.

It's a pity that he just spit out a scale in his mouth, and the Dementor has already come to him.

Under the cloak, a pitch-black hole appeared in the mouth of the dementor, Morobo didn't know how to describe the dementor's mouthparts, he just glanced at it...

And then...

All the little wizards opened their eyes wide and couldn't help but retreat.

They saw the Dementor come to Morobo, and the misty broken strips of cloth tightly wrapped Morobo, and then the faces of the two were almost glued together...

A translucent Morobo was torn out of his body, constantly twisting, turning into stars, like dust in the sun...

Professor McGonagall's faces changed drastically, and before they could do anything, an even more terrifying scene appeared... (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

A shiny white ball was sucked out of Morobo's mouth by the Dementors.

"Not good!!"

Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape's faces changed drastically, and Professor Olivia exclaimed in surprise.

Altaïr also felt a little familiar when he saw this scene, and after thinking about it, he suddenly realized.

Isn't this scene similar to when Sirius Black was attacked by the Dementors?

However, Sirius Black was attacked by many Dementors and almost sucked his soul away, and it was Harry who saved him...

I didn't expect that a Dementor kiss would suck Morobo's soul out.....

One is because Morobo's strength is much worse than Sirius Black, and second, I am afraid it is also because the Dementor Wand and Altaïr are incomparably compatible, and under the talent of the necromancer, they have exerted a super effect.

"Whew..."

Snape flicked his wand, but the sound of his spell stopped abruptly.

He looked at Harry Potter with a complicated expression, his face full of confusion.

"Call God Guard!"

Fortunately, Professor McGonagall on the side saw that something was wrong with Snape, and she waved her wand and cast the Patronus Beast.

A cat glowing soft white jumped out of Professor McGonagall's wand.

Where the white light shone, the pale faces of the little wizards became better.

The cat rushed towards the Dementor, and unexpectedly...

It passed through the body of the Dementor, who did not react in the slightest, and was still sucking Morobo's soul...

Morobo had fallen to the ground at this moment, and the Dementors floated upside down above him.

Reminds Altaïr of the famous Eiffel Tower turned over and tuned over...

"Altaïr! Stop your spell! "

Seeing that the Patronus Charm was not good, Professor McGonagall did not have time to be surprised, like Altaïr shouted.

Altaïr's wand paused, and the dementor who was feasting turned into a black mist and returned to Altaïr's wand.

And that white light, also guided by Professor Snape's wand, returned to Morobo's body.

"Good 5.2... If the soul is devoured..."

Professor McGonagall was a little afraid, and she looked at Altaïr, her expression a little angry.

"Altaïr, you are too reckless, how can you use such a vicious spell?"

Altaïr shrugged his shoulders and said with some grievances:

"I'm sorry, Professor McGonagall, but I didn't cast any spells..."

"Have you heard of a spell that can summon dementors before?"

Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, and finally said with some helplessness:

"That can't be used with this horror... Means, this kid... I'm afraid it will be in the future..."

Professor McGonagall didn't finish speaking.

Morobo's emotions are sucked up by the Dementors, and even if they can be cured, there will be mental problems and they may become psychotic at any time.

And the soul left the body, although it went back, but I am afraid that the magic and spiritual power will never grow again...

All in all, this guy will be completely scrapped in the future.