His wand thumped, and black smoke billowed from the front of his wand about a yard or so. Professor McGonagall looked at the front and the black smoke directly formed a huge white rhinoceros-like hyena. This brown striped monster immediately aroused Professor McGonagall’s vigilance and delighted Hagrid.
"Mr. Lang!" Professor McGonagall’s voice is quite harsh. She came to note that Neville was training with Whitewater for fear that Neville would get hurt. It’s not easy for her to tell her friend, Neville’s grandmother, what she saw now. A monster with a ferocious face and a huge body! And the guy who summoned this monster said he wasn’t worried. He was here for confrontation training!
She thinks whitewater is irrelevant and she thinks it’s quite exaggerated-the little wizard is only in the third grade. Where did he learn this spell? Meg was sure that even she didn’t know that it was very rare for this spell to summon a monster.
Hagrid is much simpler. He is full of love for all fierce animals.
Neville almost peed his pants again. Although the hyena appeared, it looked ferocious, but it bowed its head and quietly touched the mane behind its head with whitewater, which proved the fact that this monster was controlled by whitewater. "Don’t worry, teach it to obey my orders absolutely," Whitewater said, and at the same time, a huge lion with horns and wings slowly came out of the forbidden forest.
"Dior is here, too." It’s Hagrid’s sound, and then he saw Meg’s expression. "I’m sorry, professor … it’s a little secret."
Chapter four hundred and sixty Firebolt
"You’d better be clear to me! Rube Hagrid! " Professor McGonagall said very seriously, "There is a beast in the forbidden forest … I’m sorry, it’s hard for me to recognize it."
"Professor McGonagall, please don’t blame Professor Haig. Indio is my pet." Whitewater walked up to Dior, who is also huge, and grabbed it. "And Professor, after all, Dior is just a big cat, right? Dior "Hulu Dior also spoke" Yes, Professor, I’m just a cat "
"Meilinhu!" This is a different speech. Hagrid and Professor McGonagall exclaimed at the same time. "This is a talking monster." Professor McGonagall adjusted his glasses-the reflective glasses seemed to glow by himself. "Mr. Lane, I hope you can come to my office and make it clear immediately after the meeting!"
"All right, Professor," Whitewater said, and at the same time, he signaled to Neville that he was ready to fight against the same eyeball. "Don’t worry about Neville, you won’t be bitten to death." Whitewater patted the hyena, and the beast suddenly gave a low growl and flashed at Neville. Remember to strengthen your magic! " Not surprisingly, Neville was hit by a plane, and Professor Whitewater’s skills made Neville roll off. The momentum was not damaged except that his clothes were a little dirty.
Even Professor McGonagall could see that this hyena obviously controlled her own impact. She was relieved-it seems that she, a student, can really control these two beasts. Neville really didn’t inspire magic. See clearly that "pulling out seedlings to help others"? Forget it, let him get used to fighting monsters. It’s not the same for people and monsters. "The second time, I slammed the whitewater and let Neville practice dodging and roll from the side, and then quickly stood up and resumed the fighting situation.
After several blows, Neville looked exhausted. Whitewater read Mommy Mommy Red and took back the hyena. "All right, Neville went back to take a bath and then we went to class." Then he patted Dior for staying in the forbidden forest. Then he followed Professor McGonagall to her office. "I think you have something to say." Professor McGonagall looked at Whitewater and said, "Your magic-summoning the hyena magic. If Gryffindor is black,
Whitewater is also quite simple. He just said that he picked up an egg and hatched it, so Dior was smuggled? That’s impossible! Report to the Ministry of Magic? Hahaha, it is even more impossible that he will directly make Dior disappear. The land of England will never let it be caught by the Ministry of Magic, but the magic is wasted. When I went out for a trip, I found a sculpture and melted it. Learn this magic to cover it up.
"It’s very troublesome, professor. You have to turn the sculpture into a hyena to defeat it before you can get this summoning spell." Whitewater said that Meg had been staring at Whitewater since he said it, and only then sighed. "Well, Mr. Lane, I have no evidence that you are lying, but I hope you … I hope you won’t be overly attracted by this magic-hyenas are not … Forget it. You let Hagrid take care of Dior for you?" She mumbled something vague. "Well, Mr. Lane, you can have breakfast and then class." She sighed.
It seems that Professor McGonagall is not going to pursue Whitewater. He is right-Professor McGonagall is also a cat, and she should also like a "big cat" like Dior.
Christmas is coming, and Whitewater will go to Hogsmeade for the second time-Harry still can’t go this time, and he still looks a little depressed, but Whitewater remembers that it seems that he got the marauder’s map from the Weasley brothers at this time-the bear boy Harry always has a way to go to Hogsmeade in violation of the school rules, and Whitewater thinks it is necessary for him to order the magic hammer of the forging platform and of course buy a whole barrel of sweet magic butter-preserving beer.
Whitewater returned to Hogwarts before, and when he was leafing through the fireplace in the common room, Harry and them passed by and said hello. Whitewater looked up and watched Harry disappear from the back of the stairs. "Strange, I think he is full of hatred." But then Whitewater once again focused on "Nothing will happen this year anyway." Voldemort was as worried as Whitewater, and he didn’t pay much attention-he might become the Dark Lord, but Whitewater was definitely a magical thug.
It is concluded that Whitewater heard about Hagrid before the Christmas holiday-he has nothing to do, but he had to go to the Ministry of Magic to answer questions about the monster Buckbeak attack on April 20, and the preliminary ruling was to execute the attacker, the monster Hagrid, who had a chance to defend himself, but Whitewater felt that this big man’s IQ was dead with the old Malfoy, the Gryphon with wings.
Whitewater listened to Harry and they said that they also discussed how to help Hagrid Ron and simply release Buckbeak secretly. "In this case, Hagrid will definitely take responsibility for unemployment!" Hermione said that Whitewater agreed with her opinion, so Hagrid would definitely be removed, and even Dumbledore might not be able to keep him from being released. It is the stupidest thing to do. There are two ways to save Buckbeak-the inquiry is successful, or someone who is exactly responsible has let Buckbeak go and can’t be regarded as Hagrid’s instigation.
Whitewater certainly won’t spend Christmas at Hogwarts, but he still returned home-but this time he is going to spend his holiday in Monaco hotel. Anyway, he didn’t spend any money this year except buying consumables and studying abroad, which is the burden of the Ministry of Magic-every little wizard’s Hogwarts is the burden of the Ministry of Magic … So Whitewater has saved a little money in the past three years and is now on vacation in Morocco.
When Whitewater returned to Hogwarts, he found that Harry had become dejected and despondent again-"You said that someone sent you the latest Firebolt broom and Professor McGonagall took it to check if there was any evil spell? Are you worried that you won’t be able to catch a Quidditch match? I said, young man, I think life is more important than Quidditch, "Whitewater said, but it is obvious that neither Harry nor Ron seems to agree with him, but Hermione agrees with Whitewater very much."
"Oh, by the way, I analyzed the powder of Dior’s mane and horn, which seems to have a strong dispersing function-but I’m not sure … I’m not sure about the effect." Hermione was somewhat ashamed that she seemed unable to analyze the effect herself.
Chapter four hundred and sixty-nine Deformation Anima Gus
"If it’s banished … I don’t think Dior can earn his own food, so I’m under great pressure as a host." Whitewater pretended to lament-although Hermione probably wanted to say that she could pay a little, if you think about it, even if her parents are well-paid, the dentist probably can’t afford it …
Bai Lang met Professor McGonagall, asked Professor Hagrid to call Dior, and McGonagall touched Dior’s mane-generally speaking, Dior’s IQ was so high that he was docile in front of these professors. Soon after he returned to school, the winter vacation came. "The strange thing is that I haven’t thought about going to the East for so many years. It seems that the water is quite deep," Bai Lang thought, but he still wasn’t going back to the mainland.
Because the original author didn’t write the story of the Oriental Wizarding World, in the original author’s mind, there is a Japanese Wizarding World in Asia. The real central country is "no", and there are individuals who have settled in Britain. For example, Zhang Qiu Bailang knows that this Chinese girl can’t speak Mandarin very well. She is fluent in English and can speak a little Cantonese, but China’s writing base doesn’t know anything about Mandarin.
Bai Lang has nothing to say with this Chinese girl. Although Bai Lang speaks English very fluently, unless he scolds Malfoy, he learned those words from the great master sergeant with a metal shell. Sometimes he scolds his mother tongue in Chinese-from "Fuck!" To "dry Li Niang!" "Spicy mom!" "turtle!" There are very few kinds of inequality.
And in Zhang Qiu, she said in Cantonese at most, "My family is rich!" It’s already amazing. "Where does a person belong? It depends on what language he uses when he consciously scolds his mother. "This is Whitewater’s point of view. The trio, especially Hermione, is busy looking for all kinds of ancient records to help Hagrid sue, while Harry and them help her.
Whitewater is trying to train Neville, usually with his wooden stick. Neville will be cleaned up well-although Neville is miserable, he is now talking to others, or he will shrink from fear. He is already a pretty good sword and shield warrior. Although the level of injecting magic into weapons and shields is still good and bad, he already knows it.
Harry goes to Professor McGonagall’s place almost every day, and so does Wood. He implores Professor McGonagall to return the firebolt to Harry as soon as possible-it seems that Gryffindor’s victory depends on Harry’s broom, and Quidditch training has become five times a week after Harry and Quidditch teammates-except Wood, who has been trained listlessly. "Hope is ahead! Slytherin is a small victory over Ravenclaw! We have a chance! "
Hermione has occupied a corner of the common room to do business. She has a lot of business to do every day.
Whitewater doesn’t know how many times he fought with dementors, which made his patron saint spell more and more different. "Mommy is red!" With the gradual formation of white waves and yellow light, it seems vaguely like a tiger, but it is enough to expel dementors. White waves have no interest in dealing with dementors themselves. These monsters react too mechanically.
Whitewater hasn’t tried to kill a dementor-otherwise, it’s not worth it if the Ministry of Magic accuses him of damaging public property. Who knows how much they will compensate the dementor? When he returns, he finds Neville trapped outside the door again. "Tell me the truth, Neville, you might as well have a fight with the jazz. Believe me, you are definitely better than him! I’ll help you watch. "Whitewater pulled out a wooden shield and gave it to Neville.
Neville swallowed water. His first fight with the humanoid monster outside whitewater was obviously very nervous. His fight with jazz was not good enough. Even half of his training was not good enough. Sir Cadogan was even worse. After Neville sweated and struggled, he finally broke Sir Cadogan’s helmet and let the old guy fall flat in the painting. The jazz pony licked his face and tried to wake him up.
"Uh-oh, this guy didn’t wake up before we were all outside." Whitewater muttered, "But Neville did a good job. Think about your first duel victory carefully. There will be many more after you are so happy." It is estimated that this old guy will wake up in a quarter of an hour at most-painting characters can’t die in general. Whitewater simply commented with Neville that he had just fought.
At this time Peeves came this guy with a water bag and sprayed water on Sir Cadogan’s skull "Ha ha ha ha flat head flat head! Just like smashing lentils! " Peeves move with expression just like crazy-"what do you think? Peeves seems to be getting more and more crazy these days? " Neville looked at Peeves and said, "Come on, it’s a bad drama. Now it seems that he can’t understand his behavior more and more."
"Ah, I think it’s too many skulls. Are you crazy now?" Whitewater is not sure, but it doesn’t prevent him from taking out his wand and gesticulating. Peeves raised his hand with laughter. He took it out of nowhere and smashed his head with a big stick. Then he gave a strange smile and floated away. "It’s crazy!" Whitewater said that at this time, Sir Cadogan groaned and sat up after being drenched with paint.
"Open the door," Whitewater said, clutching his head. Cadogan waved the portrait and slid to one side to reveal the hole. "There is no need to recite the password from now on." Whitewater said and patted Neville on the shoulder. "What a small job."
Not long after they went in, Harry came in with his firebolt in his hand, almost spinning and dancing-it seems that the professor carefully examined it and found that there was no problem. The whole common room was a sensation, and people all around wanted to touch the firebolt. "Harry, you are lucky, the professor gave you the firebolt before the game. This victory is stable." Whitewater said that Wood was too happy to say anything.
They went to training the next day. The problem was that Ron and Hermione had a problem-Hermione’s cat seemed to have eaten Ron’s mouse and didn’t pay attention to such a small thing-his patron saint seemed to be forming a white wave. It felt like this. Sure enough, when he provoked the dementors again, he jumped out of the white wave wand with a golden tiger with black stripes with the red spell of Mommy.
This tiger tore up a dementor almost as loud as a buffalo’s roar-so Whitewater quickly canceled the spell and fled back to the dormitory Ministry of Magic. Will it be found? If pursued? How much will Whitewater pay? Or will he be taken to Azkaban? None of this happened in the end. It seems that someone from the Ministry of Magic asked, but Dumbledore gave it back.
White waves are always safe and the game is over. White waves think the weather is so good to watch the game, so he slipped into the forbidden forest-everyone went to watch the game, and he can call Dior to play with him-anyway, it is also a big cat, white waves, which can still draw nutrition from it. White waves are more like fighting than playing with Dior-white waves are as ups and downs as tigers and giant horned lions fighting together.
Even here, he can hear the Quidditch stadium cheering "They won?" Whitewater said with certainty that the celebration lasted for a whole day. Whitewater drank a lot of butter and beer, and he really wanted to cheer-because since he finished the patron saint, he felt that Anima Gus had a lot of ideas-Professor McGonagall always warned never to try Anima Gus magic at will, but Whitewater was ready to give it a try secretly.
On the night when the Gryffindor Quidditch team cheered for victory, Harry and his team went back to sleep exhausted, and Whitewater sneaked out of the dormitory and went to the forbidden Lindio, where Whitewater had already waited for a trick. "I think I can do it." He gave himself a sigh and then concentrated on "Is Humma Nimani red and neon!" The tone is still the tune of the living Buddha
His body changes, he touches the ground on all fours, and his shoulders click to make the tiger-shaped fist move naturally, just like a big worm wagging its head and tail. The first deformation is longer, but it is only five or six breaths before the white wave turns into a tiger-an ordinary tiger is either a white tiger or this size is almost as big as a buffalo as his patron saint.
"I rely on kung fu! It’s necessary to practice this matter! Sure enough, the cultivation of the tiger shape by the individual is not as good as the real tiger shape after all-even if the tiger shape has been cultivated ten thousand times stronger than the real tiger, it is still rough in the slightest! " The excited words of whitewater turned into bursts of tiger roar, which was a long way from the castle, otherwise it would be revealed.
Now that the spell has become a tiger, it will not be as slow and dangerous as it was the first time. It is good that this spell can deform clothes together, destroy a suit at a time and go back to the dormitory humming a ditty. He needs to mix in the next day-anyway, he will stay for about ten years, which is also proved by the water color in jade fish.
Whitehead didn’t want to learn anything. I’m sure he can’t get things done in his place when Voldemort is resurrected … Whitehead doesn’t mind knocking on his skull. If that’s the speed in the movie … Voldemort had better pray that his head is harder than iron.
Chapter four hundred and seventy It’s interesting to deal with Voldemort.
Whitewater slipped back to the dormitory just before Professor McGonagall broke up the celebration and asked everyone to go back to sleep quickly. It didn’t take long for him to sleep alone in the dormitory and immediately opened his eyes. "Someone? ！”
Whitewater rolled over the bed without changing his pajamas, so he grabbed the wand and pushed the door-he didn’t need to light the lights, but he could tell the situation by the sound. When Whitewater went to Harry Potter’s dormitory, he saw a man as thin as a skeleton with a knife in his hand, and Whitewater was about to start a fight. Ron Harry exclaimed and let the man rush out quickly
"Should we stop this guy?" White waves consider this problem and stop Sirius, even if it is finished-he will be executed by dementors before proving his innocence. The thinking speed and time are very short. White waves blink of an eye and make a decision. He puts his hand on the wall relief and instantly completes the triangle jump. He holds the ceiling relief upside down and hangs it.
Sirius root didn’t find the white waves. He ran away quickly. He just ran away before the white waves landed. By this time, Harry and others had rushed out screaming. This shocked everyone. Professor McGonagall severely criticized Sir Cadogan at the door. However, Sir Cadogan claimed that he didn’t see Sirius. Harry and Ron Hermione returned to normal. They were going to sneak out to see Hagrid again later.
"Can I call Dior?" Hermione asked Whitewater, "You can applaud Hermione if it wants to respond." Whitewater said that he was going to practice the true meaning of the tiger shape in other places in the forbidden forest-martial arts is never ending. Although his strength is limited at the moment, his further study of the true meaning can always be reflected in the White Tiger Boxing.
After that, Whitewater didn’t pay special attention. He occasionally saw a big black dog when roaming in the forbidden forest-there is no doubt that this is Sirius. Since he didn’t think of being friends with Black, naturally, he should think that this black dog is not white and carefully avoid the sight of this black dog and do his own thing-anyway, he is idle and will go to the forbidden forest to collect some loans.
For example, plucking the tail hair of unicorns and grinding their horn powder, of course, the simplest thing is to kill the spider and collect venom. This year, Whitewater doesn’t want to do anything, and there are not many bad things done-centaurs obviously don’t dare to intervene in his forbidden forest activities. Since Whitewater rolled the tiger triangle on the spot and easily avoided the threat of centaur bows and arrows throwing them to the ground, the centaurs felt that they couldn’t intervene.