A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The solid wood door of the auditorium was blown into countless pieces, and in the smoke and dust, red beams like lasers swept the entire room.

Felix picked up a spell—a stun spell.

"What a weak magic." He was surprised.

But in the next second, a red light beam came straight towards him, hitting the invisible barrier and making a low roar.

Felix hooked the corners of his mouth, "That's what it looks like."

He pulled up Professor Bubagi, and she frantically brushed away the ginger hair in front of her, "What's wrong, what's wrong? What the hell happened?"

Felix didn't respond to her. The dual effects of the super-sensation spell and memory acceleration slowed down everything around him.

Bubagi's questioning seemed to drag on in a long tone, and the arc of the galloping spell was slightly slower.

When more than a dozen spells came, he had already prepared the Iron Armor spell to keep them out.

"laugh!"

With a soft sound, Felix used Apparition to bring Professor Bubagi to the seventh floor of the hotel, "Professor Bubagi, I have investigated before, the sixth and seventh floors are uninhabited, and they will not be the target of the attacker, you Find a room to hide."

This is what he has confirmed. Before, Celeste and the vicissitudes-faced wizard were just looking for a secluded place to talk about private topics.

"Okay, okay." Bubbage swallowed nervously. The scene just now was so exciting. She had never seen so many spells appear in front of her at the same time in her life.

The words Felix advised her before flashed through her mind one by one.

Felix's body twisted and disappeared, leaving a faint black smoke in place. In the next instant, he stepped out of the air in the auditorium and appeared in front of the railing on the second floor of the auditorium.

After tilting his head to avoid a missed red arrow, he stood on a high place and looked down.

The room was in tatters—the door blew open, the tables and chairs fell apart, and there were burn marks everywhere. Suddenly, more than half of the Muggle research experts fell to the ground, but judging from their state, they were in a coma at most.

‘Heh, will these attackers still show mercy? ’

His eyes swept across the audience quickly, and his brain was operating at a high speed, bringing all the details in the room into control.

This is the starting requirement for instant kill tactics, read the battlefield for useful information.

The warring parties, one party is divided into three camps: Celeste, the vicissitudes-faced man hiding behind the podium, they belong to the US Magic Congress camp;

Maxwell and two unfamiliar young Aurors hid beside the stone pillar, they should all be guards assigned by the French Ministry of Magic;

There were more than a dozen Muggle experts from different countries scattered around, barely protecting themselves.

On the other side were the attackers, who were uniformly dressed in black robes decorated with white stars and masks. There were twenty-seven people, and they were still pouring in.

"Noel Celeste! Come out!"

Some of the attackers shouted, and while they were talking, the windows of the auditorium on the fourth floor blew open, and seven or eight black-robed wizards riding brooms broke in. They hovered above the ceiling and swooped down to cast a spell.

Felix swung his staff directly to shoot down the two wizards who were casting spells on him, scaring the others to avoid them.

Celeste hid behind the podium, her fury like a lion: "It was abolished in 1965!"

"Do you know what you did? Against the Magic Congress!"

She seemed to be explaining something, but it only aroused the anger of the other party.

"Lier!"

"This is deception!"

These attackers have a clear division of labor, and they are divided into four teams, front, back, left and right. In each team, someone was in charge of attacking, and someone was in charge of protection, covering each other, advancing layer by layer, occupying most of the auditorium, almost forcing the Ministry of Magic into the corner.

What's even more terrifying is that there are black-robed wizards constantly pouring into the room, and the number of enemies seems to be endless, which makes Maxwell feel desperate.

There were only five people in the last attack. I'm afraid it's ten times the number this time?

The French Ministry of Magic has been cautious enough, and it is enough to transfer a dozen Aurors to form two combat teams and sweep a black market. But this time they lost so badly that they were knocked out seven in one face-to-face.

There is only one reason - that is, there are too many people on the opposite side! There are spells in all directions, and there is no room for escape at all.

Maxwell gritted his teeth. He glanced at the comrades beside him. He only had three, and the remaining nine had already fallen into the other's hands.

He can only pray that the ministry will find the abnormality as soon as possible and send support.

...

Felix was a little confused. The attacker's purpose was very simple, that is, Noel Celeste, and Celeste seemed to know that their target was himself, and even knew who they were.

Because she said to Maxwell through the two stone pillars: "Don't use the killing spell!"

But the battlefield is not under her control, and it is not a good idea to show mercy during the battle. A red light hit Maxwell, making him stiff, and then seven or eight red lights followed.

In his astonished expression, the spell overturned him and slammed heavily on the pillar behind him.

"Maxwell!"

A young Auror blushed, he gritted his teeth and cast a black spell, the black mist condensed a sharp dagger in mid-air, pierced into the chest of an attacker on the opposite side in an unstoppable manner, and his chest instantly splattered. out a lot of blood.

"Bethni!" The other side made a sad voice, and then their spell became fierce.

Although the truth is still unsolved, Felix feels he has to step in - before things get too irreversible.

He raised his hand to activate a smashing spell, and the spell hit the chandelier on the ceiling, smashing the chandelier and half of the ceiling to smash, and dust and stones fell.

The red light in the sky has weakened a lot for a while.

Felix's figure appeared very suddenly in the center of the auditorium. He waved his wand calmly and accurately, and stun spells flew out from the tip of the wand like flowing water, the smoke dispersed, and seven or eight attackers fell to the ground.

"All curses end!"

Felix put his wand back on the ground, and the red light poured out like a storm. With him at the center, the attackers, Muggle experts, Aurors, and officials of the Magical Congress of the United States flew out like wheat, still brewing. The spell muted silently.

Everyone's eyes were on the figure that suddenly appeared, as he slowly stood up, holding his wand expressionlessly.

The auditorium was so quiet that you could even hear breathing, and it took seven or eight seconds—

"Knock him down!" said a steady voice among the attackers.

But more than a dozen spells only hit the black smoke he left in place. Then, everyone present saw an unforgettable scene. Felix's figure kept flickering, and every time he appeared, he shook his hand and waved a dazzling light. red light.

At the most exaggerated time, they saw the shadow of seven Felix at the same time.

The raider team that barely made it to the front of the auditorium was swept away in almost a second or two, and the other three teams also collapsed.

'Too weak, although the formation is similar, but the personal quality is too poor, losing the team's protection and even the most basic sense of self-protection, like bullying children...'

Felix didn't feel the joy of casting spells, on the contrary, he was even more puzzled. If the analogy is to be made, some of them can't match Percy Weasley's spells.

'There is a huge disparity in strength between members, there is no habit of using killing spells and black magic, lack of combat experience, and the power of spells is not strong...'

‘Where did these attackers come from? ’