In the middle of the field, Loki's condition is critical, and in the next second, if he is hit by the arrow of the wind, he is in danger of appearing, on the other hand, Loki, who is still not in a hurry at this time, stretches out his wand, "KINMIICE" A strange syllable came out of Loki's mouth, a huge wave of magic power emanated, a storm of frost burst out, and the shackles of the wind on Loki's body were easily broken, Loki walked out of it, and the arrow of wind grazed Loki's left arm, passing by.

Malfoy was frozen by the icy wind that swept through the entire dueling arena, and at this time he was unable to move, although he had the advantage of speed, he was still powerless in the face of such a large range of interpretation.

"You? You can already release a level 2 magic ice ring spell? Malfoy had an unbelievable expression on his face, it had only been less than a month, and Loki had already mastered level 2 magic? Not in it, I don't know the difficulty of using the promotion to fully master the second-level magic, Loki can actually use the second-level magic at this moment, which is simply impossible for Malfoy.

"Luckily, just a few days ago, Meditation broke through the magic apprenticeship stage and has now reached the official magician, so," Loki said without the slightest smug look on his face, just looking at Malfoy with a look of pity.

"Forget it, I admit defeat, as a magic apprentice and fighting a magician, it's completely looking for abuse." Malfoy muttered a wave of his hand and walked out of the field reflexively.

"Loki, your cultivation progress is very fast, but don't focus on the speed of cultivation, strength is of course the key, but the realm must also follow the strength, a magician's comprehension state of mind is the first thing, followed by his magic cultivation, don't put the cart before the horse." Augustus was not surprised by Loki's speed, in the other world, there are countless geniuses like Loki, geniuses are never lacking, and it is rare to really be able to take that step and jump over the dragon gate.

Next is the duel between Malfoy and Lillian, there is no suspense, Malfoy lost to Lillian, who is already an intermediate magic apprentice, not to mention that for fire magic, which has always been attack-based, Malfoy is basically difficult to parry, and it is logical to lose the duel after the last, but Malfoy seems to be difficult to accept for losing to Lillian, until everyone walks out of the room with a gloomy expression.

On Monday morning, news that Colin Creevey had been attacked and was now lying in his hospital room like a dead man spread all over the school. Suddenly, rumors flew in the school, and everyone was suspicious. First-year students are now always huddled together in groups of three or five, as if they are afraid that if they go alone, they will be attacked.

During this time, everyone hid from the teacher and chattered about exchanging amulets, exorcisms, and other toys to protect themselves. The practice quickly took the school by storm, and Neville Longbottom bought a large, stinking onion, a spiky amethyst, and a rotting newt tail. As a result, the other Gryffindor boys told him that he was not actually in danger: he was of pure blood, so he would not be attacked.

"They went after Filch first," Nacheng said, his round face full of fear, "and everyone knows that I'm pretty much a squib." ”

Potions classes were held in a large underground classroom. Thursday afternoon classes started as usual. Twenty cauldrons stood between the wooden tables, on which were placed copper scales and jars of ingredients. Snape in. Patrolling back and forth in a cloud of smoke, crudely criticizing the work of the Gryffindor students, the Slytherin students snickering gloatingly. Draco Malfoy, Snape's protégé, kept rolling his goldfish eyes at Ron and Harry. Ron and Harry knew that if they returned an eye for an eye, they would be immediately locked up, and they wouldn't even have time to shout "wronged". Harry's swelling potion was too thin, and his mind was focused on more important things. He was waiting for Hermione's signal, and when Snape stopped to mock him, he barely knew anything. Snape turned to look for Neville to bully, and Hermione met Harry's gaze and nodded. Harry quickly stooped behind his cauldron and pulled out a string of Fred's laborious fireworks from his pocket and quickly tapped it with his wand. The fireworks began to hiss, in and out of Mars. Harry knew he only had a few seconds, so he straightened up, took aim at his target, and threw the fireworks out. The pyrotechnics fell into Goyle's pot accurately.

Augustus glanced at Harry suspiciously, what is the situation, they actually dare to stir up trouble in Snape's class, are they planning something else, in order to divert Snape's target, otherwise, with Harry's character, it is difficult to imagine that he will develop like George Fred, even with the guts of the twins, they dare not mess around in Snape's class.

Goyle's potion exploded, and he poured it on the class. Everyone screamed under the attack of the splashing swollen potion. Malfoy was doused in the face, his nose inflated like a balloon; Goyle covered his eyes with his hands and stumbled, his eyes swollen to the size of a lunch plate. Snape desperately tried to silence everyone and figure out what was going on. In the midst of the chaos, Harry saw Hermione sneak out of the classroom.

Augustus also noticed Hermione's departure, it seems that the trio has started their adventure again, Augustus reluctantly pressed his forehead and began to help Malfoy heal, a secondary repair spell was released on Malfoy, and most of the burns on Malfoy's face and head disappeared in an instant. Malfoy nodded gratefully to Augustus, and then searched viciously around as if to find the killer behind it.

"Quiet! Quiet!" Snape roared, "The students who were splashed with the potion came to me to get the swelling agent. Wait until I figure out who did it" Harry chuckled as half of the class scrambled to Snape's desk, some with arms swollen like mallets and couldn't lift them, and some with so swollen mouths that they couldn't speak. At that moment, Harry saw Hermione slip back into the basement classroom, a bulging lump in front of her clothes. When everyone had drunk the antidote and all the swelling had subsided, Snape walked briskly over to Goyle's cauldron and scooped out the twisted black ashes of fireworks with a spoon, and the classroom suddenly fell silent. "As soon as I find out who threw it," Snape whispered, "I'm going to fire that man." Harry struggled to get a confused look on his face. Snape was staring at him, and thankfully, ten minutes later, the bell rang.

Augustus looked at the trio who left in a hurry with a smile on his face, Snape didn't even dig into it, and they were lucky, adventure and blood always go hand in hand, I don't know what kind of strange secret operation this time.