Roger's positioning for himself has never been a wizard, isn't it a waste of his good body to play remotely, physical damage can be basically ignored, a certain degree of magic resistance plus considerable strength, not playing Berserker is a tyrannical thing!

But the battle with Angel Witch (or maybe the Witch?) allowed him to prove a truth, a melee without a movement skill, and being kited by a magic ranged unit can only end up being grinded to death. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Having learned from the pain (although it didn't hurt), Roger learned that it was necessary to have a quick approach.

Phantom shifting is something you don't have to think about. It is restricted to students over the age of 17, and in addition to the fact that the school has a special curriculum to teach this magic after the sixth grade, there is also a strict age limit for the illusion class outside of school.

Roger had no choice but to create a fast movement method that worked for him, and Shave in Pirates was the perfect option compared to a skill like a charge, which looks like a fart to move forward.

But the method of stepping on the ground more than 10 times in 0.36 seconds and using the explosiveness generated by the reaction force to move sounds super mysterious...... With that speed, Roger can beat Dumbledore casually, and run over directly, and old Dun's nerve speed may not be able to react.

You can't use the explosiveness of the reaction force to move by stepping on your feet, but you can replace it with more than ten small explosions......

An experiment of the explosion spell, you can feel that the power is really great, and the angle or something can be slowly mastered by practice, but the distance and speed of flying out are not ideal, Roger looked down at the bloody soles of his feet that were blown up, 360 ° all-round explosion is also a small shortcoming, and the reverse thrust is the result he wants. Without stopping, Roger went straight to the second experiment.

But Hagrid clearly saw that Roger was injured, and was about to rush over when he stood up, but was stopped by Harry: "Don't get excited, he's fine......"

"Why are you holding me back! he's hurt!" Hagrid shouted, lifting Harry up and setting aside Harry, who was holding him back, like a rag doll.

"Don't worry! it'......s not even an injury to him," Harry explained loudly after him, but Hagrid strode quickly and appeared directly beside Roger, holding him in the princess position in his arms.

He also comforted Roger: "Don't worry about the little one, it'll be fine, Madam Pomfrey will definitely cure you in one fell swoop." ”

"......" Roger broke free from Hagrid's broad arms with black lines, and didn't bother to explain after turning over and landing, and stabbed himself directly in the neck with a knife.

Harry saw Hagrid look like a ghost, just as Hermione had done when she first stopped Roger from breaking the spell.

Hagrid looked at the bloody footprints on the ground, and his beard-covered face could show an expression of seeing a monster: "That fire-breathing charm was also made by him... I should take back what I said, I should say that most wizards of any age are not as good as him, and the rest of the small part is really playing to death......"

Regardless of how surprised the big man next to him was, Roger was already thinking about how to improve it, the scope of the explosion spell was too large, and the force was too scattered, although the power was good, it still couldn't reach Roger's qualified line.

Now the first thing to do is to try to reduce the explosion range of the explosion spell, the smaller the range, the greater the impact with the same power, and the number of explosions is something to consider after the modification.

"Bang bang!" the sound of explosions rang out again at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Not to mention that people are quite adaptable... After a few moments of blowing, Hagrid was able to chat happily with Harry, and Harry told Hagrid the good news that he was going to move in with Black after the summer holidays.

"Ah, Blake is an interesting fellow, they didn't get into trouble when they were in school, so the Weasley twins can try to compete with them......" Hagrid smiled at the look of remembrance in his eyes when he heard the news, "When I sent you to your Muggle uncle's house, the airbike I rode was still the ...... he gave me"

Harry was always interested in this kind of topic, and he pestered Hagrid to tell more about James and Black.

The sky darkened, and the explosion that had been roaring for most of the afternoon finally stopped, and the soles of Roger's feet had basically been blown up, and the bones of his feet were directly on the ground. Now I can feel the benefit of dragging the hem of the wizard's robe to the ground, and as soon as I put down the hem of the robe that was rolled up to my waist because of the obstruction, I directly covered the oozing injuries tightly.

Saying goodbye to Hagrid, Roger and Harry walked back to the castle for dinner, their pockets heavily filled with rock skin cakes, and out of courtesy, Roger took a few more dozen, all of which he ate with snacks on the way.

In the common room, they meet Hermione, who is chatting with Neville, and Roger reaches out to say hello to Neville and sits down next to the girl.

"How about that regional protection spell? It seems that Miss Know-It-All is in a good mood, so she must have learned it easily. Roger asked, half-leaning back on the backrest.

Hermione didn't bury her head in the book, it should have been a good harvest in the afternoon.

"Yes, and I've learned it a long time ago! Do you know what Professor Flitwick said when I went to see him in the afternoon?" Hermione said, looking down at the scabbed wound on the soles of Roger's feet, and handed over two bottles of potions, which she was almost a reflex to do lately.

Roger drank the potion in one gulp, "What do you say?"

"The spells and techniques are not wrong at all, it's just that we are still young now, and we don't have enough mana, so we can't cast a complete and powerful regional protection spell at all! No wonder the peace guard and all the protection can only cover a table in my hands!" Hermione was very dissatisfied, as if her low strength was completely dragged down by them.

"Tell me something," Harry smirked at her, "Professor Flitwick must have praised you to the sky......"

Roger immediately took over the conversation, and spoke to the professor of the Charms class with a sharp voice: "Oh my God, Miss Granger! You're a genius! The perfect spell, the perfect way to release it! It's a pity that you have a little brain as smart as me, but you don't have the same size as me~~"

Harry laughed at Roger's antics as Hermione tried to hold back and slapped Roger twice.

"Don't joke with Professor Flitwick's height!"