At a certain moment, little Barty clearly felt that the master's student in front of him really wanted to kill him.

Compared to the holidays, Ike's strength seems to have improved a lot.

No, it's not!

He didn't fully play during the holidays!

The Soul Snatching Spell that was cast with all his might was obviously effective at the beginning, but it was just a matter of moments, and Ike broke free.

And then there's the magic that can't tell whether it's an explosion spell or a shattering spell.

Floating limply in the air, little Barty felt that at least half of the bones in his body were broken.

"Do you want to die, little Barty?"

Ike's tone was still cold, and fear crept in.

"Cough, cough, cough......" Little Barty suddenly coughed, bright red blood splashing from his mouth. Ike frowned slightly, and the blood that had splashed on him floated in the air.

At this moment, everyone in the classroom who had been shocked by Ike's actions finally came back to their senses, except for a very few people, and the rest retreated away from Ike.

"Ike......" Stewart, Terry, Michael, and Anthony didn't move, and Hermione slowly moved towards Ike.

"Don't get excited, Ike, put Professor Moody down first...... Hermione cautiously advised, but Ike didn't even look back.

She could clearly see their mouths moving, but she couldn't hear what they were saying.

Slowly, Hermione got closer and closer, reaching out to touch the golden threads that still surrounded Ike.

She didn't know what these threads were, they weren't in the books, but once she heard Ike mention that it was his "last protection".

One thing is for sure, it's dangerous.

"Ahh

Tentatively reaching out his hand, as soon as he touched the gold thread, his fingers seemed to be electrocuted.

"Hermione!"

Harry, Stewart, and the others gathered around in unison, but the naked eye could see that the gold threads swelled outwards in a large circle.

"Go to the professors!"

Hermione shouted, her arms outstretched, stopping the crowd rushing towards her. At this moment, Ike in the golden thread moved!

"Bang!"

With the swing of Ike's wand, Moody was thrown into the air, but as if there was a barrier, he didn't fly far before he suddenly stopped in the air, and there were faint ripples on his back.

"Don't be stunned, go find the professors! Find them all! Looking at the huddled group behind the professor, Hermione's anger came up.

Fortunately, this time someone finally moved, and they all ran out.

Screaming all the way, very loud, very noisy......

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Like a punching bag, Moody's limp body slumped and fell in mid-air, and the bright red blood was still fixed in mid-air, and more and more.

"Do you know what this is, Hermione?" Terry looked solemnly at Ike, who was ravaging Moody as if no one was around, and asked in a deep voice.

"Ike just said that it was his 'last defense' and seemed to have something to do with ancient magic." Hermione was anxious, and tried to reach out again.

As a result, still.

"Looks like he's locked himself up with Moody, so he can't hear us." "And look at his eyes, that's ...... Blood? ”

A few people gathered around, but there was nothing they could do. Hermione looked anxiously at the door, expecting a professor to come in a second. But Moody had been thrown into a blood gourd by Ike, and no one came.

Turning around and pushing Harry and Ron, who had been watching from behind, Hermione directly ordered, "Ron, you go to Professor McGonagall!" Harry, go find Dumbledore! ”

"I'll go find Professor Flitwick." Terry then said, and Michael said he was going to find Snape.

"Those guys aren't reliable at all, they don't know where they're going."

The four of them ran out of the classroom as quickly as possible, and Anthony followed, standing guard in the hallway, ready to shout when the professor arrived.

Hermione and Stewart stood by cautiously, watching as more and more blood beads floated in the air.

"Hurry up, Professor!"

Ron's voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and Anthony shouted "Professor McGonagall's side".

Turning his head, he saw Professor McGonagall running in with a solemn face, and behind him was a panting Ron.

"I... I...... Hit ...... halfway Touched, there are...... Someone ......" Ron couldn't even breathe, and said to Hermione intermittently.

"Professor McGonagall...... "Hermione bowed her head like a frightened quail. Professor McGonagall just patted her on the shoulder, then drew her wand, and a red glow flew straight past.

"Boom!"

As if something had exploded, the golden thread slammed outward again. Professor McGonagall's face remained unchanged, her wand crossed her chest, and a silver-white shield appeared, firmly protecting herself and Hermione next to her.

It took a few steps back before Professor McGonagall lowered her wand.

"Has anyone informed Dumbledore?"

"Harry went." Hermione replied, asking worriedly, "Professor McGonagall, ...... Iketa?"

"Miss Granger, you have to know that this time Stride is very serious."

"It's wrong to attack a professor."

"But Professor, Ike was ...... because Professor Moody used the Soul Snatching Charm on him" Before she could finish speaking, Professor McGonagall interrupted Hermione.

"As far as I know, everyone has been under the Snatching Charm by Moody, and it's been a long time."

"But that's different!" Hermione said excitedly, "Snatching Spell...... It's definitely different! Otherwise, this magic cannot be triggered! ”

"Miss Granger, do you know this magic?" Professor McGonagall said solemnly, "I don't want you to hide anything from this, you know the seriousness of the matter. ”

"I'm sorry, Professor, but I'm ...... I just knew it was Ike's 'last protection,' and that's what he told me. Hermione lowered her head, and she understood what Professor McGonagall meant.

"Ekta, will he be expelled?"

"I can't guarantee it, Miss Granger." Professor McGonagall shook her head slightly, and looked at Ike and the bloody Moody again.

The wand was raised, shouting, "The Sorting Hat is flying!" ”

Just as Hermione was wondering why Professor McGonagall had called the Sorting Hat, a red light flashed in the classroom, and Dumbledore and Harry appeared.

"Dumbledore, what kind of magic is this?" Professor McGonagall asked.

Dumbledore raised his hand slightly, then reached to the side, just in time to catch the Sorting Hat from the long journey.

"Just right."

Handing the Sorting Hat to Professor McGonagall nearby, Dumbledore pulled out a phalanoid-like wand.

"I'm sorry, I've never seen magic like this." As Dumbledore spoke, his wand streaked through the air, leaving a red thread in its wake.

"But I can see what this magic is made of......"

"I have to say that Mr. Strade's research on ancient magic and ancient magic has reached an extremely deep level, and if it were otherwise, this magic would be enough for him to earn a Merlin Medal!"

There were more and more red threads in the air, and Dumbledore continued, "Guard, steady, and automatically trigger when you take enough lethal damage to protect yourself......"

"Hmm...... And bondage, confinement? ”

"Bondage the enemy, imprison...... No, it's a blockade, a separate space to be used for the final ...... Revolt? ”

Dumbledore paused, raised his hand to disperse the red thread that had wrapped the gold thread, and drew it again.

"I almost read it wrong, what an amazing talent!"

"Albus!"

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm just amazed." Dumbledore said, "All in all, it's a variant of ancient magic, and Mr. Strade has made some changes to it. ”

"When I've wrapped the gold thread, you'll split it."

"Gotta be quick, or we'll probably lose Mr. Strade and Moody forever."

"Okay, Albus." Professor McGonagall agreed, put away her wand, and reached for a sharp sword from her Sorting Hat.

"It's ...... Gryffindor Sword! Hermione exclaimed.

"That's right, Miss Granger." Dumbledore explained as he manipulated the red thread to slowly wrap it around the golden thread, "This is indeed the Sword of Gryffindor that only real Gryffindors can wield......"

"Now, Minerva!"

Suddenly, the phalanx-like wand in Dumbledore's hand swung forward, and the red silk threads were directly wrapped around the golden silk threads, and Professor McGonagall was not relentless, holding the sword in both hands and slashing straight down.

"Click, click"

It was like the sound of glass breaking, and some cracks were revealed in the air. With another wave of Dumbledore's wand, all the threads were gone.

"Stop!"

With a finger of his wand, Dumbledore caught Moody flying out of the air, and before he could take a closer look at his injuries, a large red light flew towards him.

"Click!"

The silver-white shield appeared, and the red light fell on it with only a crisp sound.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

"Help me get Moody to the school hospital, he doesn't seem to have a few good bones, and he looks like he's going to be in for a long time." Dumbledore turned his head to look at Hermione and the others next to him, blinked, and made a joke, as if he didn't care about the spells that rained down on him. It was only after Stuart and Harry and Ron ran out with Professor Moody in their hands that they turned back.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

It's like a walk, step by step towards Ike, who is still releasing magic. The silver shield was like an impregnable fortress, and even if it was beaten to pieces, it was still firmly in front of Dumbledore.

"It's time to stop, kid."

The tip of the staff lightly touched Ike's forehead, and wisps of white soft light like mist slowly faded, and under the effect of the white light, the blood in Ike's eyes gradually faded.

Emotions are revealed from it again......

"Looks like you're awake, Mr. Stred." Dumbledore smiled and withdrew his wand.

"Professor...... Hermione ...... "Ike came back to his senses for a moment, but then he was overwhelmed by the raging exhaustion and powerlessness and fell straight down.

"Ike!" Hermione shouted and ran over, snatching the fainting Ike from Dumbledore's hand, shaking, but not reacting.

"Alright, Miss Granger, Mr. Strade just fainted from the consumption of mana, and the mana required for that magic is very huge, even with his current magic power, it is not an easy task, not to mention that he has thrown so many spells at me." Dumbledore looked lively and said with a smile, "I think I'm an old man, I really need someone to comfort me." ”

"And ......," Dumbledore pointed to the soft silver light that had quietly wrapped Ike, "and the ancient magic he had changed protected him. ”

"Take him to the school hospital."

Seeing Hermione and the others leave, and driving away the students who heard the news and ran to watch, Dumbledore used a repair charm to repair the wall that had just been blown down.

"Looks like I'm late." Snape didn't know when he arrived, and was standing in the doorway, looking at Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall in the classroom.

"It's a little late, it's settled." Dumbledore said.

"Oh, what a pity." Snape sighed, as if he was genuinely sorry.

"Alright, Severus, we still have something to discuss." After turning everything back to the way it was, Dumbledore threw out another white light, "Go to my office, I've informed Filius and Pomona, and they're probably already waiting for us now......"

Back in the Headmaster's office, Dumbledore poured a cup of tea for each of the four Headmasters and put the Sorting Hat back on the shelf, before returning to his seat and recounting the matter with Flitwick and Professors Sprout, who were not present

"It's very troublesome, and I have to say that the nature of this matter is very bad and tricky." Dumbledore rubbed his forehead, looking embarrassed, "What are we going to do with Mr. Stred?" ”

"Attacking a professor, destroying a classroom, and expelling him was the only option." Snape's cold voice rang out, and he seemed to be impatient, "Maybe you can also deprive him of the right to use his wand." ”

"No, according to Dumbledore, it's clear that Moody did something very dangerous to Ike, and that's what happened." Professor Flitwick immediately retorted, "You can't blame Ike entirely, the expulsion is too severe!" ”

"Moody, he's in the hospital right now, Felius." Snape said, "Poor Moody, I wish him well, or Stride will have to go to Azkaban for the rest of his life." ”

"Alright, Severus." Dumbledore stopped Snape, who was still about to continue, and looked at Professor McGonagall, who had been silent since he rescued Moody, "Minerva, what do you think?" ”

"Mr. Strand has indeed violated the school rules in serious terms." Professor McGonagall frowned, "But what Filius said is true, and Strade can't be blamed for this alone. ”

"I think...... Confinement, depriving Mr. Strade of his right to travel to Hogsmeade. ”

"Term...... One semester. ”