With the aftermath of the Halloween Troll Invasion, all of Hogwarts has returned to peace.

After all, doing things under Dumbledore's nose was a big challenge for both Quirrell and Voldemort.

And Snape had become wary of giving the latter even the slightest chance.

However, for the students, the entry into November means that the Quidditch Season will be held every semester as scheduled.

That kind of frenzied atmosphere made Zuo Si, who had always been completely interested in sports competitions, feel incomprehensible.

What made him even more puzzled was that in order to argue about which team was stronger, many students would not hesitate to gamble all their pocket money for the whole semester, and even fight for it.

Anyway, as the first Quidditch match of the semester approached, the friction and contradictions between the various houses began to heat up dramatically, much to the annoyance of professors and castle keepers.

Gryffindor House students, in particular, are looking forward to the famous Savior Harry Potter performing in the game.

It's best to defeat the arch-rival Slytherin House and bring back both the Quidditch Trophy and the House Cup.

Of course, this anticipation also caused considerable psychological pressure on Harry.

Because he has never been so favored and expected by others, for fear that he will not be good enough to disappoint everyone, his spirit is in a state of excitement and tension from morning to night every day.

In addition, as the atmosphere plummets in November, the British Isles officially enter a cold and wet winter.

To keep warm, the young wizards wore thick and warm coats and even featured scarves with their respective house crests.

Whenever they get the chance, they sit around the fireplace or campfire to keep warm.

In the entire Hogwarts castle, he was the only maverick who did not wear any clothes with the colors of his house, only a pure black robe, and even the symbol of Slytherin House was torn off.

This naked contempt and contempt for the House made many Slytherin students angry.

They couldn't even figure out why the Sorting Hat had sent such an anomaly in.

But apart from the impotent fury in their hearts, these little wizards couldn't do anything at all.

After all, in terms of strength, Zuo Si alone can overturn a group of them, and he is even more expert in playing conspiracy and tricks.

Several senior girls even tried to inject aphrodisiacs in drinks and food, intending to tame Zuo Si, an unruly genius, in this way.

But as a result, without exception, they all drank it inexplicably, and as a result, they fell into crazy narcissism.

The ugliness of his appearance under the effect of the potion will definitely become the black history that he is most unwilling to recall and face in his life.

In the end, it was only thanks to the antidote concocted by the head of the house, Snape, that finally returned to normal.

Since then, the act of drugged Zuosi has become a taboo in Slytherin House.

Because no one could figure out how Zuo Si was able to detect the potions in the food and drinks in advance, let alone how he made these girls drink the aphrodisiacs willingly.

Most people's first subconscious reaction to the unknown is often not curiosity, but fear from the heart.

What's more, with the spread of Ron's big mouth, many students have heard about Zuo Si directly blowing up the entire corridor and a troll with just one spell.

So Slytherin's fear of him grew day by day.

There were even a few senior students who began to refer to Zuo Si as "king cobra."

As one of the very few snakes that feed on snakes, this title symbolizes its special status within the academy and the fear of other students.

Lucius Malfoy even wrote a letter to Draco himself, forbidding his son to provoke Zosi again.

Knowing that he had come from Voldemort's time, he understood what such a terrifying magical talent meant.

In this way, in a strange balance, Zuo Si comfortably lived a few days without any interference.

On the eve of a Quidditch match, George, one of the Weasley twins, suddenly asked, "Hey, South." Will you go to the game tomorrow? ”

"No, it won't."

Zuo Si did not hesitate to give a negative answer.

He's not sick in the head.

You won't sit on a high platform outside in such a cold, humid climate, blow the cold wind, and risk being hit by a Bludger and a player who has fallen from a broomstick, and go to see a game that is basically unspectatory and boring.

Because broomsticks are so fast, and there are no large-screen replays of Muggle world sports matches on the field, it is almost impossible to see the players in the distance like black dots with the naked eye.

And the rules aren't fair at all.

Catching the Snitch will give you 150 points and end the game, which is just like a joke, turning the other team members into circus clowns who serve the Seekers, just to provide a little entertainment and jokes before the Snitch is caught, and prevent the audience from falling asleep due to being too bored.

Also, what if you can't catch the Golden Snitch for a long time?

Do you really want this group of players to fly non-stop on the field for more than ten hours, dozens of hours, or even days or weeks?

In that case, the audience is estimated to have run out long ago, so what's the point of the game?

The most outrageous thing is that this extremely dangerous and brutal competition is not divided into male and female categories at all, so it is extremely unfair to young students and female participants.

When the players collide with each other on broomsticks, you don't have to ask to know that the one who weighs less will inevitably suffer a lot.

As a result, in the teams of the four Hogwarts houses, the Slytherins who only strive for victory are almost all strong boys in the upper grades.

The other three teams have girls, but there are often only one or two, and most of the roles are substitutes or Seekers, which do not require fierce confrontation.

In addition, there are more than 700 foul strokes listed in books on Quidditch, all of which were played in the World Cup......

There are so many ways to cheat, and the measures to monitor and respond to it are so at least, basically relying on the naked eyes of the referee, isn't this encouraging fouls in disguise?

Oh, and that iron Bludger that kills people.

Yes!

You heard it right!

This thing is iron! Do! Target!

Not only is it easy to dismantle a grandstand or something, but you can also keep up with a broom like the Halo 2000 that can fly at high speeds.

Imagine an iron ball with a diameter of 25 centimeters, which is almost twice the size of the shot put used in official international competitions.

And then hit the human body at an average speed of 300 kilometers per hour, how terrifying is the kinetic energy that can be generated?

You must know that the modern M1857 field guns that shined in the American Civil War, also known as the shells of Napoleonic guns, are far less than one-third of the size and weight of a Bludger.

It is estimated that only the 30-pounder capital naval guns used by the British Royal Navy can barely match it.

This means that players in the Quidditch arena are being chased by a cannonball fired by a super heavy cannon with its own tracking function.

Zuo Si was very skeptical about how Harry Potter survived being hit by a Bludger.

According to normal mechanics, even if just one arm is hit, the whole person will be carried into the air, and then fall to the ground with a big head down, breaking the neck or breaking the head more than 50% of the time.

If you are a little more unlucky and the Bludger falls vertically on the spot, then the savior will have to say goodbye to his colorful life in advance.

As for that arm, it should definitely not be as simple as a broken bone, but flew straight out of the body with terrifying hemorrhage.

Despite the current level of treatment of trauma in the wizarding world, anyone who is not killed on the spot can basically be saved.

But what if you get a headshot or a heart punch?

100% will die on the spot!

There won't even be a bit of suspense!

Zuo Si seriously suspects that the guy who joined the Bludger setting at the beginning wanted to take revenge on society in this way.

In his opinion, compared to Bludger, the three unforgivable spells are weak.

The former can even kill people reasonably and legally.

However, although Zuo Si is not very interested in Quidditch matches, he is quite interested in the craft of making Bludgers, and plans to find a time to study them, make a few with solid iron balls, and fill them with spikes or blades made of pure gold, and finally condense the object constriction.

In this way, when you encounter a large number of enemies, you can release these "big killers" with automatic tracking functions, and I believe the scene will be very spectacular.

Of course, functions such as high-speed spin cutting can also be added to increase the lethality.

In short, Zuo Si is very optimistic about the weapon developed on the basis of Bludger.

"So you don't support the Slytherin team?" Fred's eyes lit up slightly.

"Hmm. Especially the captain Marcus Flint, don't be polite when you can do it. ”

When he said this, Zuo Si's tone revealed a naked and undisguised malice towards this senior senior.

He won't forget that this guy was the one who shouted the most on the night of school, and kept trying to get things done in private.

“OK！ Roger that! Rest assured, we're guaranteed to take Marcus Flint off the broom when we play tomorrow. George swore an assurance.

Fred chimed in with a wicked smile, "That's right. We'd swing a bat and hit Bludger hard at Marcus Flint so he could get a taste of what it was like to fall off a broomstick. ”

"Hey...... Didn't we join the team and choose to be batsmen just to be able to knock those pesky guys off the broom on the court? ”

"That's right! It's like swatting a fly to death, my dear brother. ”

George and Fred high-fived each other very well, and their faces were full of happy smiles.

Seeing that the pair of living treasures began to show their funny talents again, Hermione couldn't help but hold her forehead and ask, "If I'm not mistaken, getting hit by a Bludger should be a dangerous thing, right?" ”

"Yes, very, very dangerous. According to records, the highest fatality rate in Quidditch is being hit by a Bludger, followed by accidentally falling off a broomstick. ”

Fred replied in the affirmative without thinking.

"And you still use it to smash people? Aren't you afraid of death? Hermione's voice rose sharply an octave.

She couldn't believe that a school would allow students to participate in such a dangerous sport, and that there was absolutely no protection.

George shrugged his shoulders disappreciatively: "If anyone is killed by a Bludger on the court, then he can only blame him for his bad luck and blame others." By the way, the person who was hit by the Bludger died very quickly and felt no pain at all. ”

"Totally agree! When I was a kid, I watched a game where a poor Seeker had his head shattered on the spot because he didn't notice a Bludger flying by. Fred also added to the fire.

It is clear from the nonchalant attitude of the twin brothers that they do not care much about death in such a dangerous sport.

In other words, wizards' views on life and death are fundamentally different from those of Muggles.

Many wizards are not even afraid of death at all, and enjoy the tension and excitement of a brush with death.

"Oh my God! It's just barbaric, bloody. I can't believe that the Ministry of Magic has banned a lot of black magic, but it hasn't banned this ridiculous competition, which has caused countless casualties. ”

Hermione was visibly frightened by the horrific scene described by the brothers.

After all, she has been an honor student and a good baby since she was a child, and she has an instinctive fear of blood and death.

"Believe me, if the Ministry of Magic dares to ban this sport, then the current Minister of Magic will be impeached and removed from office in a matter of minutes. You don't understand how important Quidditch is to wizards. George explained with a serious face.

On the way back to the Gryffindor common room, the twin brothers told Hermione a lot about the origins of the sport of Quidditch and how it had grown into the first national sport in the wizarding world.

There are even some Quidditch players who were very famous at school, such as Professor McGonagall, the head of Gryffindor.

I have to say that this news is indeed quite shocking.

At least Hermione had a hard time seeing the slightest hint of a Quidditch player in Professor McGonagall, who always looked serious.

It is even more impossible to imagine what this respectable professor looked like when he was young, put on his team uniform and rode a broomstick to collide with his opponents in the sky, and then won one game after another.

Regardless, through George and Fred's description, the girl finally has a deep understanding of the place of Quidditch in the wizarding world.

Its importance and popularity even far exceed the status of football in the Muggle world.

Early the next morning, the hall on the first floor was overcrowded.

Since there were no classes, almost the entire school gathered for students of all ages to enjoy a hearty and nutritious breakfast while discussing which house team would win the championship this year.

Of course, the most talked about topic is whether Harry Potter, who was exceptionally promoted, can show the ability and level that is commensurate with his fame.

And this kind of public discussion, which was pointed at in public, made poor Harry himself so nervous that he couldn't even eat.

"You have to take a few bites of breakfast."

"I don't want to eat anything."

"Eat at least a slice of toast."

"I'm not hungry."

The more people around him coaxed, the worse Harry felt, and the more psychological pressure he felt.

He even saw his roommate, Seamus Finigan, spreading ketchup on the sausages on his plate, and swearing, "Eat some, man, you need to keep your stamina up." Because the Seeker is always the target of the opponent's defense. If you don't have the strength to eat, you'll be knocked off the broom. ”

"And Bludger! That thing is dangerous! It's like a high-speed moving cannonball. If you get hit in the head or heart, you'll die instantly, so you have to be extra careful. Hermione, who had just returned from the library, reminded worriedly.

In order to confirm the material and weight of the Bludger, she went to check the relevant books early in the morning.

I don't know if I don't see it, and I'm shocked when I see it.

According to the density of iron, a Bludger with a diameter of 25 centimeters may weigh an astonishing amount of more than 60 kilograms.

If you get smashed by this thing, you can basically say goodbye to the world.

In the eyes of the girl, the sport of Quidditch, which has taken the wizarding world by storm, has escalated from "extremely dangerous" to "killing matches".

A batsman like the Weasley twins is simply an executioner with a legal murder license.

On top of that, she couldn't figure out what kind of spells and magic a single stick could instantly stop a sixty-four-kilogram iron ball flying at high speed and forcibly change its flight direction.

You know, it's the equivalent of a shell fired from a heavy naval gun.

"Don't worry, Bludgers are usually bulky, as long as the Agility Point is not very likely to be hit. What's more, our academy batsmen, George and Fred, will protect Harry. Seamus Finigan shrugged his shoulders disappreciatively.

"But once you are hit, the probability of dying on the spot is more than 90 percent. Damn it! I don't understand why you are fascinated by such a dangerous sport. ”

Hermione rolled her eyes in anger and turned to consult with Zuo Si, who had always sat unsociably in the corner of the hall.

But before she could get closer, she suddenly saw Gemma Farley, the Slytherin prefect, walk straight in front of Zuo Si, and ask with a smile, "Will you come to see today's Quidditch match?" Or to put it another way, would you like to support our academy team? ”

"I don't want to. But if the Gryffindor batsmen could cripple Marcus Flint's simple-minded, well-limbed junk one by one, I'd be more than happy to see it in person. It's just a pity that the professors won't allow this to happen. ”

When he said this, Zuo Si showed a deep expression of regret on his face, and he didn't lower his voice at all, deliberately letting the Slytherin players who were eating not far away hear it.

Especially when the captain Marcus Flint heard that he was named and called "waste", he was immediately so angry that his face turned red, and he even directly crushed the boiled egg in his hand.

Several upperclassmen, dominated by anger, even subconsciously stood up and wanted to pull out their wands.

But after only a second, they all immediately regained their composure and sobriety.

Because the tip of the wand in Zuo Si's hand had begun to flash with dazzling white light at some point, and there was a smile full of anticipation and danger on his face, as if the next moment an incredibly powerful spell would shoot out from the front.

And this act instantly reminded them of the pain of being blocked in the stairs and burned by the flames on the first night of school.

Violence has always been proven to be the quickest and most effective way to counter violence.

Even the law is based on countering violence with violence.

Only when those who like to be violent taste the feeling of violence blessing on themselves will they become a little more restrained.

But Zuo Si obviously didn't intend to let the other party go like this, but continued to mock in front of the whole school: "See? This is the Slytherin team, a bunch of junk who only bully the soft and fear the hard. I'm not even sure if they can still be called men. Maybe Marcus Flint should take the lead in going to the Muggle hospital and cutting up the next thing for a sex reassignment operation, but it wouldn't be useful to keep it anyway. In this way, they can be called sisters to each other. ”

As this extremely insulting sentence came out, the students of the other colleges in the entire hall on the first floor were stunned for two or three seconds, and then they all let out a deafening burst of laughter.

In particular, the Gryffindor House, which was about to compete with Slytherin, stood up collectively and clapped vigorously while heathing loudly.

After all, the style of the Slytherin Quidditch team is very "dirty", and they often take advantage of the referee's inattention to use various foul tricks, so that no student will like them except for this house.

So when they were in trouble, they immediately attracted a large crowd of people who gloated and watched the fun.

Gemma Farley saw this and instantly realized that she had screwed up.

She originally wanted to use the Quidditch match to ease the tension between Zuo Si and the house, but she never expected it to directly intensify the conflict.

Looking at the angry eyes of the Slytherin students behind them, they definitely hated this anomaly now.

"Why do you have to do this?" Gemma Farley asked, frowning.

As a smart senior girl, she was sure that Zuo Si definitely deliberately didn't want to have a good relationship with other students in the academy, so she repeatedly provoked and stimulated the most sensitive nerve of the "little snakes".

Otherwise, no matter how much you hate those purebloods, you shouldn't target the entire Slytherin house.

"When you can figure this out, come and talk to me." Zuo Si said meaningfully.

In the end, Gemma Farley could only turn away with strong doubts and puzzles.

With her current vision, it was naturally impossible for her to see through Headmaster Dumbledore's thoughts.

Since suffering from the "Dark Lord Stress Syndrome", this old man, who is known as the greatest wizard of his time, will subconsciously become wary and wary of any young wizard with a precocious personality and outstanding magical talent.

Therefore, when Zuo Si shows a talent for horror magic, he must not have a good relationship with the Slytherin students, let alone become their leader.

Otherwise, it is 100% regarded as a potentially huge threat.

Of course, as a White Wizard, Dumbledore would certainly not do the kind of thing that would nip the threat in the bud.

But there are certainly targets and restrictions in all aspects.

This is also why Zuo Si has always been maverick in school, not only deliberately making a bad relationship with the students of his own college, but also not interacting with people from other colleges.

In addition to not wanting to play house games with a group of children, it was more to make Dumbledore clearly realize that he was fundamentally different from Voldemort.

"What did Gemma Farley tell you?"

After the Slytherin prefect had left, Hermione walked over and asked cautiously.

Zuo Si responded with a smile: "It's nothing, it's just some boring little tricks."

She tried to ease the tension between me and the other students in the academy, and then used it as a bargaining chip to gain more prestige.

There are so many ambitious people like this in Slytherin, but she's one of the few who hasn't had a grudge against me.

By the way, you are dressed like this, you probably want to go to a Quidditch match, right? ”

Hermione lowered her head and glanced at the conspicuous Gryffindor scarf and house badge on her body, and sighed slightly.

"Ugh - I just don't want anything to happen to Harry. You know, although his parents were wizards, they grew up in Muggle families, and their knowledge of Quidditch was limited to just over two months after entering school, and the training time did not add up to a hundred hours. ”

"Have fun, then. If George and Fred do knock Marcus Flint off the broomstick, remember to come and talk to me when it's over. ”

After saying this, Zuo Si stood up, turned around and disappeared at the corner of the stairs leading to the upper floor under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes.

You must know that at this time, almost all the students and professors in the school are attracted to the upcoming Quidditch match, so the whole castle is surprisingly quiet.

After a while, he was back in the room that had been assigned to his experiments.

Just as Zuo Si was about to take advantage of this opportunity when no one was there to try to create a big killing weapon like a Bludger, he suddenly heard a sound of footsteps in the corridor outside.

After about two or three seconds, the closed door opened automatically, and Quirinus Quirrell, who was always wearing a wide turban, walked in from outside.

"Is there anything you can do, Professor?"

Zuo Si narrowed his eyes and instantly raised his vigilance.

Because according to the original plot, this guy should have gone to the court to cast a curse on Harry Potter's broomstick.

"Why didn't you go to the pitch to watch a Quidditch match like the other students?" Quirrell asked with interest.

At this moment, his attitude of speaking did not stammer, timid, and afraid of things as usual, not only was he very fluent, but his tone also carried a certain strong sense of superiority.

Zuo Si deliberately pretended to be dismissive: "Because I don't have the slightest interest in that kind of boring wizarding sport that lacks ornamentation and fairness. If the school turns this ridiculous game into a duel, I might even take a look. ”

"Oh? Do you like wizard duels? ”

A subtle smile flashed in Quirrell's eyes.

"No, I just hope that I can learn more about mantra interpretation from the professors' demonstrations." Zuo Si explained quietly.

He could feel that the guy in front of him suddenly appeared in this room, and Voldemort must have been eyeing him.

I'm just not sure what the other party is trying to do.

Poor Quirrell didn't know that his biggest secret had been revealed, but he still nodded and praised, "It's really worthy of being hailed as a genius who can lead a new era in the future." If other people were as smart and studious as you are a tenth, then there wouldn't be so many who couldn't get through. LS (General Wizard Grading Exam) students. If nothing else, in a few years, you should be able to pass the Ultimate Wizard Rank Exam. ”

"Professor, what exactly are you trying to say? If anything, please be honest, my time is precious. Zuo Si urged with an impatient look.

"Oh, don't worry, dear Soth. Actually, I'm here today mainly to send out an invitation. I wonder if you're interested in joining a great wizard like me? ”

After going around in circles for a long time, Quirrell finally revealed his true colors.

In his opinion, no matter what kind of genius he is, he will inevitably develop a strong interest in magical powers, especially the dark arts, which are strictly forbidden by the Ministry of Magic.

So as long as he throws some dark magic spells and knowledge, he can lure Zuo Si over step by step to become Voldemort's servant.

By the time the other party notices it, there is no turning back.

In fact, this is how many young wizards were lured into becoming Death Eaters.

"A great wizard?" A very strange expression appeared on Zuo Si's face.

Because he really didn't think Voldemort had the slightest connection with the word greatness.

Maybe this guy is indeed a very powerful master of the dark arts, and has made the entire British wizarding community very afraid of him with his unscrupulous killing, but after all, he is just a second-rate who can't be put on the stage.

Quirrell nodded earnestly, "That's right. It's just that it's not convenient for me to reveal his name right now. Here's a note on spells that will never be taught in school, and I'm sure you'll understand it once you read it. ”

With that, Quirrell pulled out an old-looking notebook from his bosom, placed it lightly on the table, and quickly turned away with a meaningful smile.

After this guy walked away completely, Zuo Sicai picked it up and flipped through it, and found that all the records in it were black magic that was banned by the Ministry of Magic.

Most of them, he had seen in the forbidden section of the library, but there were a few spells that Voldemort had found or invented after graduation, but there were no three unforgivable spells.

"Interesting, is that guy with no nose trying to pull me into the gang?" Zuo Si touched his chin with a playful expression.

There is no doubt that if this notebook were given to other young wizards at Hogwarts, eighty percent would be attracted by the vicious spells with similar curse-like effects inside, and then unconsciously sink deeper and deeper.

But in his eyes, such a magic spell was too low-level.

Except for a few spells that still have some reference value, most of them don't even make people interested in learning.

So after reading it briefly, Zuo Si threw this notebook on the table at any time and concentrated on starting to practice his previous ideas.

I saw that he first fused a bunch of iron products found from the abandoned warehouse directly together to form a super large iron ball with a diameter of two meters.

In order to increase the lethality, countless raised steel needles were also carved on the surface of the iron ball, each about the length of two fingers.

There are also sharp blades extending up to 70 centimeters on both sides.

For more than an hour, Zuo Si followed the method of making Bludgers recorded in the books, and gave this "big killer" a variety of spells one after another.

After a series of enchantments are completed, it floats in the air out of thin air, spinning at high speed like a spinning top at a speed that is indistinguishable to the naked eye.

It is estimated that if someone accidentally approaches at this time, it will be cut into minced meat or pureed meat in minutes.

It is foreseeable that when this thing starts to smash at a certain target at a speed of 300 kilometers per hour, the scene will be very bloody and brutal, and not even a single corpse will be left.

Because at the moment of approaching, the blade that first rotates at high speed will cut a person alive into countless small pieces.

The steel needles will then grind the small pieces of minced meat into minced meat.

In the end, it endured another impact of an iron ball weighing dozens of tons, and was completely wiped out.

Not to mention people, it is estimated that even the fire dragon will die tragically on the spot, and there is no chance of surviving at all.

Once again, the world's most powerful magic has never been an unforgivable spell, nor is it a visually stunning high-level spell like fire or water dungeon, but a Bludger invented in the sport of Quidditch.

As long as you throw this thing to a sufficient height, and then use your flight ability and gravitational acceleration to smash it straight to the designated target, it will basically hit and die, and there will be no suspense at all.

Unless the opponent can perceive the danger in advance two or three seconds in advance at the last moment, and use the illusion to escape.

Otherwise, it doesn't matter if you are Dumbledore or Voldemort, you will be dead on the spot if you are hit by a "Physics Orb".

"Well, it seems pretty good. But where am I going to find something to test its power? Zuo Si was obviously a little difficult.

He was sure that if he took it outside the school, he would be caught by the professors in a matter of minutes and confiscated.

After much hesitation, Zuo Si finally made a constant shrinkage technique, reduced it to only one-sixteenth of the original, and then stuffed it into a satchel and carried it with him.

When I returned to Ferron during the Christmas holidays, there were things I could use to experiment.

If it works well, he's going to get a few dozen, then make a separate container to store and release it all at once when needed, and return it to its normal size.

Thinking of dozens of high-speed spinning iron balls that could tear flesh and blood to pieces in an instant, killing all sides on the battlefield, and the terrified expressions on the faces of the enemies, Zuo Si's heart was full of anticipation.

On top of that, it's not only incredibly lethal, but it's also very cheap to make.

Now there's only one land left, and he can play as much as he wants in any world.

Of course, there's another option to craft into a treasure card.

However, it cost more mana than that, and it didn't fit the original design concept, so it was simply eliminated.

Just as Zuosi was thinking about what opportunity he should find to make a Hogwarts land, the Weasley twin brother burst through the door.

One of them raised his hands excitedly and shouted, "Win!" We won! Harry didn't let us down! He managed to catch the Golden Snitch in his first match! ”

"And that's not all! We also Marcus Flint off the broomstick. He broke at least two legs and six ribs, and half of his arm was smashed by the Bludger, and the sight of blood flying in the air was spectacular. Presumably the poor creature will lie with Madam Pomfrey for at least a week. Fred quickly added gloating.

"Well done! As a reward for your performance, I'll make each of you a flying broomstick later, guaranteed to be ten times better than the latest model of the Halo 2000. Zuo Si smiled and promised.

Because he knew that the reason why the two brothers were willing to do this was purely to appreciate the high prize money they had paid during this time.

For those who know about Entubao, Zuo Si always doesn't mind giving each other some extra benefits.

"You also make flying broomsticks?!" George was momentarily stunned.

Zuo Si nodded lightly: "Of course." Flying broomsticks are not a secret technology, and many wizards do.

It's just that there are so many magic spells that need to be used and constant in the crafting process that it's impossible to be good at every one.

Therefore, the process of making brooms has gradually been eliminated with technological upgrades, and has been monopolized by some large workshops.

But as it happens, I've learned all of these spells, and I'm going to add some even cooler effects to them.

So, are you interested in becoming a tester? ”

"Hahahaha! It was our pleasure! Make sure you make the coolest broomstick possible, and we're thinking of saving up a little bit more to get a 2000 Halo like Harry's. Fred laughed happily.

George also grinned and echoed: "That's right! We've wanted to send the Sweep Five Stars to the museum for a long time. Because they're so old that they can't keep up with the latest models of brooms. ”

Obviously, the Weasley twins have experienced the joy of "white prostitution" without a teacher.

Although they don't yet know exactly how far the performance of the two new brooms will be, free is undoubtedly the best.

"Give me a little time, and if nothing else, you should be able to receive this gift by Christmas. Also, it's best to be prepared, I'm not the kind of person who follows the rules and makes brooms the traditional way. Zuo Si touched his chin and reminded with interest.

"Hah! It doesn't matter, I like something different. Oh yes, this is the swelling potion we made in Potions class some time ago. Last time, you said you wanted to get some to experiment, so we took the time to help you get some. ”

As he spoke, Fred quickly took out seven or eight of the solutions in glass bottles from his pocket and threw them on the table.

"Thanks, it saved me a lot of effort."

Zuo Si immediately waved his wand and placed all the potions in order in the cabinet in the corner.

If there is one thing that satisfies him most about the magic system of this world, it is undoubtedly the use of magic in his daily life.

Whether it's Floo powder that can be teleported over long distances through the fireplace, or chores such as washing vegetables, cooking, making tea, cleaning, and repairing with the wielding of a magic wand, wizards have been successfully freed from heavy manual labor.

In a way, that's what a peaceful, healthy, magical society should look like.

"You're welcome, it's just a gesture. Hey...... Is the book on the table yours? ”

George suddenly found the notebook that Quirrell had left behind, and was immediately captivated by the few dark magic records recorded in it.

"If you like it, take it back and watch it. But promise me not to lend it to anyone else. You know, these are all spells that are strictly forbidden by the Ministry of Magic, and you should never use them in school unless you want to go to Azkaban. Zuo Si solemnly issued a warning.

He has always been quite tolerant of the so-called "black magic".

The reason and the simplicity.

The "vicious" magic, known in this world as the Three Unforgivable Spells, is nothing in the eyes of the casters of Faeron.

Flipping through the list of spells and taking a look at the necromancy, there are simply more vicious than Avada's life.

As for the Imperius Curse......

Sorry, at a glance, almost half of the enchantment system is a spell that seduces and controls others.

And the Piercing Heart Curse, which claims to be able to torture people insane, is nothing more than simple physical pain, and cannot be compared with the pain and despair caused by imprisoning and torturing souls.