The scales of many monsters can withstand the spells of wizards.

For example, Hagrid's snails have been bred with armor that reflects most magical spells.

The more artificially cultivated, the more powerful this magic-resistant scale armor becomes.

After all, it's a manual screening.

The fire magic just now, although it was not a fire spell, also had a high temperature that burned through the steel plate.

As for the basilisk - it only burned its abdomen, and it was curled up almost unharmed by the flames.

"So, sometimes, a sword is better than a spell." Owen glanced at the Gryffindor Sword in the old headmaster's hand with some blush.

If nothing else, he estimated that he would not be qualified to use this weapon in his life.

Hey~ So, why did Ms. Hufflepuff keep a gold cup?

If only I kept a Holy Grail!

He summoned the Silly King on the spot! A curry stick takes away the ugly thing in front of you.

"Well, maybe you're right." The old headmaster nodded slightly, and a trace of undetectable excitement flashed quickly on his face, thinking that back then, he was also a well-known troublemaker of Gryffindor, but now that he is older, the adventures of those young people are too childish for him.

But——Isn't there a teenager who will never grow up hidden in the heart of every serious man?

The Gryffindor sword, with a ruby the size of an egg, was held up by the old headmaster.

Flashing with cold light!

"Bang!"

The basilisk seemed to notice how terrible the old, white-bearded, hunter-dressed old wizard really was.

Suddenly, its curled body popped out like a slingshot.

However, the target was not Dumbledore, but Owen, who was watching the play.

"Huh?"

The sudden turn of events startled Owen.

The main thing is that he really just came to hang up.

Just watch the big guy farm monsters.,There's no need not to interfere.,Save the trouble of the big guy.。

However, since there are people who send them to the door, there is no reason not to rob them.

Just as Owen reached out his wand and prepared to take the foolish basilisk away with a shot of ancient magic.

said that it was too late and that it was fast, and the old principal took a good walk.

Holding a silver sword in one hand and a wand in the other, the illusion instantly shifted in front of him.

Then the wand in his hand flowed with golden light.

The bright light nearly blinded Owen's eyes.

I saw that the cloud-like light turned into an impregnable wall.

The little basilisk threw his head up and crashed straight into it!

"Hiss!"

A cry of pain reached Owen's ears, and then, in his tearful, squinted eyes, the figure of Headmaster Dumbledore was reflected.

He spread his hands out.

STARING UP AT THE BASILISK HAUGHTILY, HE ROARED, "YOU SHALL NOT PASS." ”

“？？？”

The book on your desk is The Lord of the Rings!

You're really cosplaying Gandalf!

"Ah~~~ Don't add any more drama to yourself, professor!!"

"It's just a little basilisk!"

"Hiss!"

The basilisk struggled violently, but to no avail, and the chains of white light bound it firmly.

Its dark green scales reflected a vague figure.

It was Dumbledore.

He held up the sword in his hand from a thousand years ago, Gryffindor.

Swing suddenly.

With the "Bang! With a muffled thud, the basilisk's massive body fell heavily to the ground.

Black inky blood spurted out like a sweeping rainstorm.

This sword actually cut off its head directly.

Grey-robed Swordmaster Gandalf Dumbledore Limited Edition.

The old headmaster stood in front of the basilisk's corpse, and his heroic posture was indeed a bit of a legendary wizard's demeanor.

"Professor." Owen walked over and looked at Dumbledore sincerely, "Promise me, don't look at those playthings anymore, okay?" ”

"At your age, shouldn't you continue to shine in the wizarding world?"

"How many papers did you publish in Metamorphosis Weekly this year? Is the experiment of alchemy still being studied? Also, have you ever considered writing a book like "Advanced White Magic Demystified"? ”

"Did you walk around the school board? When do you plan to start renovating the girls' toilet on the third floor? Is there any news from the International Confederation of Wizards? Is there anything new there is in Nicolame? ”

"Ilvermorny, Beauxbatons, Durmstrong, Castrobusche, Magic, Vagado, Cordosdoris do you still keep in touch? Can I organize an exchange meeting between the faculties? ”

"Look at you, you're so busy, how can you still have time."

Owen babbled on and on, strongly criticizing Professor Dumbledore's increasingly lazy work style and conservative thinking of guarding only one acre and three points of his own land.

"I'll tell you, Professor, just last time, the last time I scared them with spiders, there were more than thirty young wizards present, and only Harry and them resisted, and the rest all turned around and fled!" At this moment, it seemed that Owen was the headmaster of Hogwarts, standing in the empty hall of the secret room, talking and laughing, and pointing out the country.

"How can this work!"

"In the future, the greatest magic school in the world will be changed to Ilvermorny!" Owen shook his head.

He took out a small bag from his pocket, and took out a silver knife, a dozen glass bottles, and twenty ceramic jars.

Then he walked towards the corpse of the basilisk step by step.

"I've always felt that there is something wrong with the Hogwarts education system, what can I learn in just seven years? Put it in the Muggle world, and you will graduate from high school! ”

"High school! I could have killed several Cambridge Oxfords by throwing a brick in London, and I had a in high school. ”

"Magic is a handicraft, and after graduation, the next experimental research and spell practice all need to be carried by the instructor."

Owen, who was preparing the barbecue ingredients—ah—no—kept the precious magic ingredients, continued, "Hey! Leave me alone, you now, go back to the office and think about it, and talk to the portraits of the previous principals. ”

"As for this question of Hogwarts' current and long-term development - don't worry about it - think of me, your time should be spent fighting for the liberation of wizards for the rest of your life, I ————"

"Hey! Ay!!! Don't pinch, don't pinch! It's going to fall, it's really going to fall! ”

Owen, who was squatting down, his eyes shining, and preparing to loot the loot and touch the corpse, suddenly felt a pain in his right ear, and the whole person was lifted up.

Oh! It was the captain who found out that he was going to black gear!

Professor Dumbledore, putting the Gryffindor sword back into the Sorting Hat, twisted Owen's ears into twists. (Actually, no)

"I was wrong, I was really wrong." Seeing his grandmother's anger, Owen hurriedly pretended to be in pain and said.

Immediately, Professor Dumbledore let go of his hand.

I'm not wrong, where am I wrong?

(End of chapter)