MTL - The Existence of Harry Potter-Chapter 53 crisis

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"Today I'll collect some interest from you. I want to see how long Gellert's shriveled tortoise will stay in Nurmengard!"

Asker was slightly stunned. Although there were not one or two people who wanted to trouble him, pick quarrels, and bully him for various legitimate or improper reasons, it was rare that they dared to insult old Grindelwald in public. see you. Old Grindelwald went to prison, but his sympathizers, supporters and supporters have not all died. Those who dared to speak ill of old Grindelwald were basically punished by them. , The reason for being fearless is that he is not fighting alone.

Touching his chin, Ask said to the boss who had already rolled up his sleeves, aggressively, and with a grinning smile, said to him, "Although this is not the first time I have encountered this situation, I still want to ask a question. …”

"Hoo~"

The boss is not so patient, and he is not interested in communicating with Ask more, and his huge palm grabs at Ask with a thunderous force. He didn't use magic spells, maybe because he didn't think it was necessary, or because he felt that he couldn't be too shameless. In his opinion, if he wanted to deal with an eleven- or twelve-year-old child, wouldn't he be able to capture it?

It's just that this is not the first time Asker has encountered this situation. If he can't handle this, I'm afraid he doesn't know where he died long ago, and his bones can be taken out to play drums.

Ask is not polite, it is not necessary anyway, he raised his index finger and pointed at the boss.

"It's all petrified!"

At this time, the distance between the two was less than half a meter, and the curse was shot on the boss almost instantly. His body was petrified a little bit, from the foot to the head, but the slow speed made Ask couldn't help frowning.

Here, it is necessary to mention magic resistance, except for special constitutions, such as the skin of trolls with high magic resistance, who often use magic spells, people with high magic power, or wizards who are often attacked by magic spells, their magic resistance Sex is also very high, the magic spell may work, but the effect must not be optimistic.

Asker once met a wizard. In prison, he was hunted by several Aurors, and he fell to the ground after being hit eleven stun spells in a row. Only later did they know that the wizard, who had been determined to be a villain since he was a child, began to exercise his resistance to magic spells from a very early age. It has persisted for more than ten years, and has developed a good magic resistance.

In fact, this training method is similar to brain defense.

After all, the petrification spell was still effective, the boss's movements slowed down obviously, and he also noticed this. It can be seen that this is also a good player. Although he was shattered by Ask's stickless casting, after he calmed down, he also used the staffless casting to give himself a "curse and stop".

The first confrontation, half a catty versus eight taels, was evenly divided.

In fact, Asker was slightly better, but he did not pursue the chase just now for some reason, and let the boss calmly release the curse.

"…Humph!"

The boss snorted coldly. Obviously, he also realized that Asker was showing mercy and was "let off" by an inconspicuous little guy. This is not something to be happy about. However, at this time, his anger has also dissipated a lot, and after calming down, he has no fighting intentions.

"Do you want to continue?"

Asked with a smile, his hands behind his back, he held a tricky prop that could emit strong light, similar to a flash bomb. As long as he is willing, the small props such as smoke balls, flea powder, and arseno sand in his pockets will still be a headache if he really wants to use them on one person.

"Are you really his grandson?" the boss asked suddenly.

"Is it any good to pretend to be his grandson?"

Ask rhetorically, Asker didn't get any benefit anyway, but the trouble was always with him, and even almost destroyed him.

"That's right..." The boss nodded in agreement, his body relaxed, but his face was still very unfriendly, "You are not welcome at the Pig's Head Bar, you can go!"

"Didn't you say you want to charge some interest from me?"

Asker asked indifferently, the boss's expression changed a bit, but he just snorted, squeezed past Asker, and returned to the back of the bar.

ignore...

That's a good idea, isn't it?

Asker shrugged his shoulders, put down the three silver ticks, and left the Pig's Head Bar dashingly.

The guests in the pig head bar, they seem to be deaf and blind, eating food, drinking and drinking, chatting and chatting, what to do, what else to do. This day, for them, is just a day in ordinary life, whether it's the owner of the pig's head bar who calls himself "Dumbledore's uncle" or a little boy who calls himself "Grindelwald's grandson", these and their Is it relevant?

Well, not everyone doesn't care. Someone who was also huddled in the corner didn't raise his head until Asker left. UUkanshu www.uukanshu.com glanced at the owner of the pig's head bar, and then looked again. There was no one at the table, so he glanced at the door for the last time, raised the glass thoughtfully, and drank it.

"Grindelwald's grandson... what an interesting kid, isn't he?"

An evil and gloomy voice whispered, and just listening to it made people feel uncomfortable.

"Honorable and great master, that's just an arrogant, ignorant boy, he doesn't deserve your attention." Quirrell responded to his master's words in a respectful tone, "As far as I know, he just relies on With the power of old Grindelwald, he is unscrupulous and makes enemies everywhere, this is not what smart people do..."

"It's interesting because he's not smart enough, isn't it?" After a pause, the wicked voice continued: "What do you think would be interesting if something happened to old Grindelwald's grandson at Hogwarts? What's the matter?"

Quirrell was stunned for a moment, then looked worried.

"Quirro, did you hear the legend of the Chamber of Secrets when you were studying at Hogwarts?"

"…No."

Quirrell replied with some panic, this time, the expected punishment did not come, the master of the evil voice has completely ignored his existence, and just said to himself in a terrifying, sinister tone: "I think , Dumbledore will probably like the gift I gave him... Although Christmas has passed, this gift will definitely make him remember me again..."

"I am his nightmare!"