Chapter 572 Fragile Adults

Hogwarts calendar year 999, 1992 AD.

April 21st, 9:40 am. (For details about the Magic Era, see Chapter 361)

The area around the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch was packed with people, like a feast of revenge.

Meryl Streep, the prefect of Ravenclaw House, lightly covered her mouth and exclaimed in disbelief.

"Oh my gosh, I've never seen so many people at Hogwarts today."

"Stop talking about you, I have been teaching at Hogwarts for decades and I have never seen this scene."

Professor Flitwick shook his head and looked at the wizards who continued to pour into the stadium, and also marveled. His feet were floating a foot above the ground, barely blocking his sight from the crowd.

Ever since they heard about the importance of the public trial that was about to take place today, wizards had gathered here from all over the country in order to know the results of Peter Pettigrew's trial as soon as possible and the final destination of their life savings.

You know, with the sudden escape of the "Magic Federal Reserve", most wizarding families felt as if the sky had collapsed, almost instantly falling into incompetent rage. At this time, the company registrant information unearthed by the Ministry of Magic , and the news that Hogwarts has captured Peter Pettigrew, is like the only light in despair.

Almost every wizard's face was filled with gloom. The anger of being defrauded of all their property had completely ignited their brains, so much so that it was so rare for them to return to Hogwarts that they didn't even enter the castle. Run to the Quidditch pitch.

But for the little wizards of Gryffindor, this is not a happy thing.

Because the Quidditch pitch at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is right next to Gryffindor's potato patch...

"Hey! You can't step on that soil! Bastard!"

"If you can, just fly in! Don't step on our potatoes!"

A dozen little lions wearing Gryffindor robes stood beside their potato fields angrily, looking at each one of them from outside the school with unkind expressions, and the expressions on their faces gradually began to become manic.

"Go to the side! Go to the side! Do you hear me?!"

After trying to dissuade him again to no avail, a boy pulled out his wand and shouted loudly at the wizard who was trampling on the vegetable patch not far away.

"It's too much! You stepped on the potatoes I planted! There are many obstacles!"

The scorching magic light beam flew straight out, hitting the middle-aged wizard who was walking in a hurry, flipping him face down into the dirt, and fell into a doggy style.

"Little bastard? I was in a bad mood to begin with. What are you doing..."

The middle-aged wizard quickly reacted and got up from the ground on his hands and knees. He cursed and pulled out his wand. He was about to teach the student in front of him a lesson. He had been defrauded of all his wealth. At this time, he was holding back his anger. vent.

However, before he could fully raise his arm, a series of chanting sounds came from his ears.

"Expelliarmus!"

"Expelliarmus!"

"Armor protection!"

"Mud Wall Guard!"

"Turn mud into stone!"

"There are many obstacles!"

Seeing the adult wizard preparing to cast a spell, the effects of the Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons over the past few months were immediately apparent.

Several young wizards from Gryffindor House reflexively quickly formed two three-person tactical teams. Following the instructions taught by Professor "Otto Apocalypse" in class, they quickly built a defensive end and conducted magical firepower. suppress.

As the little wizards on this side took the initiative, the other Gryffindor little wizards guarding the edge of the potato field finally began to give up their ineffective persuasion work, directly drew out their wands, and participated in the small magical conflict in the potato defense battle.

At the beginning, these angry wizards who came from all directions, were strangers to each other, and were still trying to fight back.

After all, most people are full of depression. In this kind of mood, they don't care whether the opposite is a group of students who have not graduated. In other words, it is precisely because they see clearly that the opposite is still students. He chose to use this reason to pour out his frustration and anger that he had nowhere to vent on them.

However, the cruel reality once again taught these wizards who had graduated many years ago a lesson.

According to previous statistics from the Ministry of Magic, although many wizards in the magic world continue to increase their magic power after graduation, their skills and knowledge in magic countermeasures have fallen behind a lot. Many people in the Ministry of Magic do not even have the ability to use "armor for protection". good.

What's more, most of the wizards who had slightly better academic performance had entered the Ministry of Magic, and they would not have gathered from all directions like this and eagerly walked past the signs and directly to the Quidditch pitch.

Faced with a group of students who work together tacitly, the first generation Dark Lord personally teaches students how to fight in magic every week.

After only being covered by the first two waves of magical firepower, the group of adult wizards who rashly invaded Gryffindor's potato field were all knocked to the ground, their wands were thrown to the ground, and they curled up on the ground and groaned in pain.

Some of them, who were already full of bitterness and depression, finally returned to school and planned to ask for an explanation. Before they could see the culprit, they were pushed to the ground and beaten violently by a group of students. At this time, their eyes even turned red. point.

"So many people, so many people have invested, why did something like this happen...I don't want interest, no more, I just want my savings, which are savings I have saved for many years...still Can you give it to me..."

"Damn Peter Pettigrew, I'm a pureblood too! Why did you cheat me out of my money..."

To the surprise of the vigilant students, the middle-aged wizards who had been knocked to the ground by the curse did not become irritable or act aggressively again. Instead, they sat slumped in the dirt, looking slightly crazy. The ground murmured.

"Fred, George, what should we do now..."

"Of course, according to what the professor taught in class, collect the wand, clean the battlefield, and check whether you have any magic items..."

Fred Weasley rolled his eyes at Lee Jordan beside him and answered without thinking.

George Weasley nodded in agreement and added.

"Don't forget, if you encounter resistance or someone who is mumbling words, don't get close and add two magic spells first."

The strength of these adult wizards who came to participate in the public trial was really too weak, not even as good as the Slytherin Academy team of the same grade. This was completely beyond Fred's expectations, especially...

Fred looked at the hands of those people who were bound by magic ropes, and there were a few traces of magic spells printed on the washed white wizard robes. His eyes seemed to have started to turn red, and they were defeated by their spells as soon as they met. The adult wizard shook his head helplessly.

Alas, these adults are too fragile.

"Stop! Those are children, don't attack those students..."

"Ministry of Magic Auror, order you to stop immediately..."

Until then, a surprised voice came out from the direction of the castle gate not far away.

The people from the Ministry of Magic who had just arrived at Hogwarts through portkeys, led by Albus Dumbledore and other professors, were walking towards this direction in a mighty manner, and they finished speaking in frightened and angry voices. All that was left was surprise.

"Oh my God, what the hell is going on?"

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Chapter One.