Chapter 236 The Real Killer Weapon (a 10,000-Word Chapter, Please Subscribe)

After the Halloween troll invasion, the entire Hogwarts has returned to peace again.

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

And Snape has become vigilant, not giving the latter even the slightest chance.

But for students, entering November means a big thing is happening, and that is the Quidditch season that will be held as scheduled every semester.

That kind of fanatical atmosphere was incomprehensible to Zuo Si, who had always been completely interested in sports competitions.

What made him even more confused was that in order to argue about which team was stronger, many students would bet all their pocket money throughout the semester, or even get into fights over it.

Anyway, as the first Quidditch match of this semester approaches, the frictions and conflicts between the various colleges begin to heat up rapidly, making both professors and castle administrators extremely annoyed.

Especially the students of Gryffindor House are looking forward to the famous savior Harry Potter's outstanding performance in the competition.

It would be best to defeat the old enemy Slytherin House and bring back both the Quidditch trophy and the House Cup.

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

Because he has never been so favored and expected by others, he is afraid that he will disappoint everyone if he does not do well enough, and 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 have officially entered the cold and wet winter.

In order to keep warm, the little wizards put on thick and warm coats, and even had special scarves printed with the emblems of their respective colleges.

Whenever possible, they gathered around a fireplace or campfire to keep warm.

The only maverick in the entire Hogwarts castle was Zuo Si, who did not wear any clothing with the colors of his own school. He still only had a pure black robe, and even the logo symbolizing Slytherin House had been torn off.

This kind of naked contempt and disdain for this college made many Slytherin students very angry.

They couldn't even figure out why the Sorting Hat would send such an alien in.

But apart from the impotent rage in their hearts, these little wizards could do nothing at all.

After all, in terms of strength, Zuo Si could defeat a group of them by himself, and he was an expert in conspiracy.

Several senior girls even tried to add love potions to drinks and food, intending to use this method to tame the unruly genius Zuo Si.

But without exception, they all ended up drinking it for no apparent reason, and ended up falling into crazy narcissism.

The ugly appearance he showed under the effect of the potion will definitely become the dark history that he is least willing to recall and face in his life.

In the end, it was thanks to the antidote concocted by Dean Snape that he finally returned to normal.

Since then, the act of drugging Zuo Si has become a taboo in Slytherin House.

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

For the unknown, most people’s first subconscious reaction is often not curiosity, but fear from the bottom of their hearts.

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

Therefore, Slytherin House's fear of him is growing day by day.

Some senior students even started calling Zuo Si "King Cobra".

As one of the few snakes that eat snakes, this title symbolizes its special status within the academy and the fear it has from other students.

Lucius Malfoy even wrote a letter to Draco himself, strictly forbidding his son from provoking Zuo Si again.

You must know that he has come from the era of Voldemort and understands what such a terrifying magical talent means.

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

When the time came to the eve of the Quidditch match, George, one of the Weasley twins, suddenly asked after finishing his assistant work: "Hey, Soos. Will you go to the game tomorrow?"

"No, it won't."

Zuo Si gave a negative answer without hesitation.

There's nothing wrong with his mind.

I would not sit on a high platform outside in such a cold and humid climate, blowing the cold wind, risking being hit by Bludgers and players falling off broomsticks, and watch a game that is basically nothing to enjoy. Sexy and boring game.

Because the speed of the broomstick is very fast, and there is no big screen replay of Muggle world sports competitions on the court, it is almost impossible to see clearly the players who are like black dots in the distance with the naked eye.

And its rules are not fair at all.

Among them, catching the Golden Snitch can instantly score 150 points and end the game. It is almost like a joke. It directly turns other team members into circus clowns serving the Seeker, just to be caught by the Golden Snitch. Provide a little entertainment and jokes before the show to prevent the audience from falling asleep due to boredom.

In addition, what should I do if I cannot catch the Golden Snitch for a long time?

Are these players really allowed 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 would probably have run out long ago, and what would be the point of the game?

The most outrageous thing is that this extremely dangerous and barbaric competition does not distinguish between male and female groups at all, so it is extremely unfair to younger students and female participants.

When players collide with each other on broomsticks, you don't need to ask to know that the lighter one is going to suffer the most.

This also leads to the fact that among the teams of the four houses of Hogwarts, Slytherin, who only pursues victory, is almost all strong boys in the senior class.

Although the other three teams have girls, there are usually only one or two, and most of their roles are substitutes or seekers, positions that do not require fierce confrontation.

In addition, books introducing Quidditch also list more than 700 foul methods, and all of them have appeared in the World Cup...

There are so many ways to cheat, and the monitoring and response measures are so minimal. They basically rely on the referee's naked eyes. Doesn't this encourage fouling in disguise?

Oh, yes, and the iron bludger that can kill people.

Yes!

You heard it right!

This thing is iron! Do! of!

Not only is it easy to tear down a grandstand or something, but it can also chase broomsticks like the Nimbus 2000 that can fly at high speeds.

Just 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.

Then it hits the human body at an average speed of 300 kilometers per hour. How terrifying is the kinetic energy it can generate?

You must know that the modern M1857 field gun, which was brilliant in the American Civil War, and the shells also known as Napoleon cannons, are far less than one-third the size and weight of a bludger.

It is estimated that only the thirty-pound main naval gun used by the British Royal Navy can barely compete with it.

This means that the players on the Quidditch field are constantly being chased by a cannonball fired from a super-heavy artillery with its own tracking function.

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

According to normal mechanics, even if just one arm is hit, the whole person will fly up and then fall headfirst to the ground. The chance of breaking the neck or smashing the head is more than 50%. .

If he was unlucky and the Bludger fell vertically on the spot, the savior would have to say goodbye to his colorful life in advance.

As for that arm, it definitely shouldn't be as simple as just a broken bone, but it would fly directly from the body and be accompanied by horrific bleeding.

Although with the current level of trauma treatment in the magic world, anyone who doesn't die on the spot can basically be saved.

But what if it's a headshot or a heart attack?

One hundred percent will die on the spot!

There won’t even be any suspense!

Zuo Si seriously suspected that the guy who originally joined the Bludger setting probably wanted to use this method to retaliate against society.

In his opinion, compared to the Bludgers, all three Unforgivable Curses were weak.

The former can even kill people reasonably and legally.

However, although Zuo Si is not very interested in the Quidditch game, he is very interested in the production process of Bludgers. He plans to find time to study it and make several solid iron balls and inlay them with fine gold. spikes or blades, and ultimately a constant shrinking technique.

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

Of course, functions such as high-speed spinning cutting can also be added on this basis to increase the lethality.

In short, Zuo Si is very optimistic about weapons developed based on bludgers.

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

"Yeah. Especially captain Marcus Flint, don't be polite when you can do something evil."

When he said these words, Zuo Si's tone revealed his naked and undisguised malice towards the senior.

He would never forget that this was the guy who made the most noise on the first night of school and had been trying to stir up trouble in private.

"OK! Got it! Don't worry, we promise to knock Marcus Flint off the broom during the game tomorrow." George promised confidently.

Fred echoed with a smirk on his face: "That's right. We will swing the bat and hit the Bludger hard towards Marcus Flint, so that he can taste what it feels like to fall off the broom. .”

"Hehe... when we joined the team and chose to be hitters, wasn't it just to knock those annoying guys off their broomsticks on the court?"

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

George and Fred high-fived each other in perfect harmony, with happy smiles on their faces.

Seeing the two living creatures begin to use their funny talents again, Hermione couldn't help but hold her forehead and ask: "If I remember correctly, being hit by a Bludger should be a very dangerous thing, right?"

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

Fred replied in the affirmative without thinking.

"Then you still use it to hit people? Aren't you afraid of killing people?" Hermione's voice suddenly rose an octave.

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

George shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "If anyone is killed by a Bludger on the court, it can only be blamed on his bad luck and cannot blame others. By the way, the person hit by the Bludger dies. It went very quickly and I didn’t feel any pain at all.”

"Totally agree! I once watched a game when I was a kid. There was a poor seeker who didn't notice the Bludger flying from the side, and his head was smashed on the spot." Fred also added to the jealousy. said.

It can be seen from the casual attitude of the twin brothers that they do not care much about death in this dangerous sport.

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

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

"Oh my God! This is so barbaric and bloody. I can't believe that the Ministry of Magic has banned many dark arts, but it has not banned this ridiculous game that has caused countless casualties."

Hermione was obviously frightened by the horrific scenes described by the two brothers.

After all, she has been a top student and a good child 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, the current Minister of Magic will be impeached and removed from office in minutes. You don't understand the importance of Quidditch 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 Quidditch and how it gradually developed into the first national sport in the wizarding world. process.

It even listed some very famous Quidditch players in school, such as Professor McGonagall, the headmaster of Gryffindor.

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

At least it was difficult for Hermione to see the slightest hint of a Quidditch player in Professor McGonagall, who always maintained a serious look.

It is even more unimaginable that this respectable professor put on a team uniform and rode a broom in the sky when he was young, colliding with opponents savagely, and then winning one game after another.

But in any case, through George and Fred's description, the girl finally had a deep understanding of the status of Quidditch in the magical world.

Its importance and popularity far exceed football's status in the Muggle world.

Early the next morning, the lobby on the first floor was crowded.

Since there were no classes, almost the entire school's students of all ages gathered here, enjoying a rich and nutritious breakfast while discussing which college team would win the championship trophy this year.

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

And this kind of public discussion, being criticized by others in public, made poor Harry so nervous that he couldn't even eat.

"You must have a few bites of breakfast."

"I don't want to eat anything."

"At least have a piece of toast."

"I'm not hungry."

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

He even saw his roommate Seamus Finnegan smearing ketchup on the sausages on his plate, and vowed: "Eat some, man, you need to maintain sufficient physical strength. Because the Seeker is always The opponent's key target. If you don't eat and don't have enough strength by then, you might be knocked off the broom."

"And the Bludger! That thing is so dangerous! It's like a high-speed moving cannonball. If it's hit in the head or heart, you'll probably die on the spot. You have to be extra careful." Just came from the library. Hermione reminded worriedly when she came back.

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

The result is not clear even if you look at it, and you will be shocked when you look at it.

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

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

In the eyes of girls, Quidditch, which is popular throughout the wizarding world, has been upgraded from "extremely dangerous" to a "killing game."

Beaters like the Weasley twins were executioners with a legal license to kill.

The most important thing is that she simply can't figure out what kind of spells and magic are contained in a mere stick, which can actually stop a high-speed flying 64 kilogram iron ball in an instant and forcibly change its flight direction.

You must know that this is equivalent to a shell fired from a heavy naval gun.

"Don't worry, Bludgers are generally heavy and heavy. As long as you are smart, the possibility of being hit is not high. What's more, our academy's batters, George and Fred, will protect Harry." Seamus Feeney Gan shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.

"But the probability of death on the spot if hit is over 90%. Damn it! I don't understand why you are obsessed with such a dangerous sport."

Hermione rolled her eyes angrily and turned to find Zuo Si, who was always sitting in the corner of the hall and was unsociable, to discuss countermeasures.

But before she could get closer, she suddenly saw Slytherin's female prefect Gemma Farley passing her and walking directly in front of Zuo Si. She asked with a smile: "Are you coming to watch today's Quidditch match?" ? Or to put it another way, would you like to support our academy’s team?”

"I don't want to. But if the Gryffindor team's batters can smash Marcus Flint's simple-minded, muscular wastes one by one from the sky and smash them into cripples, I would be very happy to go there in person. Let’s enjoy it live. It’s a pity that the professors won’t allow this to happen.”

When saying these words, Zuo Si had a look of deep regret on his face and did not lower his voice at all, deliberately letting the Slytherin members who were eating not far away hear.

Especially when captain Marcus Flint heard that he was called out and called "trash", he immediately turned red with anger and even crushed the boiled egg in his hand.

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

But just one second later, everyone immediately regained their composure and clarity.

Because the tip of the wand in Zuo Si's hand began to flash with dazzling white light at some point, and a smile full of expectation and danger hung on his face, as if a powerful spell would be shot from the tip at the next moment.

This action reminded them instantly of the pain caused by being blocked in the stairs and being burned by flames on the first night of school.

Facts have proven that fighting violence with violence is always the fastest and most effective way.

Even the law is based on fighting violence with violence.

Only when those guys who like to commit violence taste the feeling of violence blessing them will they become a little more restrained.

But Zuo Si obviously didn't intend to let the opponent go just like that, but continued to taunt him in front of all the students in the school: "Did you see it? This is the Slytherin College team, a group of losers who only bully the weak and fear the strong. I'm not even sure , can they still be called men? Maybe Marcus Flint should take the lead in going to a Muggle hospital to cut off the thing below and do a sex reassignment operation. It is useless to keep it anyway. In this way, they Then we can call each other sisters."

As these extremely insulting words were blurted out, the students from other colleges in the entire hall on the first floor were stunned for two or three seconds, and then they all burst into deafening laughter.

Especially Gryffindor House, which was about to have a match with Slytherin, stood up, applauded vigorously, and booed loudly.

After all, the Slytherin Quidditch team's style is very "dirty" and they often use various foul methods when the referee is not paying attention. As a result, no students except this college will like them.

So when they ran into trouble, they immediately attracted a large group of people who were gloating and watching.

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

She originally wanted to use the Quidditch game to ease the tense relationship between Zuo Si and the academy, but she never expected that it directly intensified the conflict.

Looking at the angry eyes of the Slytherin students behind him, you can tell that they absolutely hate this alien now.

"Why do you have to do this?" Gemma Farley frowned and asked.

As a smart senior girl, she was sure that Zuo Si deliberately did not want to have a good relationship with other students in the college, so he repeatedly provoked and stimulated the most sensitive nerves of the "little snakes" .

Otherwise, normally no matter how much you hate those pure-blood factions, you shouldn't target the entire Slytherin Academy.

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

In the end, Gemma Farley could only turn around and leave with strong doubts and confusion.

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

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

So after Zuo Si showed his talent for terrifying magic, he absolutely couldn't have a good relationship with the Slytherin students, let alone become their leader.

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

Of course, as a white wizard, Dumbledore would definitely not do anything to nip the threat in the bud.

But targeting and restrictions in various aspects are definitely indispensable.

This is why Zuo Si has always been independent in school. Not only did he deliberately have a bad relationship with the students in his own college, but he also didn't have much interaction with people from other colleges.

In addition to not wanting to play house with a group of children, it was more to make Dumbledore clearly realize that there is an essential difference between himself and Voldemort.

"What did Gemma Farley say to you?"

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

Zuo Si smiled and responded: "It's nothing, just some boring tricks.

She tried to ease the tension between me and other students in the college, and then use it as leverage to gain greater prestige and influence.

There were a lot of ambitious guys like this in Slytherin, but she was one of the few who didn't have a grudge against me.

By the way, are you dressed like this because you want to watch a Quidditch match? "

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

"Sigh - I just don't want anything to happen to Harry. You know, although his parents are both wizards, he grew up in a Muggle family, and his knowledge of Quidditch is limited to these two short years after he entered school. Over many months, the total training time does not exceed one hundred hours."

"Then I hope you have a great time. If George and Fred do knock Marcus Flint off his broom, be sure to tell me when it's over."

After saying this, Zuo Si stood up and turned around and disappeared around 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 were attracted by the upcoming Quidditch match, so the entire castle was surprisingly quiet.

After a while, he returned to the room specially assigned for his experiments.

Just as Zuo Si was about to take advantage of this unoccupied opportunity and try to create a killer weapon like a Bludger, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from the corridor outside.

In about two or three seconds, the closed door opened automatically, followed by Quirinus Quirrell, who always wore a wide turban, walked in from the outside.

"What do you want, Professor?"

Zuo Si narrowed his eyes and instantly became more vigilant.

Because according to the original plot, this guy should go to the stadium and cast a curse on Harry Potter's broom.

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

At this moment, his manner of speaking was not at all like his usual stammering, timid appearance. Not only was he very fluent, but his tone also carried a strong sense of superiority.

Zuo Si deliberately pretended to be dismissive: "Because I have no interest in the wizarding sport that is boring and lacks spectatorship and fairness. If the school turns this ridiculous competition into a duel, then I will Maybe I’ll take a look.”

"Oh? You like wizard duels?"

An imperceptible smile flashed in Quirrell's eyes.

"No, I just hope to learn more knowledge and skills about casting spells from the professors' demonstrations." Zuo Si explained calmly.

He could feel that Voldemort must have been eyeing him when this guy suddenly appeared in this room.

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

Poor Quirrell didn't know that his biggest secret had been exposed, but he still nodded and praised: "You are indeed hailed as a genius who can lead a new era in the future. If others are one-tenth as smart and studious as you, then There won’t be that many students who can’t pass the O.W.Ls (Ordinary Wizarding Level Tests). If nothing else happens, you should be able to pass the N.E.W.Ts (Ultimate Wizarding Level Tests) in a few years.”

"Professor, what exactly do you want to express? If you have anything to say, please say it directly. My time is very precious." Zuo Si urged with an impatient look.

"Haha, don't worry, dear Soth. In fact, the main reason I came here today is to extend an invitation. I wonder if you are interested in joining a great wizard like me?"

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

In his opinion, no matter what kind of genius he is, he will inevitably have a strong interest in magical power, especially the dark magic that is strictly prohibited by the Ministry of Magic.

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

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

In fact, many young wizards were seduced in this way and eventually became one of the Death Eaters.

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

Because he really didn't feel that Voldemort had even the slightest connection with the word great.

Maybe this guy is indeed a very powerful master of black magic, and his unscrupulous killings have made the entire British wizarding world very afraid of him, but after all, he is just a second-rate person who cannot stand on the stage.

Quirrell nodded seriously: "That's right. It's just that it's not convenient for me to reveal his name now. Here is a notebook about magic spells that will never be taught in school. I believe you will understand it after reading it. "

After that, Quirrell took out an old-looking notebook from his arms, placed it gently on the table, then quickly turned and left with a meaningful smile.

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

Most of them, he had already seen in the restricted book section of the library, but there were also a small number of spells that Voldemort should have found or invented after graduation, but there were no three unforgivable curses.

"Interesting, is that noseless guy trying to get me to join him?" 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, most likely they would be attracted by the vicious spells with curse-like effects inside, and then unknowingly fall deeper and deeper into it.

But in his eyes, such magic spells are too low-level.

Except for a few spells that have some reference value, most of them can't even arouse people's interest in learning.

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

I saw that he first fused a bunch of iron products found in an 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 shaped on the surface of the iron ball, each one about as long as two fingers.

Sharp blades up to seventy centimeters long extend from both sides.

For more than an hour, Zuo Si followed the method of making a bludger recorded in the book, and applied various spells to this "big killer" one after another.

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

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

It can be predicted that when this thing starts to hit a target at a speed of 300 kilometers per hour, the scene will be very bloody and brutal, and not even a complete body will be left.

Because at the moment of approach, the high-speed rotating blade will cut a person alive into countless small pieces.

Then those steel needles will mince the chopped meat into minced meat.

Finally, it suffered another impact from an iron ball weighing dozens of tons and was completely destroyed.

Let alone a human being, even a fire dragon would probably die miserably on the spot if it took a hit. There was no chance of survival at all.

Reality once again proves that the most powerful magic in the world has never been the Unforgivable Curse, nor is it any high-level spell with shocking visual effects such as fire and water prison, but the wandering invented in Quidditch. ball.

As long as you throw this thing to a sufficient height, and then use its own flying ability and gravitational acceleration to hit the designated target, you will basically die immediately after hitting it, without even a little suspense.

Unless the opponent can detect the danger two or three seconds in advance at the last moment and use phantom to escape.

Otherwise, regardless of whether you are Dumbledore or Voldemort, if you are hit by a "Holy Ball of Physics", your body will be wiped out on the spot.

"Well, it seems pretty good. But where can I find something to test its power?" Zuo Si was obviously in trouble.

He could guarantee that if he took this thing outside the school, he would be caught by the professors in minutes and confiscated directly.

After much hesitation, Zuo Si finally cast a shrinking technique to shrink the object to only one-sixteenth of its original size, and then stuffed it into his backpack and carried it with him.

When I return to Faerûn during the Christmas holidays, there will be plenty of things to experiment with.

If the effect is good, he plans to get dozens of them, store them in a separate container, and release them all at once when needed, restoring them to normal size.

Zuo Si was filled with anticipation when he thought of dozens of high-speed rotating iron balls that could tear flesh and blood into pieces in an instant, killing all directions on the battlefield, and the horrified expressions on the enemies' faces.

The most important thing is that this thing is not only incredibly lethal, but also very cheap to make.

Now there is only one land card left, and he can use it at will in any world.

Of course, another option is to make it into a treasure card.

However, it cost more mana and was not in line with the original design concept, so it was directly eliminated.

Just when Zuo Si was thinking about finding an opportunity to make a Hogwarts place card, the Weasley twin brothers suddenly rushed in from the door.

George raised his hands excitedly and shouted: "We won! We won! Harry did not let us down! He successfully caught the Golden Snitch in the first game!"

"Not only that! We also knocked Marcus Flint off his broom. He broke at least two legs and six ribs, and half of his arm was directly hit by the Bludger and flew out. Blood was in the air. The sight of flying in the air is simply spectacular. It is estimated that this poor guy will have to lie in Madam Pomfrey's place for at least a week." Fred quickly added with gloating.

"Well done! As a reward for your outstanding performance, I will make a flying broom for each of you later, guaranteed to be ten times better than the latest model of Nimbus 2000." Zuo Si promised with a smile.

Because he knew that the two brothers were willing to do this entirely out of gratitude for the high bonuses they paid during this time.

For those who know how to repay kindness, Zuo Si always doesn't mind giving them some extra benefits.

"You can also make a flying broom?!" George was stunned for a moment.

Zuo Si nodded slightly: "Of course. Flying broomsticks is not a secret technology, many wizards know it.

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

Therefore, the craft of making brooms was gradually phased out with technological upgrading and was monopolized by some large workshops.

But as it happens, I have learned every one of these spells, and I plan to add some more cool effects to them.

What, are you interested in being a tester? "

"Hahahaha! This is our honor! Please make the coolest broom. We were originally considering saving more money to buy a Nimbus 2000 like Harry's." Fred laughed happily stand up.

George also grinned and echoed: "That's right! We have long wanted to send the Sweeping Stars to the museum. Because they are too old and can no longer keep up with the latest model brooms."

Obviously, the Weasley twins have experienced the joy of "prostitution for free" without any guidance.

Although they don't yet know how good the performance of these two new brooms can be, free is undoubtedly the best.

"Give me some time. If nothing else happens, you should be able to receive this gift at Christmas. In addition, it's best to be mentally prepared. I'm not the kind of person who makes brooms in the traditional way." Zuo Si He touched his chin and reminded with interest.

"Ha! It doesn't matter, I like things that are different the most. Oh, by the way, this is the swelling potion we made in Potions class some time ago. Last time you said you wanted to get some for experiment, so we took the time Helped out a little.”

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

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

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

If there is anything about the magic system in this world that makes him most satisfied, it is undoubtedly the application of magic in daily life.

Whether it is Floo powder for super long-distance transmission through the fireplace, or waving a magic wand to automatically complete chores such as washing vegetables, cooking, making tea, cleaning, and repairing, they have successfully liberated wizards from heavy manual labor. come out.

To a certain extent, this is what a peaceful and healthy magical society should look like.

"You're welcome, it's just a little effort. Hey... is this book on the table yours?"

George suddenly discovered the notebook left by Quirrell, and was attracted by the dark magic recorded in it on the spot.

"If you like it, take it back and read it. But promise me, don't lend it to anyone else. You must know that these are all spells strictly prohibited by the Ministry of Magic. Unless you want to go to Azkaban, you should never use it in school. Use it." Zuo Si warned solemnly.

He has always had a rather tolerant attitude towards so-called "black magic".

Reasonable and simple.

The "evil" magic known in this world as the three unforgivable curses is nothing at all in the eyes of Faerun spellcasters.

Open the spell list and take a look at the necromancy system. There are countless more vicious spells than Avada Kedavra.

As for the Imperius Curse...

Sorry, at first glance, almost half of the enchantment spells are spells to charm and control others.

The Cruciatus Curse, which is said to be able to torture people crazy, is nothing more than pure physical pain, which cannot be compared with the pain and despair caused by imprisoning and torturing the soul.