Infinite Horror: The Strongest Zhongzhou Team

"And it won't be a team battle, it'll probably be a solo one."

"I think it's not one of the earlier Harry Potter movies."

"The sixth or seventh one."

"It should be some special items from later stages, like Voldemort's Horcruxes..."

Zhao Yingkong's statement was accepted by most people.

This does indeed explain Gunnir's contradictory attitudes.
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In the afternoon, it was also a herbal medicine class.

However, compared to the older students in the morning...

At this moment, all that appeared around Li Xiao were fresh, pink-clad newborns.

And the three little girls were among them.

There was no other way, because this class was a required course.

Commonly known as a required course for freshmen.

Instead of the dean who taught senior students, this time it was a young professor.

Professor Sprout, dressed in a black magic robe and wearing a wizard's hat, looked like a noble lady.

"Oh, I'm so happy, it's another annual required course for freshmen."

"As the first magical plant you come into contact with."

"I think it will definitely leave a deep impression on you."

After saying that, the professor pointed his wand at a red-haired boy.

“I know you, you little Weasley again. It seems your brothers have told you something. So you're very scared, aren't you?”

Ron looked at the green potted plants in front of him, forced a smile and nodded, though he was practically on the verge of tears.

Despite the freshmen's reluctance, the first herbalism class was eventually completed amidst waves of nausea and retching.
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Charms class.

Compared to other classes.

This classroom is exceptionally spacious and tall.

Even the podium at the very front was specially made.

Yes, that's a step.

On the stage was a short figure standing on a table.

He had a high-pitched voice, was bald, had gray hair, and wore glasses as thick as the bottom of a beer bottle.

Despite their comical appearance, the freshmen sat up straight in class.

The reason is also very simple.

Those who misbehaved a second ago are now standing on the ceiling as punishment.

Um, the kind where the head is upside down.

What Mrs. Hodge couldn't accomplish, this professor did, and with a smile at that.

Professor Flitwick, a goblin, is also the headmaster of Ravenclaw School and specializes in teaching Charms.

Just like flight lessons.

The first spell class for freshmen is also a regular event, as is customary.

The content taught in class is only one thing, and that is...

"I'll say it again, the hovering spell is one of the basic spells in magic."

"As the name suggests, it's about making an object fly, hover in the air, and then stop!"

"Yes, you heard right, three abilities: fly, hover, and stop!"

"Of course, for freshmen, flying is the easiest thing, and you only need to do that this week."

"The foundation of magic is spells, and the foundation of spells is knowledge!"

"Battles between mages are a contest of knowledge. If you learn a spell that your opponent doesn't know, you might be more powerful. But if your opponent learns a spell to counter that spell, you will be the one who loses."

Perhaps realizing he was repeating his old mistake, the professor coughed twice, looked at the many bewildered freshmen below, and changed the subject.

"Ahem, have you all received your feathers yet?"

"Now, place the feather in front of you, remember to keep it flat, and make sure there are no distractions on the table."

Frivi looked at the obedient students and nodded with satisfaction.

"Very good. Now, don't forget what we just practiced: the correct wand-waving sequence and hand gestures!"

"Remember, it's one swing and one shake. Come on, everyone, let's do it together!"

The new students took out their wands, stared at the white feathers in front of them, and began to wave them.

Harry muttered to himself, "One wave, then these, one shake."

Professor Flitwick: "Very well done. Next, add the incantation."

"Yugardim, Leviosa."

The students, following Professor Flitwick's example, began to wave and recite.

However, compared to the white feather floating in front of the professor...

None of them were an accident.

Even Hermione failed.

Ron was next to Hermione.

"Get up, get up, get up!"

As he spoke, he thrust his wand into the air like a fencing sword.

Hermione and Harry, who were standing next to her, were both frightened by this scene.

They were afraid that Ron would poke them both.

Hermione, terrified, quickly stopped her, saying, "No, stop, stop!"

"If you keep swinging it, the wand will fly off the ground."

"And you mispronounced the spell. The professor clearly said 'Yugadim,' but you pronounced it as 'Oh.'"

"Okay, Ron!"

Harry on the other side nodded in agreement: "Also, you don't need to use your wand so hard. I'm afraid you'll poke my eye when I sit next to you."

Ron silently watched the two feathers that remained motionless.

"You guys are so smart, why don't you give it a try? Come on!"

Harry shrugged; he knew he couldn't learn it on his own.

But Hermione picked up her wand again, her face immediately turning serious.

"Wingardim, Leviosa!"

With a light wave of the wand.

A special light emanated from the white feathers for a moment, and then it slowly took flight.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, then at the white feathers floating under Hermione's wand.

And its feathers are getting taller and taller.

The only feather floating in the entire classroom naturally attracted everyone's attention.
Including Professor Frivi on the podium.

"Oh, look, everyone! Well done, Miss Granger did it!"

"This talent reminds me of certain people, it's wonderful."

No good teacher dislikes a good student.

This gives them a great sense of accomplishment and also proves something.

That means there's nothing wrong with the quality of my teaching.

You see, some people can learn it in no time, while others can't. That's not my problem.

It's the other people in your group who are bad.

Flitwick, who had breathed a sigh of relief, hadn't yet shown a smile.

Then I saw a ray of light, like the sun setting.

Let's not even talk about this professor.

Even the three girls who were prepared were caught off guard and their eyes suddenly became useless.

As any of the three who had watched horror movies knew, no freshman class went smoothly.

Therefore, they lived in constant fear every day.

When it comes to magic, for beginners, the chances of something going wrong are at least 99.9%, if not 100%.

The three girls were extremely impressed that they could use a hovering spell to create a flashbang-like effect. Moreover, the brightness of the light this time was even more exaggerated than the last time in the restaurant.

Last time it was just a fleeting moment, but this time it actually lasted for a full second.

Compared to others.

Because of the close proximity, it took Harry and his two companions quite a while to regain their sight after they had already entered the blinding stage.

Then he saw a freshman next to him, his whole body emitting black smoke.

On the table in front of the freshman was a black feather that had been carbonized.

Professor Flitwick, after seeing it clearly, exclaimed, "Oh!"

"I remember the last batch of freshmen flew up, but I didn't expect this batch to have a completely unrelated new magic."

Harry, standing next to him, rubbed his sore and swollen eyes and said helplessly:
"Professor, I think we need a new feather here."

........................

after class.

Ron and Harry walked side by side.

One of them couldn't help but complain:

"It's Yuja Tim, not Yuja Dio, to be honest."

"She's a weirdo!"

"Well, that's a nightmare too. No wonder she can't make friends!"

After Ron finished speaking, he felt a sudden commotion of footsteps behind him.

Then someone bumped into my shoulder hard.

Judging from her back and the golden hair, it was Hermione running past with her book in her arms.

Ron and Harry froze in place, dumbfounded.

Harry looked ahead: "Friend, I think Hermione heard everything."

Ron stared wide-eyed. "Harry, I was just venting, this... should be okay, right?"

Ron pursed his lips, unsure of what to do.

And at this time.

Ron, who was standing still, was bumped again.

Harry was not spared either.

Those were three figures holding hands, their backs to the camera.

Ron and Harry knew each other; they were both freshmen, but not from the same house.

I can recall his name, but we haven't exchanged more than a few words in the past few days.

"If someone makes me angry and doesn't apologize to me within three minutes, I will never forgive them for the rest of my life!"

"Just anyone?"

"Of course not, Lilia was probably referring to a friend she approves of."

"After all, a friend's words can hurt more than anyone else's."

The three chatted casually, and then walked further and further away.

Harry and Ron exchanged bewildered glances upon hearing this.

Ron looked bewildered: "Are they teaching me how to do this?"

Harry said seriously, "I don't know why, but I feel like they're right."

Ron swallowed hard. "So, how long has it been?"

Harry looked up at the house clock tower: "It seems like a minute has passed, Ron, I feel like you're still..."

Harry hadn't finished speaking.

Ron had already run off, his magic robes billowing in the air.

Harry scratched his head before chasing after them.

The three little girls who witnessed the whole thing also started gossiping about it through the spirit jade pendant.

"Tell me, does Hermione like Harry or Ron more?"

This is a problem with lolis.

"I think liking someone is definitely possible. It's like when a man sees a woman, he'll like her as long as she meets his aesthetic standards."

Xin'er's answer, just like her public persona, was mature and fair.

"I think it should be done in stages. If it's the end, I think Hermione will like Ron."

This is Yue'er's judgment.

"However, do you think it's possible that Hermione has always loved Ron?"

"You know, girls are much more mature than boys, especially at this age."

"Of course, this may just be a fantasy of mine. In reality, it could be a love triangle."

Xin'er asked in return:
"So what do you guys think of Ron?"

"Ron? This second male lead?"

"The second male lead? No."

"What you're saying is only from Harry's perspective, that is, from the perspective of a horror movie."

"If you approach this story from the perspective of the Weasley family, or from Ron's perspective."

"Ron is definitely the main character."

"Everyone is the protagonist of their own story; there is never any second or third male lead."

"For example, in the final episode, the other chosen one who drew the sword of Gryffindor turned out to be Neville Longbottom, that chubby, silly boy who gets bullied all the time."

"In the end, this person accomplished the task of leading Dumbledore's army to kill the Horcrux Nagini. Who could have imagined that?"

"This person, who was born in the same month and year as Harry Potter, was captured and imprisoned by Voldemort and the Death Eaters and tortured with the Crucifixion Curse because his parents were fighting against them."

"At this point, he went insane and forgot his own child. His grandmother, a great wizard, had no choice but to cast a forgetting spell on her young grandson to erase most of Neville's memories before sending him to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"That's how he became a freshman with the titles of idiot and moron."

"I think that's why his grandma gave him the memory ball when he was in first grade."

"Because he has no idea what he has forgotten."

However, this grandmother ultimately succeeded, and from then on, this kind and clumsy person was never taken seriously by anyone.

"Dumbledore didn't notice, and neither did Voldemort."

"Harry's mother used the Guardian Charm with her own life, while Neville's grandmother robbed her grandson of his wisdom and talent."

"Isn't this just another kind of protagonist's halo?"

“At least, under these circumstances, Nawei grew up safely.”

"Although the process of growing up is not easy."

Xin'er's words made all three of them subconsciously recall the ending of this world's story.

Moon suddenly said, "Actually, I'm really curious and want to meet Neville in the final battle."

"Neville, who led Dumbledore's army to resist Voldemort and then drew the sword of Gryffindor."

"Could it really be that boy who cried while eating a lollipop?"

Coincidentally, it happened at that very moment.

An overweight figure walked past the three of them.

When the figure passed by Yue'er, the awkward man finally mustered up the courage to greet her.

Before Yue'er could even nod, the man had already walked away, leaving her momentarily stunned.

Looking at the slightly comical figure from behind, the three of them remained silent for a moment.

All I can say is that, in any horror movie, fate is a mysterious force.

Inside the jade pendant, the three changed the subject.

"Actually, I still don't understand why Chu Xuan agreed to not make any changes to the plot for the other three teams."

"I'm not smart, but I can come up with several A-level side stories, and even some S-level side stories."

"Moreover, the forces of the righteous are currently in the upper hand."

"With the help of the reincarnators, it's not impossible to directly destroy the seven Horcruxes and kill Voldemort." (End of Chapter)