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It also has higher destructive power.

In the past, if one wanted to create a storm that would sweep across an entire castle, the magic array and magic structure required would have to be as complex and huge as a castle.

And you have to keep them in mind and use magic power to fully operate them.

But now, you only need to memorize the long and difficult spell, and when casting it, you just need to maintain the output of magic power, exercise your throat, and exercise your lung capacity.

Therefore, at this stage, wizards' magic mostly seeks to be powerful.

This is what modern wizards call ancient magic, which often has the disadvantages of long and difficult-to-pronounce spells.

But it also made the ancient wizard a walking scourge.

However, this is only what modern wizards think.

In the eyes of ancient wizards, what modern wizards call natural disasters and war magic is nothing more than a compulsory course for every wizard.

There is only one kind of magic that can be called a natural disaster in their eyes.

Records of that magic have long been destroyed.

Not even Dumbledore knew.

Only ancient magic like Animagus still has its shadow.

The brewing of potions also has its own flavor.

But Baqir had learned it from Nick - ritual magic.

The spell can be a 'name', the gesture can be a 'name', what about more complex rituals?

Time, season, number of wizards, dialogues, actions, specific items...all combined into a magical 'name'.

If you combine all these things, the inertia is terrifying.

It can even only be considered as a hypothesis.

Because this kind of inertia, this magical structure corresponding to the 'name', is simply impossible for the human brain to calculate.

It requires generations of wizards to take it as their life goal and work towards achieving it throughout their lives.

But for Bagel, there is a shortcut.

He needs no calculations, no organized rituals.

The Messianic prophecy is a natural ritual.

The perfect devil was broken because of a baby.

Infuse your own essence into it and let it be refined by the magic of love.

Countless wizards call out the name of Harry Potter, devoutly believing that he is the savior.

Because of Voldemort's belief and choice.

This prophecy began to gain momentum.

The power of this ritual was beyond Bajir's ability to digest.

But he can get it through Harry, the core of the ritual.

After all, Harry was his knight.

All Bagir had to do was to materialize the power of the ritual.

Turn this inertia into power and inject it into Harry's body.

The impact of digestion inertia can also be resolved by the inertia of fate, that is, the plot.

Baguirre, who has a photographic memory and a pictorial memory, opened Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets with a sense of ceremony and came to

In this world, only Ariana and he knew the original destiny in such detail.

"Hermione's away. Need a replacement for the [Mudblood] um. Colin Creevey?"

"Draco can no longer be the discriminator. That's not a problem, there are plenty of Slytherins."

"Ron vomits worms? Someone from Gryffindor could get hurt instead."

"It's enough to get here. It's enough to resist the impact of digestive inertia."

In front of the dormitory window, Bagir tapped the air with his index finger.

Everything he changed temporarily and automatically avoided the place where the plot took place - the Quidditch field.

Cedric, who joined the Quidditch team early last year and had already changed into a khaki uniform, suddenly chose to put down his broom.

A few international students who were curious about watching Quidditch also chose to return to the lounge.

An invisible spider web spread from Harry's body to everyone he met.

The copy of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets in Bagel's hand began to glow.

The deviated trajectory began to be reversed.

In the locker room.

Fred and George, who had gone to bed early last night, were suddenly overwhelmed by sleepiness. Their eye circles began to swell and their hair became disheveled.

Alicia Spinnet, who had a lot to say, dozed off against the wall.

Wood began to talk about his new tactics.

However, only after he finished speaking did he realize that everyone in the locker room except him had fallen into a baby-like sleep.

"Look, guys," Wood said grimly, "we should have won the Quidditch Cup last year. We were clearly a cut above the other teams, and unfortunately, due to circumstances beyond our control..."

Harry was a little confused. Didn't we win the trophy last year?

However, the next second, these doubts receded like the tide.

Instead, there was unfounded shame.

It seemed that the game was lost because of him.

With this mood, Harry, together with others, walked out of the locker room with Wood's encouragement.

The sun was already high in the sky, but there was still some residual fog floating on the stadium lawn.

When Harry walked onto the pitch he found Ron and Colin sitting in the stands.

When did they become so close?

Harry was a little confused.

But his thoughts inexplicably turned to the bread and jam in Ron's hand.

The boredom with Colin was replaced by a strange intimacy.

What’s even more strange is that after the formal training, facing Colin’s shutter, Wood didn’t feel any repulsion at all.

The shutter sounds that rang out one after another and made Harry a little annoyed were treated as air by Wood and the others.

"What's going on?" Wood flew to Harry's side and asked with a frown, "Why are you so absent-minded?"

"Are you still sleepy?"

"Harry isn't sleepy," said George.

"How do you know?" Wood asked testily.

"Look over there, Harry is flying the highest. He must have discovered it a long time ago." George said, pointing down.

Several people in green robes walked into the stadium, holding broomsticks in their hands.

"I can't believe it!" Wood said in an indignant voice, "I reserved the course today! We want to see it!"

The next second, Wood, Fred, George and others rushed to the ground.

Flint, the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, stood in front of his players.

The two soon started arguing.

Flint took out the note from Snape, saying that he wanted to train new members.

Harry didn't land.

He looked suspiciously at Draco, who was standing at the end of the Slytherin team. When did his hairstyle change back?

It turned into a slicked-back slicked-back hair again.

And new members?

Are they Crabbe and Goyle, also wearing green uniforms, hiding behind the human wall?

Since when does a team need 9 players?

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 182 Holy! Harry Potter!

"You have a new player?" Wood's attention was diverted. "1, 27."

"Aren't there already 7?"

"Are you kidding me?"

Then, the equally huge bodies of Crabbe and Goyle flashed out from the wall of people.

Flint chuckled, "Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle. Our backups."

"Substitute?" Fred sneered. "You must have a bad stomach, so farting is as easy as breathing."

"They deserve it!" Flint laughed. "Draco, show him!"

Draco walked out from the end and raised his broom forward. The golden words on it no longer read "Nimbus 2000", and the broom handle no longer showed signs of being worn for a long time.

It was a brand new, shiny broomstick with a line of beautiful gold letters "Nimbus 2001" on it, shining in the eyes of the Gryffindor team members in the morning sunlight.

"The latest model, just came out last month." Flint said nonchalantly.

"They paid for a new broom for our best Seeker."

"I believe it's much faster than the old Nimbus 2000 series. As for the old-fashioned Sweep Fives," he grinned maliciously at Fred and George, who each held a handful of Sweep Fives in their hands, "use them to sweep the floor."

Malfoy's face was expressionless.

Crabbe next to him was smiling very happily, his eyes narrowed into slits.

"Oh, look," said Flint, "someone broke into the ballpark."

Ron and Colin came across the lawn to see what was going on.

"What's going on?" Ron asked Harry. "Why aren't you guys playing ball? What are they doing here?"

Ron looked in surprise at Crabbe and Goyle, who were now wearing the Slytherin Quidditch uniforms.

"Goyle and I are on the bench for the Slytherin team, Weasley," Crabbe said smugly. "Everyone was just admiring the new broom we got Draco. Pretty nice, isn't it?"

"Perhaps Gryffindor could recruit a few replacements, too."

"But you surely can't scrape together enough gold to buy a new broom?"

"By the way, you can redeem your brothers' Sweeping Five Stars and sell them. I think the museum will offer a price for them."

The Slytherins, except Draco, laughed raucously.

"That's enough, Crabbe," Draco snapped.

The smile on Crabbe's face froze, and he looked a little dissatisfied.

At this moment, a white light and a shutter sound were heard.

It's Colin.

"Even if we, the Gryffindor team, recruit substitutes, it doesn't cost any money."

"I really regret having taken your picture and contaminated my camera."

Crabbe's expression got even uglier, "No one asked you, you stinky little mudblood!"

This statement immediately caused an explosive reaction.