The years of welding at Hogwarts

However, their beautiful and extravagant hopes were shattered by Professor McGonagall's words -

"Our life in the Forbidden Forest will be extended for ten days until this training is over, and we will not return to the castle before then."

Those selfish students who had been hungry for several days and couldn't wait to return to the castle for a hearty meal immediately went into an uproar.

"Why!"

"I clearly said it ten days ago! How can you go back on your word like this!"

"You go back on your word! How can you change the content at the last minute?"

Facing the angry students, Bucky simply took out an M82A1 sniper rifle from the space bag given to him by Noah, turned on the safety, raised it with one hand with his unicorn arm, and fired a shot into the sky.

The deafening explosion immediately silenced all the students.

The Winter Soldier's cold gaze swept across each of their faces, "Does anyone else have any comments?"

No one stood up.

Bucky, the legendary killer who had experienced many battles, exuded a faint murderous intent. The students who had been dancing happily just now fell silent under his pressure.

"Now go do what you have to do."

Without even bothering to look at the group of students, Bucky turned around and was about to leave, but the sudden sound of heavy footsteps behind him made him stop.

Bucky turned back and folded his arms, looking with interest at Marcus Flint who was about to take the lead.

"do you have any opinion?"

Before Marcus Flint could say anything, Bucky continued, "I'll give you a chance. Just send ten, no, twenty people up."

"You can attack me as you like. I don't use magic. As long as you can hit me once, you can go back to the castle."

Bucky's words instantly made Marcus Flint's eyes light up.

He glanced behind him and immediately several tall and strong Quidditch players followed him. Then Marcus called a few more people to come up, making a total of twenty people.

"Can we start now, instructor?"

Bucky just stood there with his arms folded, looking like a master, and he didn't even show any intention of reaching for his wand.

He nodded. "Let's get started."

Before Bucky even finished his words, Marcus Flint couldn't wait to draw his wand.

"Oh!"

Marcus hadn't even pulled his wand out of his waist pocket when a deafening gunshot rang out in the camp, startling countless birds in the surrounding forest.

A bullet accurately entered from the side of Marcus' wrist, and then shot out from the other end, directly into the trees behind Marcus.

Along with Marcus' screams, there were nineteen consecutive gunshots.

Looking at the twenty students who were lying on the ground in different strange postures but wailing in pain with surprisingly consistent expressions, Bucky put the two pistols back into the holsters on his waist with an expressionless face.

Old, old.

It would take three seconds to knock down all twenty students with both pistols.

In the past, his peak hand speed was 17 rounds in two seconds. Of course, he did not use a fully automatic submachine gun, but a semi-automatic pistol.

Without waiting for the devilish head nurse in charge of the infirmary at Hogwarts to get angry, Buggy skillfully took a step back and gave the home court to Professor McGonagall, the headmaster.

Noah, who was watching the show on the side, casually waved his wings, and fluorescent green light spread out. When the light brushed over the wounds of this group of unfortunate students, their wounds immediately began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Since Bucky's pistol was fired with full-power bullets and at such a close distance, the bullets, with far more power than before, went straight through the arms or calves of these unfortunate guys without staying in their bodies.

For wizards, such a simple physical injury can be cured with just a basic healing spell.

There is no difficulty at all.

"Now, who else has any objections?"

Chapter 304: The Raging Chimera

The ruthlessness of Bucky's attack far exceeded the imagination of everyone present.

Professor McGonagall's face turned pale. "Professor Barnes, we never use corporal punishment on students who make mistakes! We also don't use harmful spells on them!"

Uh, is directly shooting students considered corporal punishment?

What is the definition of corporal punishment?

And if it comes to shooting, it doesn't seem like a damaging spell, right?

After all, it causes physical damage, not magical damage, so shooting cannot be equated with spells.

There are huge differences between the three types of damage: magical damage, physical damage, and true damage, and they should be treated with caution.

Baki responded nonchalantly, "This is not corporal punishment. It's just the students challenging the instructor's authority, and the instructor is responding."

If it was really corporal punishment, he should have chosen guns and ammunition of appropriate power and caliber, so that the bullet would form a more obvious cavity when hitting the human body.

With the wizards' medical level, the cavity caused by the bullet would not kill them, but it would make them deeply feel what "a bag of rice" meant.

"What are you doing standing still?"

Looking at the students standing there in a daze, Bucky said with a cold face, "Do what you should do!"

Now no student in the camp dared to look down on their future Muggle Studies professor. Originally, the Slytherin students did not care about the changes made by the school to the Muggle Studies course, and even felt insulted.

In the eyes of those students who pursue pure blood, nobility and purity, Muggles are nothing more than low-level creatures with inferior blood, and are not even worthy of being called human beings together with them who possess magical powers.

It has to be said that even today, more than ten years later, Voldemort's theory of pure-blood supremacy is still very popular among Slytherin students.

Although no one dares to talk about this theory, in their minds, the Muggle Studies course has absolutely no need to exist.

If this course was not indeed easier to get credits and certificates, there would have been students who would have jumped out and wanted to apply to the school to simply cancel this course.

Under Bucky's gaze, none of the students who were shot in vain before they could do anything dared to complain. They all left in shame with their tails between their legs.

"I didn't expect Instructor Barnes to be such a cool professor!" George exclaimed.

Ron, who had always held an irreconcilable feud with Slytherin House, grinned and said, "Just start fighting! Nice fight!"

Fred put his hands on his hips, looking very proud, as if he was the one who had just shot at the Slytherin students. "George, did you see that? The weapon used by Instructor Barnes is also a Muggle pistol!"

As the two students who have done the most in-depth research on firearms in the Hogwarts student community, the twin brothers naturally recognized at a glance what weapon Bucky had used to deal with those overconfident students.

With just two pistols, he could easily defeat twenty students in an instant.

Feel the pain, this is the power of Muggle technology!

At this moment, the Weasley twins were even more obsessed with the inventions of Muggles than

Surpassing their father, Arthur Weasley.

The two of them wished they could skip these ten days of boring military training and go straight to the day when classes officially started in October. They couldn't wait to listen to the Muggle Studies class taught by this cold-faced instructor.

Unfortunately, they did not master any time-related magic, so they could only endure the ten days honestly.

Those students who were still complaining were directly suppressed by Buggy's violent attack. After being shot in vain, they didn't even dare to fart in front of Buggy and left in shame.

Seeing that there was nothing exciting to watch, the other students in the camp also started to busy themselves with their own work.

Even though they didn't want to stay in the Forbidden Forest for even a second, Marcus Flint and his friends couldn't go anywhere until the professors announced the end of the training.

"What should we do now?"

A tall student who looked a bit like a primitive looked at the leader of their team and said, "Shall we go find food like usual? Marcus?"

"Do not."

Looking at Gemma Farley in the distance, this woman who was originally from Slytherin ended up betraying her own house and cooperating with their mortal enemy Gryffindor, Marcus' eyes revealed a hint of resentment.

"We're not going to look for food," Marcus lowered his voice, "Aren't there some ready-made food here?"

"You mean?" The primitive man glanced around the camp, "Those..."

After hearing Marcus Flint's words, the lifeless eyes of those students who were pale and thin due to hunger suddenly brightened up.

"Shh…Grayson."

Marcus put a finger to his lips, signaling the giant chimpanzee named Grayson to keep his voice down.

"Let's leave the camp as usual, and move naturally so as not to attract other people's attention. Wait until those two guys are no longer in the camp, then turn around and come back."

Grayson's brain is not as stupid as he looks. "Professor of the school..."

Although within a five-kilometer radius around the camp, all magical creatures with a danger level higher than 4X had either been driven out when the professors arrived to open up the land, or the few that escaped were hunted down and killed in the Hogwarts students' sweeps in the past few days.

But this does not mean that the camp is an absolutely safe area.

Therefore, when those hunting teams left the camp and went deep into the forbidden forest, in order to ensure the departure of the high-end combat forces, the safety of the students who stayed behind in the camp could be guaranteed.

Therefore, on weekdays there are always several professors staying in the camp, and at least one of them is the dean.

Moreover, in addition to the professors, there are several students whose combat capabilities are obviously above the standard. However, they are restricted by Noah and cannot participate in the Forbidden Forest Survival Challenge training, so they can only stay in the camp quietly to look after the house on weekdays.

If they wanted to snatch food from those lower-grade students who had little fighting power, the first problem they would have to face was how to lure away the professors in the camp and those students who were clearly Trisolarans.

"I'll find a way to lure them away." Flint's eyes were as red as a hyena seeing its prey.

Looking at the backs of Marcus Flint and his group of lackeys packing their luggage to leave the camp, Noah's eyes revealed a hint of watching a show.

He had just clearly seen a gleam of resentment in Marcus Flint's eyes.

There will be a good show to watch next.

……

Not long after Marcus led his team out of the camp, the teams led by Charlie and Gemma also packed up all the equipment they would need for their hunting trip.

Different from the heavy and gloomy atmosphere when those selfish students left the camp, when Charlie and his friends left the camp, everyone was talking and laughing. They did not regard hunting as a serious matter at all, but more like an outing.

But no one among them noticed the oppressive feeling of impending storm lingering over the camp.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

Not long after Charlie and his men left, a series of crisp blacksmithing sounds were heard in the quiet camp again, as usual.

Next to a huge furnace standing in the center of the camp, George and Fred, wearing only thin short-sleeved shirts, were sweating profusely. One of them was responsible for maintaining the heat of the wrought iron furnace, while the other was holding a red-hot heavy iron plate with tongs and hammering it continuously.

Ever since they inexplicably unlocked the life profession of blacksmith and received generous sponsorship from the director of SHIELD, the twins, who usually like to stir up trouble, did not go around looking for trouble. Instead, they chose to stay in the camp and quietly improve their professional skills.

Although, the first sponsorship that Gwen gave to the twins was only a mere 100 gold Galleons.

But this was a windfall that came as a timely help, even though the two brothers were unable to place orders with the merchants in Diagon Alley via owl mail.

However, this finally made the twin brothers willing to use their stock to make iron

The better scraps of copper and iron from Iron Overlord II were taken out and used to repair Iron Overlord I.

The huge consumption of physical energy forced the twins who had transformed into blacksmiths to exchange their positions from time to time.

As time passed, the heavy iron plate that was constantly hammered gradually revealed a rough outline.

After the two brothers completed another round of forging together, they finally stopped the hammers in their hands, and instead used tongs to pick up the iron plate and sink it into a pool filled with quenching oil, completing the quenching process while allowing the iron plate to cool down.

It was not until this time that they finally completed the repair work on all the outer armor plates of the Iron Monger.

Looking at the breastplate in front of them, which looked much better than the original one, although George and Fred felt tired, a hint of joy appeared on their faces.

Compared to the previous set of tattered copper and iron armor that was so ugly that it was shocking, the set of battle suits in front of the two men was obviously much better looking.

Compared to the previous hand-kneaded Iron Man suit Mark I that looked like it was made in a small rural workshop, the one now presented to the two was more similar to the Iron Monger that Obadiah built with the help of Stark's production workshop.

This is also thanks to their boring blacksmithing life every day during this period of time, which has greatly improved their blacksmithing skills.

In addition, Gwen's teaching of the two of them on certain aspects and techniques of making the Iron Man suit, although she only gave them a few simple pointers, also accounted for a large part of the credit.

After repairing Iron Monger's outer armor, the twins immediately couldn't wait to start their next step of work.

That is to repair the internal mechanical system hidden under the outer armor of this big guy, and optimize and upgrade it under the guidance of Gwen, so that its reliability can be more reliable than the previous first-generation test machine.

At the very least, there should not be a situation like before where the magic patterns engraved in the combustion chamber of the thruster were all melted because they could not withstand the high temperature after flying at an altitude of only forty or fifty meters, eventually causing all the thrusters to fail.

If you remove the two-centimeter-thick outer armor of the first-generation Iron Monger built by the twin brothers, you will find that the mechanical exoskeleton inside is even more simple than the first-generation Whiplash suit made by Tony Stark's old rival Ivan Vanko.

Although Whiplash has only made a vest, its protective ability can at least withstand the violent impact of a car traveling at 60 kilometers per hour.

The Ark reactor used to supply energy to the two electric whips can be considered the blackest of the black technologies. Even if its performance is similar to the first-generation reactor that Tony rubbed in the cave, it is what Hammer Technology has always dreamed of.

And the mechanical exoskeleton built by the two brothers...

Well, calling it a mechanical exoskeleton is an overestimation of the two men's ability. The two brothers, who don't know anything about mechanical engineering, are simply using their physical strength to drag Iron Monger into action.

If it weren't for the levitation spell that reduced the weight of Iron Monger's suit, there would be a spell of the same type as the Tarantella dance that could assist the two in manipulating the suit.