Hogwarts: I'm just here to enjoy the magic

Chapter 081 A fist as big as a clay pot

"This is?"

Neville looked at the door in surprise.

"Go in, we'll talk later." Jack just waved his hand.

Neville stepped through the door with some trepidation.

Jack followed immediately.

After both of them entered, the door disappeared.

the other side of the door.

In Neville's sight, it was a different story.

The door behind you is still there.

What was in front of him was a huge stone platform.

There are some steps surrounding the platform.

At a glance, it looks a bit like an ancient Roman opera house.

"What is this place?" Neville was full of doubts.

Jack had no answer.

This was a place transformed by the Room of Requirement, so how did he know where it was.

He just walked forward and came to the stone platform.

Here it is based on his needs.

And Jack’s wish at that time was:

I need a gladiatorial arena where I can fight with all my strength without risking my life.

Just looking at the appearance, this place can indeed allow them to fight with all their strength.

But will it be life-threatening?

While Jack was thinking about it, he took out a bumblebee from his arms.

The bumblebee was imprisoned in a small cage and flapped its wings from time to time to prove that it was still alive.

This was caught randomly by Jack on the road.

The incident happened in a hurry and he did not make sufficient preparations. He could only try to see if the Room of Requirement had any effect on him.

He threw the cage on the ground and pointed at it.

"Come on, I want to duel you!"

Then he raised his foot and dropped it.

With a chirp, the bumblebee and the cage were trampled into two dimensions.

Neville looked at all this with confusion.

What is Jack doing?

go Ape?

Jack let go of his feet and removed the cage transformed by the transformation spell.

What appeared in front of his eyes were the more fragmented remains of the bumblebee and a cufflink.

waved.

The cufflinks flew up from the ground and fell into his hand.

After putting away the cufflinks, the remains of the bumblebee finally began to change.

It gradually floated up, and then started to join together with the head as the core.

Neville looked at Bumblebee in surprise.

Until it became intact as before, flapped its wings and flew away.

"This is……"

Resurrection?

Neville hesitated.

This looks a lot like resurrection.

But in magic, there is no resurrection.

If there really was a resurrection spell, all the wizards would live a long time.

In fact, magical beings like wizards have really long lives, and some live hundreds of years.

But more of them are short-lived ghosts.

Those who died in the development of magic spells, those who died in potion research, those who died in the hands of dark wizards, those who died in private fights, those who died in the mouth of a fire dragon...

There are even cases of people dying from candy clogging their trachea.

In short, wizards died for countless reasons.

It has made a huge contribution to maintaining ecological balance.

There is no doubt that if there is resurrection, the population size of the wizarding world will at least increase several times.

"Kind of like a stand-in, but not quite." Jack felt.

Ever since he stepped onto the stone platform, there was a sense of magic that wanted to enter his body.

He resisted, not letting the magic come in.

Based on Bumblebee's performance of being able to recover even after turning into Two-dimensional, he felt that this was the final effect of that magic power.

Since it is just an application of magic power, there may be an upper limit.

Therefore, it is not true that people can recover after being beaten to ashes.

Slightly severed limbs are no problem.

In fact, this kind of injury is nothing in the wizarding world.

All can be treated.

What cannot be cured is an injury with a strong curse on it.

Jack was not good at such attacks, so he didn't need to worry about it.

Now that we have tested the capabilities of the venue, we naturally need to make good use of it.

Looking at Neville: "As you can see, the body can be repaired here, so we can do more dangerous sparring here."

Neville heard this and nodded slightly.

"That morning, you asked me if there was any way to become stronger quickly..."

Jack waved.

“Animagus is indeed a good method, and it does take a lot of time.

Given your situation, Animagus is only an alternative, not the best option. "

"Then..." Neville's eyes lit up.

"Actually, your strength should be enough to deal with Draco and his gang. What you lack is your fighting experience." Jack said out of thin air.

He really is all talk.

Who has fighting experience?

Neither did he.

The little wizards' fights were all about how big and powerful their fists were.

The most important thing is whether it is ruthless enough.

No matter what era, people are not ruthless and cannot stand firm.

People who are good are bullied by others, and horses who are good are ridden by others.

Isn't Neville powerful?

He turned into a saw and turned Malfoy into a headless man in minutes.

So what if the guardians on the left and right hold down Neville's hands?

Laugh to death.

He knew how to cast spells without a wand.

"The most important thing is that you have been taught to be too kind."

Jack points out the facts directly.

“Kindness is a wonderful virtue, but it is the privilege of the strong.

Let me ask you, are you a strong person? "

Neville's pupils suddenly trembled after hearing this.

Ask yourself subconsciously.

Am I strong?

Obviously, no.

So, why is he merciful?

Why should the guardians on the left and right hold down their hands?

Why should Draco slap him in the face?

“I don’t know how your grandma taught you, but it’s obvious that you have to give up something before you become strong enough.

Unless, you are willing to let the name Longbottom be trampled on by Malfoy.

And you, Neville, are willing to be bullied by Draco and the others all the time.

So, answer me, will you? "

"No!" Neville responded immediately, "I don't want to!"

"very good!"

Jack nodded with satisfaction.

"Then let's sparring, real sparring between men!"

"Okay!" Neville took out his wand, eager to try it.

"Attention, I'm about to take action!"

Jack narrowed his eyes and stared at Neville.

Neville held his wand nervously.

His silent and wandless spellcasting was taught by Jack.

So, he knows how good Jack is at this.

It was precisely because he knew that he was worried about how Jack would take action.

Of the two people standing there, one was holding a wand and the other was empty-handed.

In the wizarding world, no matter how you look at it, people holding wands have an advantage.

But Neville was feeling very stressed.

I feel a little wet on my forehead.

"I'm going to shoot."

Jack reminded again, then stamped his feet and rushed forward.

Such a move similar to that of Leng Touqing made Neville stunned for a moment.

When he reacted and wanted to cast a spell, a huge fist appeared in front of him.

Huge, that's not an adjective.

Jack's fist was as big as a clay pot.

With a loud punch, Neville's head was rotated nearly 100 degrees.

Then, the whole person began to rotate and soar with the movement of his head.

After spinning in mid-air for about two and a half weeks, I landed on my butt.

Neville, who fell to the ground, struggled to sit up, and then sat on the ground in a daze.

He didn't touch the buttocks that almost broke into four pieces.

Nor did he rub his strained neck.

Instead, he touched his mouth.

A pair of good teeth, but eleven or twelve are missing.

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