Professor McGonagall and other professors looked warily at the huge creature in front of them, with a human face, a lion's body, and a long scorpion tail.
It is said to be a human face, but in fact it only barely resembles a human face. It still looks more like the outline of a lion. Therefore, the expression on that face is not as vivid as that of a human being. Closer to the look of a beast.
Now, it was standing in the middle of the corridor, blocking the professors.
It comes out of the blue.
When it appeared, the group of professors headed by Professor McGonagall knew very well that they could not turn around and go back to protect those students.
Once you turn back, you may have to face a real attack.
Although Professor McGonagall is not good at researching magical animals, she still knows that she cannot give her back to the enemy when facing the enemy.
"We may have been fooled."
Professor McGonagall looked at the lonely manticore in front of her and sighed helplessly.
"This thing is not something that one person can handle alone."
Professor Silvanus Kettleburn spoke on the side: "Same as the fire dragon, except that it cannot breathe fire, it is no easier to deal with than the fire dragon."
Although this professor of the Care of Magical Creatures class, his favorite magical animal is the fire dragon. Even though he had to use part of his body for this, he still enjoyed it.
But even like this, he couldn't deny how difficult this guy in front of him was.
"If you are pursuing efficiency, I suggest you directly use a powerful killing curse. If you ensure that the power of the life-killing curse is enough, then it is not impossible to directly kill the life-killing curse."
Professor Kettleburn gave his most mature advice when faced with the situation at hand. Compared with the scales of the fire dragon, although the fur on the manticore is equally tough and can resist magic spells, it does have some shortcomings in reflecting magic spells.
They are more dangerous than fire dragons because of their considerable intelligence and more insidious way of action.
Has the power of a powerful predator, but prefers to operate in the shadows of an assassin. To put it in a more literary way, this is called the lack of self-esteem of the strong. To put it simply, from a human perspective, this magical animal is more shameless than a fire dragon.
But as for the way of life, you can disagree with it, but you can't criticize it.
Although Professor Kettleburn gave advice, to be honest, among the several professors present, I am afraid that few can actually use the Death Curse well.
Avada Kedavra, a very simple spell. When using it, there are even fewer spellcasting points to pay attention to than Clear Water Like a Spring.
But... to be able to use it to perfection and have infinite power depends on persistent accumulation.
Huge magic output and strong killing intent output.
As for magic power, the professors have no problem. But murderous intent... this thing cannot be suppressed by teachers like them.
And while they were discussing, the manticore over there not only did not take action, but seemed to be observing them with great interest as they discussed countermeasures.
This state of affairs made Professor McGonagall very uneasy.
The current situation should not be enough to use that magic spell. But the anticipation and anxiety in my heart still couldn't help but emerge.
But after a while, she restrained her thoughts.
That curse was to be used as one of the trump cards to defend Hogwarts.
If you use it now, it will only make other people fearful and take precautions.
"No matter what, get ready to fight!"
Professor McGonagall pointed the wand in her hand forward, and the ground under the manticore, which was looking at it with relish, suddenly became soft, and his body sank involuntarily, as if he had fallen into quicksand.
But that face that looked like a human being now showed a humanized and mocking expression. It smiled contemptuously, and then with a sudden force of its body, it broke free.
Of course, several spells of different colors followed.
Paralysis spell, sleeping spell, blasting spell...
The effects of drowsiness and paralysis are not noticeable at all. The blasting spell seemed to have blown off a few of its hairs?
The damage was so subtle that Professor McGonagall and the others didn't even see it clearly.
"Is their defense so outrageous?!" Professor McGonagall couldn't help but look at Professor Kettleburn and asked her own question.
Professor Kettleburn opened his mouth and looked at the giant beast opposite, seeming a little distracted.
After a moment, he responded: "I don't know!"
"But, theoretically speaking, this shouldn't be the case."
The expression on Professor Kettleburn's face gradually became serious.
He didn't think it was a matter of individual differences among a certain manticore. This degree of difference is obviously not something that can be explained by individual differences.
"There may be artificial factors involved. To be honest, although I'm sorry, Professor McGonagall, if possible, we'd better keep this one alive."
"If possible, I will keep the one over there among the students alive for you to study."
Of course Professor McGonagall would not be surprised by the high magic resistance of this manticore.
If the magic resistance is high...
Professor McGonagall waved her wand, and a huge knight's spear immediately appeared on the wall of the castle, stabbing the manticore's abdomen fiercely.
The manticore eats in pain. After howling, it flew over here.
At this time, Professor Kettleburn and several other professors stepped forward naturally without any command, and activated their respective protective magic, or blocking magic, to prevent the manticore that was about to lunge forward. The tailed beast stood in front of him, preventing him from getting any closer to Professor McGonagall.
And knight's spear, giant sword, and even a large meteor hammer appeared on the wall one after another. They waved and launched a brutal attack on the manticore.
All other professors have to do is protect. Or occasionally put two useless magic spells to increase the damage.
Not much though.
The entire process was organized and straightforward.
Professor Kettleburn couldn't help but sigh, if the action against the fire dragon had been so easy, maybe he wouldn't have lost his leg.
He now only has one and a half limbs left. Of course, what he lost was not just the result of an accident, but the accumulation of decades.
However, he also knew that this kind of beautiful fighting method was difficult to see in most places except Hogwarts.
Professor McGonagall is not only a famous British transfiguration master. She is a world-famous transfiguration master.
Such a transformation master is not something that the Fire Dragon Sanctuary can afford to hire.
Now Professor McGonagall didn't know what the sighing professor was thinking. She didn't care at all. An old professor who was older than her didn't need her to worry about his psychological problems.
Luke's safety is what she is worried about now.
When she thought of that smiling, harmless little bastard, her teeth itched with hatred.
She didn't believe Luke knew anything about this from the beginning. And Luke didn't believe that he could hide it from him at first. So he said everything he could. The rest are undoubtedly those that Luke cannot say in his knowledge.
Professor McGonagall even felt that Luke even knew the type and number of creatures in the attack.
But can such information really be given casually? Previously, Professor McGonagall was not sure what the purpose of such information was. But now, she knows.
No matter what preparations Luke had made, it now seemed that the strength of the remaining three magical animals should be far beyond Luke's expectations.
Listening to the furious roar and howl of pain from the manticore not far away, Professor McGonagall became increasingly uneasy.
If the information in that letter was sugar-coated, then these strange magical animals must have been the cannonballs.
What do they, no, what do they want behind the scenes? !
Thinking of this, Professor McGonagall couldn't help but increase the intensity of the output again. Two giant axes stretched out from the ceiling of the corridor, and struck the manticore one after another.
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On the other side, the door of the auditorium was pushed open easily.
The door latch didn't do much good. However, Luke still noticed that although the tool for knocking was an iron rod, the two gorgeous doors were not damaged at all, and even the relief paintings on them showed no signs of damage.
It was really strong and reminded him of a game he played in his previous life when he was young. There was a hero who used a gate as a shield.
If this door could be removed, it might not be bad to serve as a shield for Klopp. The giant's own magic resistance, coupled with this shield, is definitely enough to take on the important task.
It would be better if he could be smarter.
Three magical animals filed in, one looked ferocious and cruel, one looked sinister and dangerous, and the last one looked...
Vicious but stupid?
Luke couldn't quite place the feeling. I always felt that the giant monster was silly, but for some reason, Luke didn't react when he saw the Voldemort Bat, but when he saw the giant monster, he subconsciously felt dangerous.
He has always had this kind of unreasonable intuition, but after his intuition gives a warning, he usually checks it before taking action. Of course, in general, intuition is accurate.
These three magical animals did not attack immediately as soon as they came in, which also gave the students a little confidence.
"They don't seem to dare to move."
Pansy Perkins sat in her seat and said with relief.
Her voice was not quiet, and Luke, who was not far away, naturally heard it.
He followed the voice and looked over. This girl was a very interesting character. In the original novel, she was mean and ugly. All the words you could think of that were related to bad things seemed to be included in Rowling's description. Find the corresponding place on your body.
In the movie, the original actor was replaced because he was too beautiful, and then he changed roles many times. Probably because Rowling really hated the role, the actor became uglier every time.
But the girl in front of me, although she couldn't be said to be very beautiful, was not very ugly either. She has short black hair that looks neat and tidy, and a refreshing face with some pride.
She doesn't look like a standard noble lady. It seems much more low-key.
Maybe it has something to do with the Parkinson family tradition. A purist, but not twice included in the line-up of the two Dark Lords. Astonishingly sensible.
Although he may not be as comfortable as the Malfoy family in adapting to the prevailing circumstances. But the Parkinson's family doesn't need to eat too much. Keeping a low profile is how they protect themselves.
One of the few conservatives among the nobility.
Pansy seemed to only notice Luke's gaze towards her, so she blushed and whispered, "Because they really didn't move."
She thought Luke was looking at her because she said something wrong.
Of course, Luke wouldn't think that this girl had a good temper just because of her gentle voice, because after talking to him, Pansy glared at a mixed-race classmate who looked over. go back.
It's strange that this can be a good thing.
Although it sounds like a long story, in fact everything that happened before my eyes was just a few seconds of stalemate.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but Luke always felt that the giant monster glanced at him.
At this time, Professor Sprout and Hagrid had already stood up and walked closer.
Watching the three magical animals staring at Professor Quirrell and roaring, and looking at the entire auditorium with vigilant and greedy eyes from time to time. Professor Spratt took out his wand. The wand had a plain appearance and looked like a longer tachyon.
Like Professor Spratt, her wand is somewhat inconspicuous.
Especially when Hagrid raised his red umbrella, everyone else's wands became featureless objects.
"Get out of here! If you don't have a place to stay, you can stay in the Forbidden Forest first. We will find a suitable place for you and then send you back."
Hagrid is not a professor, but now, here, he is the only one who can speak out. Because he was very familiar with the three magical animals in front of him, although his familiarity with the Voldemort Bat was only on paper.
But he was not stupid. Looking at the three magical animals in front of him, he felt that it was a good thing that they did not attack immediately, but this also made him feel a little strange.
Why not just do it? What are they afraid of?
At this moment, he was just staring seriously at the manticore that seemed to be the leader. Want to have a conversation with it. But he didn't notice that the giant monster glanced at Slytherin's position unintentionally.
Then he roared and waved a steel club.
Opposite it is Professor Spratt, one of the four deans, but he has no fear!
Looks like a really stupid guy.
Quirrell struggled in his heart, but decided to speak.
"Professor Sprout, be careful! That troll is not simple..."
But before he finished speaking, the Voldemort Bat rushed towards his face again, interrupting his words.
At the same time, the long tail stabbed Hagrid. Hagrid ducked away in a way that didn't seem like he should have been in shape. And holding a little red umbrella, he started to fight back.
At this time, Luke glanced at Marcus, who had stood up and was ready to fight.
