AWB Chapter 915 Gryffindor Launcher
Chapter 915 Gryffindor Launcher
"Shouldn't Patriarch Bodhi be knocking on the head?" Huibara Ai asked casually.
Martin put his hands on his hips and said, "That means I'm tall."
Only then did Haibara Ai notice that Martin's child form was two centimeters taller than her.
Oh, boring boy.
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After finishing the meal and dessert, Dumbledore picked up the hammer and knocked on the small bell on the table. All the students who heard the sound fell silent.
With another wave of his hand, all the leftovers on the table were swept away, including those that Martin had conjured up.
"It's time to go to bed. Everyone go back to the dormitory."
The seniors stood up from their seats or returned to their seats, and the freshmen followed suit and stood straight in their seats. Then they took a step back and turned neatly towards the corridor. The seniors still lined up in an orderly manner, but with the addition of freshmen, the originally clean and neat voices were mixed with a lot of noise.
Unlike when they came in, the four houses went in different directions. For example, Hufflepuff went towards the entrance hall, while the Gryffindor team climbed up the marble staircase.
We walked through the castle, passing through several corridors with talking portraits, and twice through secret doors hidden behind sliding panels and hanging curtains.
If each flight of stairs represented one floor, they were now on the eighth floor. Martin suddenly pulled Ma Wu with him and left the team in a swagger: "The principal has something to ask me to come over, you guys go back first."
Please, come over? Can you dare to speak more rudely, little kid?
"Wait a minute, can you find the way?" asked the sixth grade prefect.
Hogwarts Castle has a history of nearly a thousand years, and its interior is extremely complex and magical. Even Headmaster Dumbledore cannot claim to have mastered all the secrets of the castle.
"Don't worry, I know this place better than you do." Martin made an OK gesture.
Some students were not convinced by this, especially the Weasley twins who were keen on adventure, but no one said anything under the discipline.
The class leaders had originally planned to have one of them take Martin to see the principal, but Martin and Ma Wu disappeared after just a few words, and it seemed that they really knew the way.
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Walking along the corridor on the eighth floor, you will find the principal's office. In front of its door is the end of another spiral staircase.
Dumbledore was standing in front of the headmaster's office waiting for Martin. He seemed to think that Martin would come up the spiral staircase, so he held the railing and looked down.
Hearing two footsteps approaching, Dumbledore turned around and said, "Oh, you are here."
He glanced at Ma Wu. His voice transmission spell only invited Martin, but it didn't matter if Ma Wu came.
"How is it? What's your first impression of Hogwarts?"
Ma Wu made a distressed sound again: "It's different from what I imagined. I thought... it would be freer here."
"A long time ago, it was really free here - studying magic is a romantic thing, isn't it?" Dumbledore recalled, and continued to look down at the bottom of the spiral staircase: "Flying in the sky, everyone studied the magic they liked, and students could sing the school song to any tune they liked. Until twenty years ago, we had to change all this because of a wizard."
"Voldemort?" Even Ma Wu guessed it.
"Yes, Voldemort, has his story spread to the East? But you are not afraid of him." Dumbledore nodded: "Voldemort has recruited many evil followers like him, intending to rule the entire wizarding world with violence. In order to fight him, we have to focus on seeking strength and use violence to counter violence."
So Hogwarts, which was once a place where a hundred schools of thought could flourish and research could be free, became an academy that only studied how to maximize the combat effectiveness of wizards. Gradually, it learned war theory, tactical command, battle formation coordination, multi-service coordination, special operations training... These were all Voldemort's ways to fight against Voldemort.
After a dark decade of struggle with Voldemort, the Hogwarts army completely defeated the dark wizard and restored peace and order in the European wizarding world ten years ago, with Voldemort being crushed by one-year-old Harry.
Although it is no longer an era of struggle, the wizards have been warned that even if they love peace, they cannot give up the pursuit of violence. Therefore, although Hogwarts today has resumed full development in teaching and encouraged students to actively explore the way of magic, it still retains military training and strict discipline to ensure that once a conflict occurs, senior students can join the battle and junior students can protect themselves.
"Voldemort claims to rule the wizarding world, but in reality he is only causing chaos in Europe. Neither the East nor the New World (America) are places he can reach." Dumbledore cleverly shifted the topic to his purpose: "The branch in the New World, after all, was also passed on from Europe, and the East... We have had too little dealings with you, and we don't understand each other."
The number of wizards is far less than that of ordinary people, and their strength is always less than that of ordinary people united. Once the existence of wizards is discovered by Muggles, they will be persecuted and eliminated. There was the extermination of witches in the Middle Ages, and the extermination of Buddhism in the Northern Wei Dynasty. Therefore, both Western wizards and Eastern monks hid themselves, leaving only some legends, unknown to ordinary people at that time.
As he spoke, Dumbledore left the stair railing, turned around and pushed open the door of the headmaster's office.
Ma Wu curiously ran to the stairs and looked down. She was a little curious about what old man Dumbledore was looking at just now.
All she saw was a seemingly endless spiral staircase and paintings on the walls of the two floors below.
The person in one of the paintings waved at Ma Wu in a friendly manner, but Ma Wu was frightened instead. He shrank his neck, turned around and quickly caught up with the old principal and his brother.
"We didn't contact each other in the past because this planet is too big and the distance is too far, so it's inconvenient to contact each other." Walking into the headmaster's office, Dumbledore continued, "Now Muggle technology has connected this planet in all directions, giving us the opportunity to communicate with each other and increase our understanding... I see that you seem to have learned quite a few spells."
"It's okay, it's actually mostly my own 'spell' that's put into a shell." Martin answered casually while looking at the decoration of the principal's office.
A table on spindly legs held a number of curious silver items, which spun and emitted little puffs of smoke. The walls were covered with portraits of former headmasters and headmistresses, many of whom, of course, winked at Martin, as if all the portraits in the wizarding world were alive. There was also a huge table with claw-shaped legs.
Dumbledore walked behind the table. On a shelf behind the table was the tactical helmet version of the Sorting Hat that he had seen not long ago.
"Can you answer my question? Is this Sorting Hat real?" asked Dumbledore.
"Really? Both are real. Xiao Wu's 'Copying Spell' basically won't produce a fake... She failed once when she was trying to copy me."
Ma Wu's ability once tried to turn Martin into two people, but one of the Martins was just a dislocated shadow, doing the same actions as Martin, without the ability to think.
But when Ma Wu lost count of the number of students in the class, the extra people in the class were all different and independent. It was hard to tell where they came from.
"That is to say, we would have two sorting hats." Dumbledore nodded, not feeling sorry. If there were really two sorting hats behind him and they were quarreling with each other every day, even Dumbledore would be annoyed. Ma Wu was also wandering around in the principal's office. Suddenly, she saw behind the door. Her eyes lit up. She saw a big bright red bird, about the size of a swan, with a long golden tail, and a long golden beak and claws.
This is Dumbledore's pet, the phoenix Fawkes, the symbol of the Order of the Phoenix founded by Dumbledore. The core of Harry Potter's super long heavy sniper wand is made of its long tail feathers.
Dumbledore picked up the Sorting Hat, then reached into it and pulled out a silver-shining alien firearm. It had a single barrel but a caliber of 50 mm. Martin, who was in his childish state, could try to put his fist in it.
"Cool." Martin asked, "Can I try it?"
"This is the Gryffindor Launcher. It's not a wand but more like a Muggle weapon." As he introduced it, Dumbledore felt relieved. The ability to summon the Gryffindor Launcher was a function that only the real Sorting Hat had. "It has the same material and some properties as your wand."
Such as absorbing substances that can strengthen it, and being slow to heat up, which prevents it from overheating at the muzzle, and can also resist fire spells.
"Why are there Muggle weapons? Aren't wizards very hostile to Muggles?"
"Before the International Statute of Secrecy was enacted, most wizards had no choice but to deal with Muggles." Dumbledore coughed dryly: "It is ungentlemanly to use a wand against a Muggle, but it is fair to use a Muggle weapon."
Is it... fair?
"Lend it to me for fun?" Martin negotiated again.
"It's not impossible to lend it to you, but there is a condition." Dumbledore turned and looked at the door of the headmaster's office: "Come in."
Apparently he had told someone to wait outside the door when Martin arrived.
However, there was complete silence, and no one pushed the door open. Dumbledore used a wandless and spellless spell to open the door, and there was no one outside the headmaster's office, as if he had been stood up.
Dumbledore walked out of the headmaster's office, looked left and right at the empty corridor, and asked, "Draco Malfoy, are you here?"
Hearing the name of the white-faced piglet again, Martin now understood what Dumbledore wanted to do.
"Sir, I'm downstairs." A vague voice came up from the bottom of the stairs, "I can't climb anymore..."
Dumbledore looked over the railing in confusion, and his shoulders shook: Wow! When did I get so high up here? Isn't it only eight floors?
I saw that the spiral staircase below was endless and I couldn’t see the bottom at all.
Martin turned around and looked at Ma Wu: When did you start to use your power?
Ma Wu put his hands behind his back, his eyes wandering, as if he had something to hide.
Martin narrowed his eyes and went around behind Ma Wu to see what she was holding, but Ma Wu immediately adjusted her direction and kept facing her brother so that he could not see her back.
Here, Dumbledore used a spell to pull Malfoy up from more than 360 floors underground, then removed the illusion on his head and brought him back to the headmaster's office.
Ma Wu, who was circling with Martin, saw the funny pig head and laughed again.
When Dumbledore was circling with Martin and Ma Wu, he saw Ma Wu holding something golden behind his back and raised his eyebrows.
When Ma Wu and Martin stopped, Dumbledore pointed at the white-faced piglet with a sour face and said, "Can you please restore him to his original state?"
"Sure, as long as he apologizes." Martin extended his hand in an invitation gesture: "I told him at the time that he could either apologize for what he said or pay for what he said."
"Oh?" Dumbledore dragged out a long sound, as if there was something else behind this.
When Malfoy explained the whole thing, it was naturally impossible for him to explain clearly what he had done. He pushed all the responsibilities onto others and portrayed himself as a complete victim.
Of course, Dumbledore had been teaching for decades, so it was impossible for him to believe everything Malfoy said, but he really didn't know what Malfoy did specifically, nor did he care much.
"I can't help it. My sister is right next to us." Martin pulled Ma Wu over and said, "I have to use this negative example to teach Ma Wu that speaking without restraint will lead to disadvantages. Her brother is already a bad role model in this regard. If this kid insults someone else's parents and walks away, Xiao Wu will really never learn to think before speaking."
Especially since her brother would think before speaking, but the result of his thinking was the most irritating thing.
"So, Mr. Malfoy, are you willing to apologize?" Dumbledore took a mediator's attitude, hinting at the meaning of 'If you don't apologize, I won't care about this matter anymore'.
After all, Martin had said this, and Malfoy himself said that there were only Harry, Weasley, and a few Muggle-born students he didn't know in the carriage at that time. In addition, considering that Malfoy was a former Death Eater, how could Dumbledore not guess who Malfoy insulted?
If it weren't for his duty as a headmaster, and if it weren't for the fact that Dumbledore wanted to see Martin's irreversible Transfiguration, and also because Malfoy's father was one of the school directors, he would have left the kid hanging for a few days to let him suffer enough before taking care of him.
Malfoy struggled for a long time, and decided that going to class with a pig head was more terrible than apologizing. He bent down and said, "I am very sorry for what I said. Please allow me to apologize to you and your companions. I'm sorry."
"Heh, he said one thing and meant another, but he was able to recite his apology like it was a template." Martin mocked, "The Formaldehyde family has really good tutors."
"You..." Malfoy clenched his fists, but he was also outspoken. He could do nothing about Martin, so Martin himself was already a bad example of someone who could speak without being punished. At most, he would be elbowed a few times by Ai.
Martin had already raised his wand, looking like he was going to blow Harry’s head off: “Don’t move. Remember to apologize to Harry the next time you see him, or I’ll send you down to apologize to his parents.”
At this time, Martin glanced at Dumbledore who was looking at him with amusement, and thought that his fake spell was okay to tease Malfoy, but he couldn't pretend to cast a spell in front of this big shot. He put away the assault wand directly, and then stretched out his hand to pretend to be a pistol and pointed it at Malfoy: "biu~"
Pig-head Malfoy suddenly turned into pixel man Malfoy.
"Oh, I made a mistake." Knowing that Dumbledore wanted to see his skills, Martin gave a big show: "biu~biu~biu~biu~biu~biu~biu~biu~"
Pixel Malfoy turned into Centaur Malfoy, and then into Lego Malfoy, Kobold Malfoy, Goblin Malfoy, Owl Malfoy, Owl-headed Cat Malfoy, Malfoy-headed Owl Cat, Cat-headed Malfoy-hawk, normal Malfoy, and Pig-headed Malfoy.
When Malfoy returned to his normal state, Dumbledore hurriedly reminded: "Stop!"
But after he finished speaking, Malfoy turned into a pig head again.
"Ah, it's overcooked." Martin said calmly, "Wait for me to rewind the tape." (End of this chapter)