The Periodic Table of Words and Spirits at Hogwarts Chapter 193

"Boom"!

Just as Professor McGonagall uttered the name of the spell, something seemed to jump down on the surrounding stands, hitting the ground with the kinetic energy given by the acceleration of gravity, raising a cloud of smoke.

"Cough, cough, cough"...

The open space below suddenly filled with dust, which enveloped Astoria and blocked part of her vision.

However, the current Astoria is no longer the weak child she used to be.

"Hoo"!

The iron meteor hammer swung an arc and slammed down with a terrifying whistling sound.

"Crack"!

With a crisp sound of cutting gold and breaking jade, a silver light flashed through the dust, and the meteor hammer that lost its chain flew out fiercely, hitting the fence of the stadium with a loud bang.

The first alchemy armor was obviously stunned after losing the weapon in his hand, as if he didn't believe that the guy in his hand had just disappeared.

However, in the next second, a sharp blade flashing with ice-blue runes cut through the armor gap under the armpit, and then cut the armor into two pieces like cutting paper!

"Is this the power of alchemy weapons?"

Professor McGonagall looked at the figure with a white ponytail in the field, and looked at Dumbledore in shock.

"The sword in the rod symbolizes the top of the alchemy of ordinary human beings. It is said that it was once the sword of a senior member of the church, but it was lost in the subsequent war."

Dumbledore looked at the Quidditch pitch where the smoke had not yet dissipated, and nodded slightly.

"It is very close to the fighting method of ancient wizards. At that time, the staff of one person had not completely disappeared, and wizards could also use weapons during duels."

The two people in the stands were talking calmly, but Astoria, who was under the stage, couldn't stop.

Piertotum, the last protective spell at Hogwarts.

After the headmaster of the school issued an order, all the decorative armors in the corridor would automatically move, stubbornly blocking the enemies who entered the castle.

These armors do not feel pain, and even if some parts are damaged, they can still move, not to mention the weapons they are carrying are real guys!

Do you know why the peasant uprisings of the past dynasties were always very difficult at the beginning?

Not because those peasant armies did not have their own sharp weapons, but because these uprising armies did not have weapons that could break the heavy armor of the imperial army.

In ancient times, it was normal for big landlords to hide weapons, but no one dared to hide armor.

Because hiding armor was an absolute capital crime in ancient times, no one even dared to be accommodating to save your life.

"It feels good."

When cutting off the first alchemy puppet, Astoria stretched out her left hand slightly behind her, spread her five fingers to maintain balance, kept her feet in a state of nailing, and held the handle high with her right hand. Sword in stick.

The intricate and gorgeous patterns on the blade were not even scratched after severing the armor made entirely of tempered steel!

At this time, the wind had completely dissipated the smoke and dust on the court, and the sun shining directly on the ground shone on the rapier that shone with runes, reflecting a dazzling light.

The dazzling light had even blinded the eyes of several spectators in the stands!

"Hoo"!

An armor that had already circled around Astoria's back raised the knight's great sword in his hand high, and then slashed the sword with both hands.

"It's a little slow."

Astoria didn't even look back, just turned her body slightly to the side.

The big sword smashed to the ground with a blast of air, causing a cloud of smoke.

"Hey, puff!"

There was no unnecessary sound, the silver-white sword tip pierced through the gap of the iron ring at the neck of the armor, which played the role of a movable joint, and then cut off the functional matrix inside.

The armor slowly knelt down like someone who was really stabbed in the throat, and then fell to the ground.

"I didn't teach her this stuff."

Seeing the shocked looks from several professors, Filch quickly waved his hand:

"I have only cut vampires with a sword, so when I teach this child to practice swords, I mainly let her stab in the heart, because the core of vampires' magic power is in the heart, and they can only be killed by completely destroying the heart."

"And the throat is the most vulnerable part of a person. This kind of swordsmanship is used to kill people. I have never killed people with that sword, so naturally I won't teach this kind of tricks."

"I know, Argus, because I recognize these swordsmanship tricks and who they belong to."

Dumbledore's eyes flashed abruptly in front of a woman wearing a white skirt and holding an oil-paper umbrella glowing with metallic luster.

Since that fight, this woman has become the nightmare of Western magic society.

Anyone with discernment knew that the reason Dumbledore was able to endure for half an hour was probably because the other party was not used to the fighting style of Western wizards.

"It turned out to be her, no wonder Miss Greengrass is so powerful."

Dumbledore muttered to himself.

"Who"?

Professor McGonagall asked strangely.

"An expert hermit, who is Nico's good friend, now lives in seclusion in the West Lake of Shenzhou, and lives a very comfortable life."

Dumbledore vaguely perfunctory Professor McGonagall's question, he cleared his throat, and then waved the Elder Wand in his hand.

The black tea pot next to him flew over automatically and poured everyone a cup of tea~www.mtlnovel.com~ The battle on the field continued.

"Swipe"!

The opponent Astoria met this time was a bit difficult, because the last two alchemy armors used spears.

As the old saying goes, one inch short is dangerous, and one inch long is strong!

The spear is very flexible. If you use it well, the opponent will not be able to enter you at all.

And if the knife is stabbed, it will only bleed a little, but once stabbed by the spear, the amount of bleeding will definitely make you doubt your life.

But Filch noticed that Astoria's movements seemed to be easy, not strenuous at all.

Although Dumbledore and other professors have some knowledge of swordsmanship, they are basically laymen and cannot see these things.

It turns out that Filch's idea was not wrong.

"It's almost over."

Astoria moved her neck a little, then raised the rapier in her hand, and then slammed her wrist, facing the sharp blade at the two alchemy puppets in front of her.

"Break"!

With a light drink, everyone only felt a flash in front of them, as if they saw a white shadow, passing through the middle of the two alchemy puppets from a tricky angle.

Astoria lightly flicked the sword in her hand to shake off the dust on it, and then gently put the sword in the national treasure-level staff back into the scabbard.

Behind her, the two alchemy puppets stood there as if they had been immobilized.

With a breeze blowing, everyone only heard a clatter.

All the parts of the two alchemy puppets were scattered on the ground, raising a small cloud of dust.

Chapter end

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