Gradually, more and more people gathered in the Ravenclaw Common Room.
" Diffindo!"
" Diffindo!"
Roger seemed to particularly like this spell; the red light of the Severing Charm struck the skeleton wielding the hammer relentlessly, one after another, like a sudden storm.
Unfortunately, this had almost no effect, only leaving some charred marks and minor cracks on the skeleton's pale bones, which did not cause any serious damage.
Even the skeleton, enduring the bombardment of the spells, continued to approach Roger step by step.
The Ravenclaw students watching also noticed something was wrong, and whispers began to circulate.
Roger's spell doesn't seem to be working...
"A bit weak..."
What is that skeleton trying to do!?
Before Roger knew it, the skeleton had already walked up to him.
Seeing the flames burning in the skull's eye sockets, Roger didn't dare to breathe.
He had a bad feeling about it.
The next moment, the skeleton moved.
Its seemingly clumsy body suddenly burst forth with terrifying power and speed, snatching the ferocious bone hammer with one hand and smashing it fiercely towards Roger's face!
Roger had no time to react to this attack.
His mind went blank, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he could only watch helplessly as a white expanse rapidly enlarged in his field of vision.
The Ravenclaw students watching were horrified; some even screamed.
They seemed to already foresee the horrific sight of their brains splattering open in the next second.
Just as the hammer was about to kiss Roger's nose.
"Stop."
Morris's voice rang out.
Time seemed to stand still.
The terrifying bone hammer stopped motionless in the air less than half an inch from Roger's nose.
Roger felt as if all the blood in his body had frozen.
This thing doesn't look like a toy.
An eerie silence fell over the entire lounge.
Morris stepped forward and said to Roger with a hint of apology, "Sorry, I forgot to tell you, these skeletons can fight back."
Roger seemed to be startled by those words and took a big step back.
He gasped for breath, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said in a trembling voice, "You almost killed me!"
"It's alright, have some candy and calm down." Morris smiled and handed over a piece of chocolate.
In fact, he thought his skeleton wouldn't be able to withstand the opponent's attacks.
It now appears that the skeleton is stronger than he had imagined.
After Roger left, Morris looked around at the students and called out loudly, "Anyone else want to try? The prize is five Galleon!"
Robert Hilliard pushed his way through the crowd and stood before Morris, his expression serious. " Morris, this is too dangerous. You shouldn't be conducting this kind of magical experiment in the common room."
He witnessed the entire battle between Roger and the skeleton.
As Prefect, he is responsible for the safety of the common room.
" Prefect Robert, don't be nervous," Morris replied easily, "My skeleton is safe."
He stepped forward and took the hammer from the skeleton, easily lifting it with one hand. "Look, it's hollow. I even cast a spell on it to make it limp; it'll be fine."
The students watching were stunned, especially Roger.
Why did you scare me like that just now?
It almost made him think he was going to see Merlin.
Is it fun to make fun of others?
Morris turned to the crowd again, "There are still people here," then he said, "I'll give it a try."
Robert interrupted him, smiling slightly, "Five Galleon, does that still count?"
"That makes sense." Morris nodded and took a step back.
Although we don't know Robert's level, he is, after all, Prefect, and must be one of the most outstanding students at Hogwarts.
He also wanted to see the other party's true strength.
" Incarcerous!"
Robert waved his wand and, without warning, cast a spell that restricted movement.
Several ropes flew out from in front of him and nimbly wrapped around the skeleton's legs.
The skeleton struggled, and the rope tightened, though it didn't completely bind it, it clearly restricted its movement.
Morris nodded silently.
The battle begins with applying crowd control, a very standard tactical start.
Then, Robert uttered an unknown incantation.
A faint gray light shone from the tip of his wand, and without any warning or sound, the skeleton's right arm, which was holding the weapon, suddenly detached from its shoulder and fell to the ground with a "thud."
A cheer erupted in the lounge.
" Hilliard! Hilliard!"
"Well done!"
Robert heard the crowd cheering for him and smiled, nodding back at them.
Of course, he understood that the battle was not over.
The skeleton, though missing an arm, was still standing there perfectly fine.
However, just as he was about to continue using the spell, the severed arm on the ground suddenly moved.
To everyone's astonishment, the severed arm suddenly sprang up from the ground and flew back with perfect precision to the severed area on the skull's right shoulder.
"Click!"
A soft click, and it fit perfectly.
"Don't be careless," Morris reminded with a smile, "It would be best to use some stronger magic, like Confringo or something."
The skeletons he summons, even if reduced to ashes, can regenerate before their magic power is completely exhausted.
"Okay, you win," Robert said, shrugging.
Confringo?
He was afraid of blowing up the lounge.
Professor Flitwick insisted that he clean the toilets for a month.
"What a pity," Morris shrugged, looking at the crowd again, "Anyone else want to try? I can add five more golds—"
Before he could finish speaking, a high-pitched but clear voice came from the crowd.
What are you all doing gathered here!?
The crowd quieted down and automatically parted to form a passage.
Professor Flitwick strode in, his sharp gaze fixed on Morris in the center of the arena, and the two skeletons.
Robert quickly stepped forward and explained, " Morris Black is practicing some magic with us, Professor. It's nothing serious."
"Yeah?"
Professor Flitwick immediately became interested, and with his short legs, he quickly walked up to the two skeletons, examining them with great interest.
"What is this?" He extended his wand and gently tapped the leg bone of one of the skeletons. "Oh, a magical creation, quite exquisite and very sturdy."
Upon hearing this, Robert asked in surprise, "Professor, even you can't tell what kind of magic this is?"
Professor Flitwick shook his head. "At least not someone I'm familiar with."
Magic that even Professor Flitwick had never seen?
This piqued the interest of most Ravenclaw students, who began to discuss it.