All the men in the world are scumbags!

As long as there is a heartbeat and can breathe, no one can deprive you of the right to appreciate beauty.

Well, maybe the ghost doesn't need to breathe.

Well, Myrtle really hopes that Gowan will become her kind.

So she didn't need Gao Wen to visit her, and the next morning, she brought the short and fat Professor Sprout to her house.

"My child, I heard you have some strange ideas about magic. Can you tell me?"

Holding black tea in his hand, Professor Sprout looked Gao Wen in the eyes, waiting for Gao Wen to give the answer.

Answer?

Can Gao Wen say that he dislikes Hogwarts' magic a little...

In addition to some spells that bless the body, stealing thinking, changing shadows, and calling on divine guards, only Animagus's transformation technique is a bit interesting, right?

What can be solved with just one rifle? Do you have to give me a name called Avada Sauvignon?

As for what Myrtle told him last night, about ghosts and lich transformation black magic... Gao Wen really only found out last night!

Abandoned ribs.

It’s tasteless to eat, but it’s a pity to throw it away.

However, these do not seem to require magical positions, as long as academic research can keep up.

Without answering Professor Sprout's words in person, Gao Wen just silently took out a rubber band from his hand.

A pea, a rubber band, and two fingers.

A simple slingshot is done just like that.

With a bang, soybeans were bounced on the hat on the professor's head. In Sprout's puzzled gaze, Gao Wen said:

"Professor, do you know that Muggles have already developed better alternatives, and the effect is better."

"Did you mean musket?"

"Yes, but now it is no longer called muskets. In their classification, they can be called pistols, rifles, sniper rifles, artillery, rockets, missiles... and among these weapons, the most powerful intercontinental missile can directly destroy the entire Hogwarts from tens of thousands of kilometers away."

Gao Wen made an explosion gesture: "As long as a missile and a bang, Hogwarts disappeared."

"child...."

"I know, I know, professor, you want to say that these things have shortcomings."

Gao Wen nodded and admitted, then continued: "But Professor, everything has its shortcomings, and we can make up for the shortcomings of Muggle technology with magic, right?"

Professor Sprout's brow frowned.

She could see that Gao Wen did not think about it for a moment, but had a complete plan in his heart.

Strengthen your body and consume some magic positions to increase your survivability. Use Muggles' firearms as attack methods. If there are shortcomings, use the remaining magic positions to make up for the shortcomings.

Very simple idea!

Perhaps it is also a common problem for many young wizards born in the Muggle world?

Thinking of the little Muggle wizard who now accounts for one-quarter of the academy, Professor Sprout's brow frowned even deeper.

"Listen to me, my child, we have not been studying Muggle firearms. The Ministry of Magic has a department that specializes in Muggle technology..."

"I know, the Weasleys are the director, and I heard Ron mention his father's flying car."

Gao Wen shrugged his shoulders and showed a stance of "this is a joke."

"No!"

Slapping his hands on the table, the short and fat professor stood up with great momentum this time, staring at Gao Wen with his eyes tightly: "Child, don't think about the technology of those Muggles anymore. No matter how powerful they are, they still have fatal shortcomings!"

"Professor, I don't understand..."

"Those weapons you said cannot defeat some evil guys!"

Gao Wen: "..."

"Ghosts, demons, demons, dark creatures, pictographic magic, and even some more hidden and taboo things, these things are guarded and suppressed by our wizards!

My child, you are excellent, beyond my expectations.

But Gao Wen, as your mentor and your dean, I hope you can clearly understand this, recognize our responsibilities as wizards, seriously learn and explore the true meaning of magic, and take on the responsibilities on our shoulders when we grow old, rather than wasting your talents because of some irrelevant associations!"

Professor Sprout seemed to be really angry by Gao Wen's words. After shouting at Gao Wen, he stared at him in the eyes and shouted: "I need to hear confirmation from your mouth!"

"Clearly...understand..."

"Okay, that's it, there are twenty minutes left to be the Black Magic Defense class. I hope you don't be late!"

With a slam, the door was closed from outside.

Gao Wen: "..."

Looking at the door that had been locked up, Gao Wen lay helplessly on the long table in front of him.

Are wizards so irritable?

"Senior sister, she seems to be angry."

Powerless, Gowen muttered to the wall beside him.

At the wall, Myrtle, who had been hiding in it and watching the fun, walked out.

Seeing Gao Wen's lazy appearance, Myrtle grimaced at him with a strange smile:

"Do you know who was the last wizard who said the same idea as you?"

"Who? Voldemort?"

"You're smart, but in fact, Tom just proposed to wear a pistol for each Oro as a conventional attack method, rather than like you..."

When I talked about this, Myrtle had already arrived at Gao Wen.

He leaned over and showed a weird smile under his scarlet grimace: "It's a crazy offer to replace attack magic with a Muggle firearm."

"This is just a temptation. I am just an ignorant child, a little wizard from a Muggle."

"Yes, a child."

Myrtle smiled even happier, and two big pieces of meat kept shaking in front of Gao Wen's eyes.

"Xiao Gaowen, do you know?"

"Um?"

"It's the source blood of the viscount you used before. You know that if that viscount can be promoted to the next level and become an earl, he will be able to learn a very special blood clan black magic."

"What?"

"The long river of blood."

"There is no record in the book, what is this magic use?"

"Kill humans and imprison souls. For every soul imprisonment, that soul can complete a replacement for the count-level blood clan."

Speaking of this, Miss Yinhun lit up her eyebrows, and then placed the memory in the water cup on the table under Gao Wen's strange gaze.

The picture slowly kicks off in the fluctuations of the water cup.

The flames burned, the figures flashed, and corpses were everywhere.

It was a handsome man in a black suit with dark bat wings growing behind him.

"This scene is a memory from fifty years ago, and the blood clan marquis in front of you was a dangerous thing called artillery by Muggles, and was bombarded head-on for half an hour.

In this half hour, he died sixteen times.

But do you know?

In just half an hour, it slaughtered a total of 1,700 people..."

“That is,…”
Chapter completed!