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Chapter 470 Changes In The Battle Of The Chief 【Subscription】

Hearing Amber's explanation, Lilith nodded ignorantly.

In fact he didn't understand much.

But Lilith didn't need to understand anything else, he just needed to know that this ferocious-looking old guy was at odds with his brother.

Thinking of this, Lilith curled her lips.

He lowered his head and began to eat his own jam pie.

Amber was leaning on the seat at this time, staring fixedly at Moody who was eating steak on the stage, with long eyes.

What he said to Lilith earlier was right, people like Moody were extreme and feudal.

He and the Presbyterian Church are not in the same way, and he usually scolds those bureaucrats and rulers who do nothing.

But he was the staunchest defender of this social form.

So he joined Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix, but. From beginning to end, "177" did not use its influence and ability to change the Ministry of Magic's approach.

In such a person's heart, in order to resist evil, he can be desperate, even willing to die.

But he will definitely not turn his guns and attack the system that is rotten to the root.

If you have to ask Amber to give an appropriate analogy.

Amber thinks that people like Moody are more like those officials in ancient China.

He knows the world sucks.

I also know that if I don't make changes, the world will end sooner or later.

But what they did was just rumors and rumors, relying on their sharp mouths in the court hall, they sprayed those officials wantonly.

But when the reform was about to take place, he was the first to stand up and oppose it.

They belong to the kind of people who would rather continue futile repairs on a broken ship, and finally sink into the whirlpool with the broken ship, than change to a new one.

From Amber's point of view, these people's harm to the entire magic world is far more serious than a single Voldemort.

At least everyone knew that Voldemort was doing evil, and Voldemort himself knew that he was doing evil.

But such a person always thinks that what he is doing is the most correct thing.

Thinking of this, Amber couldn't help but think of the scene in the original book where Barty Crouch Jr. dressed as Moody showed the Unforgivable Curse in class.

Although this thing was done by Barty Crouch Jr., but Barty Crouch Jr. also set up the teaching plan according to Moody's character.

Therefore, when Buddy Crouch Jr. made this request to Dumbledore, no one had doubts.

Because even the real Moody, as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

The first lesson will also be the Unforgivable Curses.

Thinking of this, Amber shook her head.

He lowered his head and took a piece of steak, eating it slowly.

A Moody, although powerful, is only an individual after all.

He might cause some trouble to Amber, but definitely not his trouble.

Now what Amber has to think about is when will that bastard Voldemort come back?

According to Merlin, Voldemort got Mordred's true biography.

The true biography of one of the Twelve Knights of the Round Table, who knows how powerful Voldemort has become now.

Amber felt that it was necessary for her to find Merlin in her dream.

Although this bastard looks unreliable, he is still competent as a teacher.

Amber needs to urgently improve her strength.

If she waited until Voldemort came back, Amber would sadly find that she was not the noseless opponent.

This matter is a big joke.

In the midst of Amber's wild thoughts, the opening dinner ended quickly.

Seeing that other people are walking towards the basement classroom with great interest, paying attention to this year's chief battle.

Amber shook her head, and headed straight back to the Slytherin lounge.

Now he is no longer interested in fighting at this level.

Instead of watching a battle like a child's play house, he might as well sort out his next study plan.

That bastard Merlin gave him a lot of Age of Gods magic, but more than half of it is under the magic environment of this world, with strict requirements.

Using this kind of magic to go out and beat people is not enough for the simple and neat killing curse.

Amber needs to think hard about whether there is a way to connect these age of gods magic with magic technology.

Even if it's single?

Get a seventeenth-century flintlock.

Such a powerful magic from the Age of Gods, as long as one shot can be fired successfully, is also a deterrent weapon that can change the entire battlefield.

Thinking of this, Amber took out the parchment [he lay down on the table and began to write on the picture.

The rune circuit and magic composition of magic in the age of gods are completely different from modern and contemporary magic.

So Amber had to sadly design and manufacture from scratch.

For a moment, Amber even felt as if she was dreaming back to the first grade.

At the beginning, he also forgot to sleep and eat for a magic pistol that could shoot the petrification spell.

At this time, he rarely found the pleasure of devoting all his mind to research.

In such a state, time flies by.

The parchment in front of Amber gradually increased.

The waste manuscripts under his feet gradually piled up.

But just when he tore up the waste manuscript in his hand, took out a blank parchment, and wanted to continue the research.

A pleasant bell rang suddenly.

"Huh? Lilith?"

Seeing the white profile picture displayed on the phone, Amber raised her head subconsciously and looked at the wall clock in the Slytherin lounge.

"It's already eleven o'clock, why haven't these guys come back?"

Amber answered the phone in doubt.

Before he could ask his own question, Lilith's anxious cry came from the opposite side.

"Brother, come to the basement classroom quickly, something has happened!"

Hearing the urgency in Lilith's tone, Amber was startled.

He hung up the phone quickly, and the Slytherin ring and Phoenix flames were circulating at the same time.

In the next second, it appeared in the underground classroom.

In the underground classroom.

A flaxen-haired little girl was cowering at 4.6 and squatting aside, her face was full of fear and nervousness.

And not far in front of him.

A little boy was lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead, with streams of blood continuously spreading all over his body.

It looked like it was at stake.

"what happened?"

Seeing this scene, Amber strode forward, drew out her wand and pointed it at the little boy.

But just when he wanted to stop the bleeding of the little boy.

However, he felt a rather familiar magical atmosphere lingering in the little boy's body.

Even when his healing magic touched this aura, it disappeared in an instant, without any effect.

Sensing this familiar aura, Amber suddenly raised her head and looked in horror at the little girl with a terrified face not far away.

"Who are you? What's your last name?".