According to my guess, my abilities have changed after coming to this world. There are two possibilities. One is that because of the suppression force, superpowers cannot appear in this magic world, so my superpowers are turned into magic; the other is that what the God Girl wants to tell me through these, or is this also a reward? Or a preparation? If the reward is easy to say, it is preparation, maybe the next world is the magic world...

Forget it, I don’t think about this anymore. Taking advantage of the opportunity now, even if the next world is really a magical world, I can still be fully prepared. However, I cannot ask the teacher. The first-grade course also limits my progress in learning magic, so I can only continue to read books and practice quietly by myself, but this method is progressing very slowly. Although my understanding of my own abilities has made me understand many principles of magic, even if I understand the principles, I only understand the principles. The casting of magic includes spells, postures, timing of magic output, etc. If no one teaches or demonstrates, I can only explore slowly and be careful. After all, this is not a joke.

As December begins, the weather becomes extremely cold, the mountains around the school are covered with ice and snow, and frost is found on the ground every morning. However, this cannot weaken the enthusiasm of the students, because at this time of year, Hagrid will defrost at Quidditch Stadium, which also means that this year's Quidditch competition is about to begin.

"I said, do you want to read books even at this time?" As friends, we naturally had to cheer for him on the spot. However, when Hermione saw that I was still carrying a big book and immediately started reading it after sitting down, she said helplessly.

"Well, Hermione, it seems that you are not the ones we like to read, because Lina is more out of your way than you." Ron said helplessly.

I ignored them and continued to read, and their attention quickly changed because the Quidditch game had already begun. The game was very intense and the atmosphere off the court was very intense. Commentator Lee Jordan felt like "soul possession". Not long after, Hagrid also came to the stands with a large telescope.

"Look! What's wrong with Harry?" Suddenly, Ron's voice attracted everyone's attention. I looked up and it turned out that Harry's broom was twitching wildly, twisting, slowly, getting higher and higher to keep Harry away from the field.

"I really don't know what Harry wants to do," Hegel mumbled, looking through the telescope, "if I didn't know him so much, I would think he couldn't control his broom-but he couldn't..."

At this time, the audience in the stands noticed Harry's abnormality. His broom began to tumbling and roll continuously, and Harry could only barely support him and could not fall off. Then, the broom twisted again wildly, and Harry was thrown off by it. Now he only grabbed the broom with his hands and hung it in the air.

"When Flint hit him just now, was there something wrong with the broom?" someone asked next to him.

"Impossible," Hager said in a trembling voice, "Nothing except for the powerful black magic, can interfere with a flying broom - it is impossible for a child to cast such magic on the light wheel 2,000."

"I've guessed it long ago," Hermione pointed to the stands in the distance, "It was Snape--look, he was doing something bad--to recite an evil curse on the flying broom!"

Following Hermione's finger, everyone looked up at Snape, only to see him staring at Harry, muttering something.

"Don't act rashly, I'll deal with it." I pulled Hermione's arm down, and then I suddenly disappeared and left the Gryffindor's stands.

Invisible magic balls are one of the few achievements I have studied in the median. Although I can still use optical camouflage in this world, if I use the previous method, the consumption will be extremely huge. Therefore, according to the principle of optical camouflage, I have improved this skill. This invisible magic ball is a spherical polarized barrier that can wrap my body and follow me to move. Although because of this, if you look closely, a faint, distorted figure will appear at the position after I use the invisible magic balls. In fact, even Harry's invisible jacket can only achieve this effect.

After passing through the crowd and coming behind Quirrell, I took out my magic wand and gave him a gift from Yang Jiaozun. As Quirrell twitched, Harry's broom returned to normal.

"It was Snape," Ron shouted in Hagrid's hut after the game. "Hermione and I both saw it. He was chanting a spell on Harry's broom, muttering in his mouth, staring at Harry."

"Nonsense," Haeger retorted, "Why did Snape do such a thing?"

"You can ask Lina, she saved Harry," Hermione said.

"Is it true? Lina, is it really Snape?" Hager asked suspiciously.

"No, it's not Snape, it's someone else." I replied lightly.

"I'll tell me, Snape is Hogwarts' teacher, and he will never do that." Hager said.

However, Hermione and the others still didn't believe it, and also said that Snape might have been bitten by a three-headed dog. Hager also said in the argument that he not only said that the three-headed dog was guarding Dumbledore, but also said a name: Nicole Lemay.

The conversation ended badly. After returning to Gryffindor Castle, Harry and the other two decided to find out who Nicolmay was. They thought of me first, but I didn't tell them.

"You guys check it yourself, so you can read more books." I said to them. Ron and Harry couldn't refute this sentence, but Hermione supported me very much.

The first Quidditch game was the Christmas holiday. The students were looking forward to the holiday, but many people signed on the Christmas list. Harry and I were orphans, so it was meaningless to not go back. In order to accompany Harry, Ron and his two twin brothers also stayed. Hermione wanted to stay, but I persuaded him to leave.

Since Slytherin lost to Gryffindor because of Harry's relationship in the first game, Malfoy has envied Harry in all kinds of envy, jealousy and hated Harry, and did not miss any opportunity to attack Harry. This time he stayed at school on Christmas, he was ridiculed by Harry for not having a decent family, and we also entered his attack range, but we just treated him as an idiot and ignored it directly.

Because there are very few people in Hogwarts during the holidays, I can naturally practice magic with confidence. It’s not that I can’t practice it normally, but the magic I practice cannot be known to others at all. It’s all black magic with a certain attack power. If Harry and the others know, you must be entangled in learning. If the teachers know it...

I am practicing coma now. The principle of this magic is to make the target fall into a coma. Although it is awkward to say this, it is the fact that. When the caster uses the coma, he will release a powerful beam of energy. According to the book, this energy will make the target coma, but it will not cause any damage. Originally, my understanding was to use energy to impact the target's brain or nerves, but if this is the case, it is impossible not to cause harm to the target. If I did this directly with electricity in the past, it would be light to turn the target into an idiot.

However, this also reminds me that if I use the principle of the coma curse and directly use electricity to impact the opponent's brain, once I succeed, it will be a murder spell. Moreover, the coma curse is faster than Avadassori and has a stronger penetration. If I succeed, this is my ultimate skill.

"Damn it!"

With this sound, more than a dozen red light spots flew out from my staff, hitting a row of wooden targets not far away, and opening some small holes in the target. It is not that easy to study new spells. I have been practicing this spell for a month, and I have not succeeded once. Except for the fact that I can now shoot a group coma spell, I can say that there is no progress.

"Linna."

Just as I was about to release a coma curse, a voice rang out, Professor McGonagall. I put away my wand and turned around. The professor stood on the steps not far behind me.

"Can you... talk?" the professor said, slowly walking over, his lips curled up, as if he wanted to smile, but he still couldn't laugh in the end.

I didn't say anything, just bowed slightly to the professor, and then looked at her expressionlessly.

"We...we all know that you are practicing magic yourself, and we understand why you don't come to us, but why do you have to practice such dangerous magic?" the professor asked softly.

"You should know the reason. That person is not dead yet. I believe that one day, he will make a comeback." I replied faintly.

"But this should be the adult wizard's business, you still..."

"Am I still too young? Not too young. It's been eleven years since that incident, and I don't have much time to waste it anymore." I still answered lightly.

"Child, why can't you trust us?" The professor asked me with a sad look when he heard me.

"Because I don't want to hurt you, professor." I pulled the corner of my mouth and showed a "smile" expression. "You are so nice to me, professor, or everyone I contact is so nice to me, but I am an Avenger, and the object of revenge is such a powerful existence, so I am afraid that my revenge will hurt you, because I know, don't see that I am so rational now. I may not be crazy when I really want to see him."

"Then have you refused to help from others? Even if these people really care about you? Do you think you can fight Voldemort alone?" Another voice sounded. It was Dumbledore. When did he come?

"No, so I'm going to make myself stronger first and then join the Order of the Phoenix." I replied.

"Do you think I'll get a child to the Order of the Phoenix?" Dumbledore asked seriously.

"If he really comes back, it will be a war. There are no men, women, old men and children on the battlefield, only soldiers, soldiers fighting for their beliefs." I looked directly into Dumbledore's eyes and replied firmly.
Chapter completed!