Chapter 257

Hogwarts: Start Fusion Phoenix Bloodline Chapter 257

"Race, start!" Snape gave an order.

"Crushed to pieces!"

"All petrified!"

"Fainted!"

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Thirteen senior students, in an instant, concentrated on the fierce attack on Peter.

They also continued to cooperate, attacking one after another, so that the opponent could not find the opportunity to counterattack.

Although Peter had just despised them in his attitude, he did not dare to underestimate these people, after all, these people were all seventeen or eighteen-year-old wizards, and they were all children of pure-blood families, they had already been exposed to black magic, and their combat effectiveness was not weaker than that of adult wizards!

Peter waved his wand intently, constantly picking up the spell that flew at him, and leaned towards the other side step by step.

Then seizing the opportunity, a casual one flew a spell that attacked him into the opposite crowd.

With a scream, one of the challengers was thrown out by a boy, crashed into the wall, and then fell heavily, motionless.

This caused a commotion among the challengers and panicked.

"Calm down! He's just one person, and there are thirteen of us here! Foley said loudly with encouragement.

"There are only twelve left now!" A boy next to him, Nono, reminded.

"Traverse, you shut up, you don't need to be reminded!" Foley said sheepishly.

Foley's words still worked, and the twelve men's attacks stabilized again, desperately firing at Peter.

Except for being a little rusty at first, Peter became more and more adept at dealing with these people's attacks.

Instead of erecting an ironclad spell on himself, he took the means of attack, steadily approaching these people and constantly picking up the spells that flew in.

The closer Peter got to them, the more anxious they became.

After flying hundreds of spells, Peter became more and more skilled, and the fused genetic bloodline gave him extraordinary sensitivity, and he began to try to adjust the direction of the spell that attacked him.

As Peter expected, this time Peter easily bounced the spell back to a girl on the other side.

With a scream, the girl seemed to be hit by a sandbag, flew straight up, and then landed far under the stage and passed out.

From this moment on, Peter's attack was fierce, and the spell he provoked to fly became more and more accurate, accompanied by a scream, and the challengers were like dumplings, one by one, they were knocked out!

The good luck will fall on the soft things like the sofa, and the bad luck will directly hit the wall and then fall down.

Others fell directly among the onlookers, who reacted quickly and avoided them in time before falling.

Therefore, these unlucky people, without encountering the meat pad, fell down heavily, and originally did not faint by the spell, and at this time they also fainted.

But in a moment, only three of the original dozen people stood opposite Peter, including Foley.

The other two were lucky not to be hit by the bouncing spell, while Foley was deliberately left by Peter.

After all, as an organizer, he had to take good care of Foley to be worthy of him, and it took so much effort to bring himself down.

The three men on the stage watched in panic as Peter walked over.

They didn't expect that after integrating more than a dozen people, they couldn't win Peter and lose so badly!

Peter smiled at them and then switched attacks.

After all, he had just attached the Iron Armor Spell to the wand, and one by one he had picked up the spells, and had not fired an attack spell.

Only to see his wand swing in a spiral, rebounding to attack his spell at the same time, another fierce blow to repel the spell, shooting to the opposite side, successfully hitting both people left and right of Foley at the same time.

With two screams, the two fell out heavily.

One of the people who was hit by the knockback spell hit the ceiling directly and fell down!

Everyone around them is worried about whether this guy's neck has been broken?

"Now, Foley, it seems like we're left!" Peter smiled at him and said.

Foley looked at Peter on the other side, his eyes could not hide the panic and fear, and sweat was already flowing from his forehead.

The wand pointed at Peter trembled majestically, and for a moment it did not even cast a spell.

"You don't attack me anymore?" Peter seemed to have waited for a long time, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared, and then he said impatiently, "If that's the case, then change me!" I just blocked your spell for a long time, and my hands are a little sore! "

"I…!" Foley looked into Peter's eyes, suddenly feeling bad, and wanted to admit defeat.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, Peter's hand waved, and his throat seemed to be stuck, and his face was red and he couldn't make a sound.

Then, with a smile, Peter waved his wand directly, and Foley felt that he had been hit in the stomach by an iron fist.

Suddenly, he felt a pain he had never felt before, and his stomach rolled upside down, trying to spit it out, but his mouth was tightly glued together.

Finally, vomit came out of his nostrils, causing Foley to run out of water.

Foley wanted to throw his wand out of his hand and raised his hand in surrender.

But Peter on the other side seemed to see through his mind, and directly a silent spell firmly stuck the wand to his hand.

His hands involuntarily held up his wand, looking like he was fighting against it.

"It seems that you want to continue to challenge me!" Truly worthy of being the heir of the Foley family, the indomitable spirit deserves praise! Peter said with an appreciative expression.

Then, in Foley's tearless, pleading eyes, he said slowly, "In that case, then I will continue to play with you, and if you are seriously injured, I will send you to Madame Pomfrey, don't worry." "

Then, in Foley's desperate eyes, as soon as Peter's wand was waved, Frie immediately felt countless needles stuck in his body, and he was so painful that he wanted to shout, but his mouth could not make a sound.

He looked at Peter, who was still smiling across from him, and felt like he had seen a demon.

His whole body seemed to be controlled by the other party! This reminded him of the effects of the Soul Reaper Charm.

However, unlike the soul-snatching spell that felt like being in a cloud, he was now real and felt endless pain.

"All right, Peter York! Foley has already lost! Snape, who was beside him, noticed The look in Foley's eyes and hurriedly waved his wand, and the spell that Peter had inflicted on Foley was interrupted in an instant.

As soon as Foley was untied, he collapsed to the ground for the rest of his life, and then he cried, and the eighteen-year-old sat directly on the ground without scruples, crying with tears.

"Professor, Foley himself has not conceded defeat, you make a decision for him." Peter said with a look of regret.

Snape looked deeply at Peter and said disapprovingly, "He's a student after all, and you can't punish him like this!" Besides, you are still the head of the academy, don't forget your duties! "

"Professor, I don't agree with that!" Foley, when they want to challenge me, I'm not the chief! And he's just my opponent!

If he is upright and wants to challenge me, I am very welcome.

But if you want to use such disgusting means to maintain their so-called pure-blood superiority, then don't blame me for being cruel! Peter said and looked sternly at Foley on the ground.

Foley, who was sobbing, saw Peter's eyes, his body trembled, and then quickly shouted, "I concede, I concede!" "

"Snort," Peter sneered, too lazy to look at him again, turning his head and smiling at Snape and saying, "Dean, you can announce it. "

Snape looked at Peter, then at Foley, who was frightened, and at the people lying around him, and suddenly had a headache.

"Winner, Peter York!" Snape announced, then asked, "Who else is going to challenge Peter York?" "

The students below looked at each other and shook their heads quickly, who dares to go! This is a fierce man who singled out thirteen senior students, and they don't want to die!

"Well, this year's Academy Chief, it's still Peter York!" The chief of all grades in this school year is responsible for him! Snape announced.

The lower grade students who were watching looked at Peter with adoration in their eyes, and even Draco, who was dragging his brother, looked at Peter with excitement, as if he had seen an idol.

As for the senior students, although they knew that Peter was strong, there was no specific comparison.

But the thirteen people who are on the stage today, basically the top of the grade, are still beaten by Peter.

This shocked them and looked at him with complicated eyes.

You must know that he is only in the fourth grade now, and compared with him, these people who claim to be the proud sons of heaven are suddenly dwarfed!

"Well, the chief scramble is over, let's all go back to our respective dormitories!" Snape shouted.

Then he looked at the idle Peter in disgust, dragged him over, pointed to the people lying on the ground wailing and groaning, and said, "Now these people are handed over to you!" Hurry up and send them to the infirmary for treatment, don't delay the lessons later! "

"Ah, how am I?" Peter said helplessly, "Professor, do you see that I have been fighting for so long, or I am still surrounded and beaten by so many people, and I am very tired, otherwise how about you find the prefect to be responsible?" "

"Beating you up? I'm afraid I won't be beaten up by you! The corners of Snape's mouth twitched, and he had seen this guy's cheeky face.

"These people were all injured by you, you sent them to treatment yourself, I don't want these idiots to catch their first class!" And don't forget that you're the chief! This is your responsibility! "

"Ah, I miss the graduated Anthony Clyde, and I don't have to worry about so many things with him!" Peter looked at the dozen wounded on the ground and sighed.

Then his eyes lit up and he said to Snape, "Professor, my deputy chief, should be able to continue to use it, right?" I think william Orff in the seventh grade is a good candidate, professor I want to promote him to be my deputy chief, for me to manage the school's affairs, what do you think? "

Snape looked at Peter with a strange look in his eyes, and then said helplessly, "Do as long as nothing happens, I'm too lazy to take care of you!" "

"Thank you Professor!" Peter said with a grin.

Then turning his head and shouting loudly to the seventh-grade chief, William Orff shouted, "Orff, with dean Snape's consent, I have officially appointed you as the deputy chief of the academy, and the affairs of the academy will be handed over to you later!" "

William Orff, who was waiting for the meeting, suddenly looked surprised and said gratefully: "Chief, you can rest assured, I will help you take care of it!" "

"Professor, you see, isn't that solved?" Peter turned his head and said triumphantly.

Snape was speechless, leaving a message of "Solve this!" He turned and left the common room.

Peter then looked at the wounded on the ground, smiled, and said gently, "Don't worry, as the chief, I will send you to the school infirmary!" You're all guaranteed to catch the first class tomorrow! "