"How did you see me?" Harry remembered this question before he could even catch his breath. Lewen Novels|
"We couldn't find you at first, but this guy said you were here again." After saying this, he stretched out his hand and pointed backward, but was indifferent. "He cast magic on my eyes, and I saw you there." Here it is.”
"What kind of spell is that... No, why are you here?!" Law's inquiring mind made Harry couldn't help but ask the first half of the sentence, but then he noticed that this was not a suitable time for small talk, let alone the time to be here with him. The person to whom the greeting was being exchanged, "You should go away with Peter and the others!"
The person being questioned pointed pointedly: "He brought me here! He took me away before I even agreed!"
"It's time for him to look at something. Safety doesn't do him any good." He said, "I'm glad to see you're okay, Mr. It was as calm as ever, just like his usual tone in class: mean, but even to Harry.
But this answer is very strange.
'It's time for him to see something, security isn't doing him any good'? Harry thought to himself, is this referring to? This sounded like he was thinking about it, but judging from the usual situation, Harry felt that this professor didn't like him very much.
But this sentence sounds like an elder taking a junior out to gain experience... In short, that's the tone.
"Your parents will be arriving soon," he suddenly said to Harry. "He may be delayed by the psychedelic spell at the entrance of the corridor for a while, but I believe there is no way to stop him at that level. When I came over, he had already Downed all the Death Eaters responsible for the attack."
When he said this, a deflection spell flew from behind Harry, so he snorted, the wand in his hand vibrated, and the light of the wand dissipated midway.
"Parents?" Harry, who was unconscious, opened his mouth and murmured, "My parents... Oh my God, Professor, are you talking about Erik?!"
The parent who could put down a bunch of Death Eaters... If it wasn't his aunt, it would definitely be Erik. Since it is 'he' and not 'she', it is definitely Erik - although Hank is also one of his parents, the leader of the group this time was originally Erik, but Sean took them and ran away first due to various mentality .
Her expression turned very bad when this was mentioned. Her gaze lingered on him for a moment without leaving any trace, and then she nodded.
"It's the one with green eyes," he said. "The principal once told me about your family and said he was a very steely man. Considering his great achievements, I think the principal is right."
Hearing the word 'great achievements', he took another deep breath, glared at Harry fiercely, and then glared at Harry angrily.
Due to the chaos at the scene, Harry first moved a few steps to the side to avoid the gravel falling from the side, and then asked inexplicably: "Um, why are you staring at me?"
"His father belongs to the bigger one in 'Feng Gong'." After saying this lightly, Harry and Harry's faces turned red together. The former felt that this situation was extremely embarrassing, while the latter knew everything. So I felt extremely embarrassed.
"I'm sorry," Harry quickly thought about everything and said decisively, "but I have to say it's not Erik's fault." After saying that, he touched his nose again, "You can't expect him to be merciful."
How could Erik knock Lucius down?
You can think of the reason with your toes.
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The flames at the bottom of the crucible grew stronger and stronger. As Ron stepped back, he couldn't help but chattered his teeth as he watched Neville being held by his uncle, while the man was still facing someone who was most likely 'that person' Something (is that a person? Ron decided to use something to describe the nonsense for the time being.
"You chose the wrong person," he said, "or the prediction was wrong."
When he said this, Snape's figure stagnated for half a second, and Sirius did not miss this opportunity, blurting out the curse. If Snape hadn't been proficient in black magic and experienced in combat, he might have fallen - that was A very terrifying slashing curse, Sirius showed no mercy at all, the curse flew straight towards Snape's neck, and his head would be chopped off if he was not careful.
"R was raised by a Muggle family. I heard that the boy didn't know he was a wizard before he entered school," is continued. "I thought about it at the time - if he realized what he was when he was young. A child, maybe he can still compete, but growing up in an ordinary family that can spoil him? This will not do him any good. Dumbledore is an old fool who let him leave his side. I heard that he is now a A very good student, quite smart but not ruthless enough."
He said these words as if he were chatting, and every word made Ron confused, but made Neville tremble even more.
"No one can stop me," the black mist seemed to be gritting its teeth at the man. It said quietly, and the scope of the black mist spread instantly, even engulfing the surrounding flames. "No matter it is R or your nephew, they It's just a little bug in front of me, I can just stretch out my hand and crush it to death!"
"Professor, are you—" Harry was anxious to death, wondering if you weren't here to rescue me?
He secretly prepared to teleport - if he could catch it.
"Shh." The man put a finger to his mouth, "Look."
That is a very meaningful word.
On the other side, Ron screamed almost instantly - a red light flew towards Neville at the moment the sound of black mist landed, but the boy was still lowering his head, unable to even dodge.
"Run! Run out!" Sirius shouted at the red-haired boy.
"But neville——"
"If you don't want us all to die here, run away! Go out and ask for help!! Tell all those Aurors from the Ministry of Magic to get in!" Sirius shouted.
He gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, and ran out.
is motionless, the smile on his face became more profound the moment the red light dissipated after touching the boy, he even grinned, and his eyes were full of smiles.
His smile was very beautiful - after all, he was such a handsome man, but no one at the scene had time to appreciate his rare smile.
If someone looks carefully, they will find that there is a green light floating on the surface of Neville's body, and the curse will dissipate only when it touches it.
"...What is this?!" Black Mist roared and launched more magic, each one rushing towards the boy, but each one failed. Neville would sometimes be knocked back a few steps, but there was not a single wound on his body. No.
"Yeah, what is this? Is it a magic spell? Or a defensive jewelry? Or is it the effect of a potion?" is sighed loudly, "No, no, no, maybe it's some kind of non-Latin ritual or spell? What on earth is it? what?"
He smiled like a child who had set up an interesting puzzle, and even waved his hand as if he wanted to get rid of something. Then he grabbed Neville's shoulders, pushed the latter forward, and said softly: "Remember? The cup I gave you?"
The boy nodded tremblingly, took out a small object from his pocket, clicked the wand, and whispered the incantation, stumbling twice before it amplified.
It was an exquisite golden cup with two small badgers as handles.
"hufflepuff's golden cup!"
The professor, one under the cloak, and Harry yelled out together. Since this thing was one of the items originally requested by Bellatrix, its documentation has naturally been reviewed several times, and its image was even found in several portraits in the basement.
"It's so weird," he said, "This thing is just a cup! It has no magical effect. I heard that it can turn water into wine... But after so many years, the magic should have expired long ago!" And this thing has been missing for a long time! I heard that there have been news about it on the black market several times, but it has been proven that it is a fake!"
"But since Neville took it out, I'm afraid the one in his hand is the real one." Harry pointed out this.
"I've seen a fake placed in a Yankee's cupboard," he said, "but that one is far from comparable to this one..."
Harry's eyes twitched: "What do you think of Americans?"
Pursing his lips, Harry noticed that his eyes were still flicking towards Snape and Sirius.
"Snape is also from RT." Harry said softly, "I really didn't expect this."
But under various circumstances and at various close distances, he felt that Snape really had no murderous intention towards him. Harry thought.
So what exactly does Snape think?
"...I only know that he has a very good relationship with my father," he felt his voice was hard to speak, "I...my father said that Dumbledore trusted him."
This was a message - but Headmaster Dumbledore was an unpredictable person. Harry couldn't help but feel excited when he thought about the red crystal.
This piece of information made Harry's judgment about Snape even more confusing.
But it wasn't a good idea to check Snape's head at this time - it was too far away, and Snape wasn't in the same position, so the 'invasion' route was far and difficult for him to enter now.
It would be nice if dad were here. he thinks. Charles can always do it. He is the strongest telepath in the world. So far, no one has ever been as strong as him in this aspect.
"Maybe he was threatened just like my father," he said.
This protective gesture made Harry feel a little uncomfortable - after all, Snape's opponent was Sirius, and he didn't quite accept this argument.
Harry couldn't help but retort: "I think - he really wants to kill Sirius."
——This may actually be true. Both children were thinking the same thing.
And Snape's wand over there has begun to glow green.
Harry's heart couldn't help but rise to his throat. He quietly puffed up his mouth and seemingly blew a gentle breath towards Snape - but under an invisible force, even though Snape used armor to protect himself, he still couldn't. He was knocked off several steps and almost lost his wand.
"..." Harry narrowed his eyes regretfully and pretended to have done nothing when he looked over.
"I saw it!" he said with wide eyes, "What are you doing to my godfather!"
"I just blew," Harry said angrily, "What do you think I did? Your godfather cast Avada Kedavra on Sirius!"
"Isn't it biased?"
"I missed it!"
"nonsense!"
"This is not your point." The man behind them said sternly with a voice so cold that it would drop ice shards, "You are arguing about something that doesn't matter."
"It doesn't matter?!" he almost shouted, his gray-blue eyes widening.
"...I think it makes a difference to me." Harry lowered his head and muttered softly. His fingers were still wagging, but his hand was held by the sharp eyes.
"Don't make trouble!" shouted, he knew how good Harry was at doing these little tricks secretly.
"They won't really kill each other, I promise in the name of Dumbledore," said, "So you all be quiet."
Under this warning, the two people had no choice but to quiet down, and after repeated reminders, they turned their attention to the black mist.
The black mist was silent for a long time - it seemed to be doubting something, maybe the authenticity of the golden cup, maybe the purpose of IS. In short, after Neville took out the cup, he was as silent as if his mouth was sewn shut.
"Uncle is?" Neville couldn't help but ask, "This cup..."
"This cup is yours to deal with." Is's voice towards his nephew didn't even have a hint of warmth, "Neville, you've reached the age where you should have some opinions."
Neville's face turned pale from nervousness, and tears were shining in his brown eyes.
"I, I don't understand..." he said.
"If you want me to tell you everything, what can you understand?" is said impatiently, taking a few steps back.
Then there was a snap... and he disappeared on the spot.
Neville was immediately frightened and screamed, and the cup dropped to the ground.
"Uncle! Little uncle! Uncle is!"
Harry: "!!!"
: "!!! What's going on?! He Apparated?! At this time?!"
"That bastard!" Sirius cursed in a low voice, "You actually left the child here alone!"
"My suggestion is that you take care of your own life first," Snape sneered, "black."
Their fight became more and more fierce, and Harry puffed up his cheeks again to interfere but was interrupted by a word.
"He is a very ambitious person." He suddenly said.
Harry couldn't help but look back at the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor - although he had been standing behind them as if he didn't exist, it was obvious that the professor was not here to serve as a backdrop.
"Aren't you going to do something, Professor?" drawled the voice. "You're a professor--" He emphasized the word professor.
"He has nothing to worry about when he is with his uncle." His attitude could almost be called indifferent.
"Uncle? Didn't you disapparate happily?" He let out a laugh.
"An ambitious person will not go clean at this time." He said, "It will be time to harvest the fruits soon."
"Are you just going to watch him acquire it?!" he said in disbelief.
"No." He said, "I will be in a lot of trouble if I let him harvest it. But I predict that there is someone who can overturn all his plans."
He glanced at him sideways, but Harry's attention was on that cup. He didn't know why he cared about that cup... and Black Mist pounced on that cup as expected.
Black mist is laughing.
"Thank you for your generosity, boy - a part of the great Dark Lord is returning to 'my' soul!"
The black mist wrapped around the cup like a snake wrapping around its prey, and the laughter could almost shake all the flames in the room.
Neville almost collapsed on the ground, not daring to move, and the cup gradually disappeared into the black mist.
Click.
Harry was stunned for a moment.
Click, click.
There was a sound of something moving - or rather, a sound that only Harry could hear. The reason why he said this was because the people around him didn't react at all, and were still looking at the situation over there with a frown.
"Everyone... everyone thinks that the Dark Lord suffered a setback ten years ago! They think that the great rt was defeated by a mere baby," Kurogiri said in a voice that wanted to drip venom, "r, a man hiding abroad. A despicable person who has traced his trail, does he think he can survive by hiding under Dumbledore's wings?! I will let him once again gain the honor of being killed by me myself——"
His voice stopped abruptly at this moment.
Click.
There was another sound. This time Harry saw something moving -
——The marble floor suddenly turned up, revealing a metal-colored door-like board, and then one after another, the metal boards unfolded from under the floor, gathered around the black mist, and closed into one with a click. The metal box locked the black mist inside.
Neville was closest to the metal box. He was almost in tears as he stared blankly at the metal plate locking the black mist inside...but Harry called him several times at this time.
"Neville! Hurry! Come here! Hurry! Hurry!"
The brown-haired boy seemed to have seen a lifeline when he saw Harry, and ran towards Harry on a rolling crawl.
Because of this sudden change, Snape and Sirius also stopped.
boom!
A violent explosion came from inside, accompanied by many sizzling sounds like sulfuric acid corroding the floor, followed by a terrifying howl like a demon, accompanied by many bangs that made the metal box vibrate constantly... ...At the moment when the vibration was the most violent, Harry thought that the contents inside would break away from the box, but in the end, the box became quiet like a dead electrical appliance.
"You are the enemy who talks the most nonsense I have ever seen."
There was a big hole in the floor because of the metal plate. Harry just watched his Erik step on a round metal plate and slowly rise out of it. He was holding his hands as if he was just taking an elevator. , stable and boring.
"You shouldn't want to kill my children." Erik said, his metallic green eyes flashing with a cold and dangerous light.
