"You're lying, Malfoy!"
Harry tried his best not to sound like he was arguing, but the sound that came out was still close to a roar.
"I just came over there, Malfoy, and there's nothing there but a ditch. You're scaring people!"
If it were normal times, Malfoy, who was treated with this attitude by Potter, might have taken out his wand and fought back, but now, he didn't feel any displeasure at being offended, instead, he just sobbed in despair.
"There was a chained body crawling out of the water. I saw it..."
After saying these words, Malfoy seemed to have exhausted all his strength and collapsed in front of the round arch of the small tomb, murmuring in silence,
"Blaine wants to kill us, Potter, we will all die..."
"That's nonsense," Harry said through gritted teeth.
"Mr. Brain is the investigator sent by the school board and the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Principal Dumbledore will know everything that happens here... and Professor Snape is also outside!"
Harry refuted Malfoy's nonsense inference, but at least he believed one thing, that is, he was afraid that there really was the same corpse on the other side where he came in, but he just didn't find it.
It's that piece of wood...
After thinking about it for a moment, Harry realized that the chained body that Malfoy mentioned was probably the piece of wood floating in the middle of the small ditch. It was stepped on by him, so it fell from eternal sleep. Wake up in the middle.
Now, the situation before Harry is that both the front and back roads are blocked by two corpses that can move, walk, and seem to bite people. He and Malfoy are caught in the middle. It probably only takes In thirty seconds, the two of them had to face the two corpses head-on, and Malfoy, his only 'teammate', seemed to have given up on resisting.
"Damn it!"
Harry trotted over to Malfoy and dragged him from outside the arch into the small tomb. Throughout the whole process, Malfoy didn't make any resistance at all. He just swayed tremblingly and muttered something like 'It's over'. if.
"No, I have to do something..."
The clear rustling sound and the crisp sound of chains sliding on the ground gradually reached his ears. Harry anxiously walked around the small tomb, racking his brains to think about what decent means of resistance he could come up with.
The best way is to get two big stones to block the round arches on the front and back of the tomb. Although the two zombies look evil and dangerous, they don't seem to be very strong. If you can block the room Close it, then he and Malfoy can save their lives!
However, he is not Professor McGonagall, who teaches transfiguration. He does not have the miraculous ability to turn beetles into teapots with a light wave of his wand!
Harry was still thinking, but the two Inferi were not so kind as to wait for him to come up with a perfect solution. Soon, they walked around the corner one after another and appeared in Harry's sight, and they were far away from this room. The small room was only about thirty feet away.
"All petrified!"
When death approached, Harry gave up thinking and handed his body over to instinct. Without any hesitation, he looked at the swollen face with criss-crossing fine cracks. He was wearing a prison uniform, with his hands and feet bound by two chains. The restrained corpse threw out a cursed light.
The first time Harry saw this curse was when Hermione used it against Neville last year. At that time, Neville was turned into an immovable sculpture for several hours. Harry hoped that The petrification spell you used can also produce such a perfect effect.
But unfortunately, his spell failed. The walking corpse that was hit by the petrification spell staggered slowly, but it was not restrained from moving!
"Expelliarmus!"
Harry tried again against the female walker on the other side. The disarming spell was the only useful thing Harry learned from the dueling course given by Lockhart, and it was Snape who taught him this.
Brilliant red light shot out from the tip of Harry's staff and accurately hit the chest of the walking zombie. This spell was so powerful that even the walking zombie was forced back several steps by the light of the Disarming Curse. !
But this didn't solve the problem. The female walker, who had regained her balance, once again approached the small room.
Two consecutive failures made Harry despair. Malfoy, who was leaning against the wall, had even closed his eyes, as if waiting for something to bite his neck.
What on earth should be done!
Large drops of sweat rolled down from his forehead like balls to Harry's cheeks, which were as red as cooked lobsters. He now seemed to believe what Professor Blaine said in the office last night. Power is power, no matter what. No extreme emotion can help you gain the power to defeat fear in an instant. At most, it can only make you determined to pursue power.
"Think of a way, Malfoy, is there any other way to stop them from getting closer!"
In the thin line between life and death, Harry no longer bothered to condemn Malfoy's disappointing performance. He yelled at Malfoy, hoping to get some inspiration.
"We're doomed, Potter..."
Harry's two failed spells seemed to give Malfoy a little encouragement. He stood up tremblingly against the wall, with tears still in his eyes.
"There is no spell that can defeat the dead!"
Looking at the two Inferi that were already only ten feet away from the front and back doors, Harry's two green eyes glowed with determination again after experiencing the baptism of fear.
"Listen to me, Malfoy, listen to me clearly, and don't ask why, because I don't know the reason why I did it!"
After a brief judgement, Harry aimed his gaze at the Inferi restrained by the chains, breathing heavily,
"Right now I will use the tripping spell to see if I can bring down this chained guy. If...if it fails, I will rush out and knock it aside, and while it bites my neck, you Go through the side... Please call Professor Snape in before I die!"
Malfoy was stunned for a moment. He stared at Harry with his mouth open, as if he had met him for the first time.
Harry didn't give Malfoy a chance to ask questions. After saying those words, he immediately raised his wand, his still immature face exuding a fearless light.
"Wait, Potter..., why..."
"It's over, Draco...and you Potter, you can put down your wand."
Before Malfoy could finish his words, another calm voice suddenly sounded in the small, small room.
With the sound of this sound, the two Inferi stopped in place as if they had received some signal, and never took a step forward.
God testifies, the appearance of Professor Snape has never made Harry so happy. He was so excited that he even smiled with relief at Snape who came out of the wall!
And the expression Snape looked at Harry was different from all the times before. He was not in a hurry to show that cold smile. Instead, his face was complicated, and his dark eyes showed a little...sadness?
"professor..."
Snape's appearance frightened Harry. He raised his head and looked at Snape, and asked in a cautious voice,
"Did we fail in our challenge?"
Snape answered the question with a nasal voice. He took out the joy potion he had prepared from his arms and roughly gave it to Harry and Draco, and watched them drink it.
Under the influence of the elation potion, Harry and Draco's bluish faces were no longer so tense.
After losing the external pressure, a wave of fatigue from the inside out instantly swept over both of their consciousnesses. Just as they were about to fall to the ground, Snape quickly supported them and held them under his arms one by one. When he picked up Harry, Snape almost slipped and dropped him to the ground.
"Let's go..."
Finally, Snape turned his head and glanced at the two inferi who were already walking back to their original positions, passed directly through the wall, and left...
