To be honest, when Ron saw everyone standing up and confronting that damn rag beast with great aura, he felt envious in his heart. He basically knew everyone who came forward.
They are all purebloods, either new nobles who have emerged in recent years, or old nobles like their family.
However, he stretched his hips and couldn't bring out something like this that could protect everyone. The value of this thing is basically equivalent to the Patek Philippe in the wizarding world.
If it can be recharged and recycled, it will be a limited edition.
It's not like they don't have any at home, but these things are all kept on dad's body.
There is nothing superfluous.
Moreover, their family has many children. If they really have one child per child, not many aristocratic families can withstand such pressure.
However, Ron's lament disappeared when George and Fred took out a ring and took a step forward to block everyone.
"George...Fred...you guys?"
He wanted to ask what was going on, but asking such a question now was not much different from slapping himself in the face. It's better to ask in private.
Percy on the other side didn't look too good either.
He knows very well what his family's fortune is. He knew very well what level his father was in the Ministry of Magic.
Therefore, it is impossible for George and Fred to obtain defensive magic items through normal channels.
And there are still two.
Of course, his head turned quickly, and he immediately thought of a possibility.
The current situation, coupled with Professor Quirrell's past experience, does not allow him to stand up and speak out about that possibility now. Otherwise, it won't just be the people who come to Wes's house who will be lost. It may even put them in dangerous situations.
Although he usually likes to quarrel, if something goes wrong now, it will cost his brother's life!
Of course Percy, who was not so crazy at this moment, would not do such a thing.
Not only the two brothers who came to Wes's house, but also more people who were familiar with the twins felt a sense of strangeness at this time.
Li Jordan looked at the two friends in front of him, and at the rings in their hands that were filled with magic power and gave people an ancient feel at just a glance. He didn't know what to say for a while.
"Hey! Why don't you bring this good thing out to me earlier!"
he whispered into George's ear.
George didn't speak, just gave him what he thought was a relieved smile.
But even so, Li Jordan still felt a little lost.
Damn, these two guys are old and rich. There was already a sadly thick barrier between them.
George and Fred looked at each other and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes, but now was not the time for them to comfort their friends. After all, the immediate crisis has not passed yet.
And even if it's over, whether you want to say it or not, you still have to ask Luke for his opinion. There are benefits to saying it but there are benefits to not saying it. They couldn't figure out the choice for a while.
Professor Sprout threw out two seeds, and then tapped the wand lightly the moment the seeds hit the ground.
The two seeds quickly broke out of their shells, grew, and then turned into extremely tough vines. Tangle the giant monster tightly.
Professor Sprout looked at the tightly tied giant monster in front of him and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Although I don’t know why the giant monster suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, the result now is good.
Then, she waved her wand, and a German shepherd dog made of silver-white light emerged from the tip of the wand, blocking the way between the students and the Voldemort Bat.
Not many students know the Patronus Charm, and it is not even within the scope of teaching in the school.
But as one of the deans of the four courtyards, it was naturally impossible for her not to be able to use such magic, even though this spell was useless in every sense. But in the face of the current situation, it works wonders.
No anti-theft
Therefore, you can never assume that a spell is invalid because it is biased.
Hagrid was inspired. Although he still couldn't defeat the manticore, at this time, as if he had been beaten to death, he waved the giant sword in his hand one after another, slashing at the manticore. on his head, making him a little dizzy.
And the giant monster was looking at the group of students, the pure-blood students standing at the front of the crowd, the student standing in front of everyone with a solemn face and an aura that looked forward to death.
That is the successor of the Gunter family.
Can he become the pureblood leader those people envisioned him to be?
All this today may be one of the reference materials.
The Voldemort didn't dare move. It knows very well that if it moves now, it will only suffer the consequences. That patron saint can kill it.
At this moment, a middle-aged man wearing black robe and oily hair walked into the door.
The moment he entered, he was first shocked by the scene in front of him, and then began to look for those familiar eyes among the students.
Finally, he found it without wasting much effort. He breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at the young man standing in front of everyone.
Look at him deeply, deeply.
Then he drew his wand from his robes.
"The Divine Edge is Shadowless!"
The invisible blade pierced the manticore's mouth. The manticore was in pain and its mouth was full of blood. It looked like it had just had a feast, making it look even more ferocious.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Hagrid rounded the giant sword in his hand and struck it on the manticore's head.
It finally fainted.
The battlefield in front of me finally turned back into the auditorium. He regained his due calm.
Snape looked at the restrained troll over there and raised his wand again.
The troll was not worried at first. Although the magic looked scary, it was actually scary, but it was not more of a deterrent to him.
It was just a little injury, not worth mentioning. The giant monster glanced at the still bleeding manticore over there and sneered in his heart.
If he is injured, if there is no healing magic, he will be healed.
So when he looked at Snape, there was even a little contempt in his eyes.
He just surrendered, but he didn't have the ability to resist.
Of course, this toughness only lasted until he saw that little flash of green light.
"Stop! Stop! I want to see Dumbledore!"
The honest voice echoed in the auditorium. It was not loud, but it was enough for everyone present to hear.
As a result, people with a little knowledge looked at the giant monster with an expression that looked at a monster.
"Damn it, the troll started talking."
Luke was startled, barely able to restrain himself from being a pure-blood leader.
He looked at the giant monster with wide eyes, a glimmer of inquiry in his eyes, as if he wanted to slice the giant monster into pieces to see what was going on.
Hagrid also had a similar reaction. He looked at the troll with blazing eyes as if he saw his lover.
Although he has no lover...
The look in his eyes made the troll feel a little scared, but the look in Snape's eyes made him feel chilled.
Just when he said the name Dumbledore, he could clearly feel the astonishing murderous intent in the eyes of the man in black robe.
"What is your relationship with Dumbledore?"
Snape asked in a low voice.
He suppressed his inner anger and prevented his emotions from getting out of control. Of course, if it was confirmed that this was really something Dumbledore had done without telling him again, then he wasn't sure whether he could still suppress his inner anger.
Luke looked at Snape's emotional dust over there that seemed to be about to burn, and his fingers trembled. Now, with just a little teasing, you can have great fun.
What would Snape look like if he lost control?
Luke was curious.
But he restrained himself in the end. Now is not the time. Snape is a chess piece that is useful to everyone.
If Snape was kicked out now, it would not be in his interest, and it would also be suspected of overturning the table.
Now he doesn't have the strength to flip the table.
The troll is a smart guy. Although this is a bit strange, it is not meant to be sarcastic.
He was really smart, so he could see at a glance why Snape was angry.
But no matter who you are angry with, if you don't answer well, you will definitely be the first to die.
So he said without hesitation: "Someone asked me to deliver a letter to him! It's just a letter!"
Snape's anger gradually dissipated, and his expression gradually returned to calmness. But this does not mean that he is easy to talk to.
"Send a letter... Who asked you to send a letter to him? Where is the letter?"
"It's a message." After saying this, the troll's expression became serious, "As for who sent the letter, you don't have anything to do with it."
"Say it again, believe me, if you kill me, you will never get any benefits."
Snape naturally sneered at such a worthless threat. But when he noticed the Voldemort bat lying on the wall, but eager to try, and the Manticore, which was already awake but lying on the ground with its tail swaying gently, he still couldn't help but pick a fight. eyebrow.
He looked up and down at this ordinary-looking giant monster, and said with interest: "You look like you are of great research value."
The troll rolled his eyes: "I grew up being studied, do you think I will be afraid of you?"
The contempt in his voice was barely concealed. I don’t know if he really has this confidence, or if he is pretending to be fearless, or if he is just plain brainless.
Snape wasn't sure, but he certainly had no intention of causing trouble.
"Professor Spratt, please stay here and don't let anything bad happen again. I want to take this guy to see our principal."
Professor Sprout could hear Snape's resentment, but she didn't know how to comfort him. In other words, Snape couldn't accept anyone's comfort.
The one person who could comfort him had died that night.
And for many years before her death, she was no longer willing to comfort her friend who had gone astray.
"Okay, leave this to me, Severus."
Professor Spratt agreed simply, which in itself was her responsibility. In fact, it was not her who settled the scene, but Luke, this magical student.
He seemed to really bring the students together as a whole, rather than as four parts divided and hostile to each other.
More importantly, after today, these students who have a life-long friendship will always get closer without realizing it.
This feeling may not be so obvious, but subtly, everyone will be affected.
Professor Sprout looked at a Slytherin student and a Gryffindor student supporting each other and breathed a deep sigh of relief.
Perhaps such changes have already begun.
Professor Snape pushed the troll and motioned for him to move forward.
He didn't dare give his back to this untrustworthy beast.
The troll didn't care, and walked towards the door naturally without any intention of letting Snape lead the way. It looked like it was very familiar with this place.
This also made Snape less doubtful.
He was not sure whether the old man had the ability to cultivate such an intelligence that was no different from or even stronger than normal humans. But now, no matter what, he wants to know more things.
The situation is becoming more and more complicated.
This might also be his chance.
"Severus! How is the situation?"
Professor McGonagall trotted over from a distance, and when she saw Snape, she quickly asked.
Snape glanced at her and saw the anxious expression.
"It's okay, Minerva. Of course, you can go and take a look. Maybe you will be...surprised?"
Snape said this, then shook his head, and then left without saying anything, taking the troll with him. Professor McGonagall was left alone in a confused state.
Finally, a group of people came back again.
As soon as Professor McGonagall came in, she immediately focused her attention on Luke, who was standing in front of everyone.
Her first reaction was: Why is Luke standing so close to the front?
The second reaction was to go up and grab Luke's ears and ask this little bastard what he planned to do.
But when she noticed the students looking at Luke with eyes that were almost adoring, she restrained her impulse.
In this case, she knew very well that she could not destroy Luke's authority.
Authority, unity, these are the things Luke pursues. No interference from others is allowed.
Luke also saw Professor McGonagall over there.
He saw the confusion on the professor's face, and he could also see the professor's mixed emotions of irritation, relief, and confusion. It is jumping, sometimes expanding, sometimes shrinking, and its colors are constantly changing.
But in the end, this dust still stayed on the relief.
Professor McGonagall also had a slight smile on her face.
"It's okay, kids."
she shouted loudly.
Everyone looked at Professor McGonagall and the professors behind her.
There was a lot of sweat on the faces of the professors, and expressions of relief.
It seemed that the moment they saw that they were safe and sound, they finally let go of the big stone in their psychology.
Professor McGonagall stepped forward and looked at Luke, who was standing in front of everyone.
Although she was angry just now, seeing that everything was fine now, the big stone in her heart was finally relieved.
She opened her arms as if to give Luke a hug. But she was a professor, and she couldn't show her special affection for Luke in front of so many students.
Luke seemed to see her confusion. He reached out and put her hand on his shoulder.
"Happy Halloween, Professor."
Luke said to Professor McGonagall with a smile.
Professor McGonagall looked at Luke, then took out a piece of candy with her other hand.
The magic power in his hand fluctuated, and the candy wrapper opened on its own, revealing the lake-green mint candy inside.
Popping candy into Luke's mouth. Professor McGonagall gently hugged Luke into her arms.
"Happy Halloween, Luke."
