harry potter book of crimes

"Ah! Just now... what was that sound just now?"

In the dark corridor, three or five students were standing close together. At this moment, a small boy among them suddenly screamed, which immediately frightened the others.

"Neville, aren't you from Gryffindor? Senior, senior, eldest brother... quickly... help me, go see what's there..."

The little man is a Hufflepuff, who has just entered the second year this year. He has been afraid of the dark since he was a child, and he is even more timid than girls in such a place where he can hardly see his hands and fingers.

However, he was begging the wrong person this time, because the tall and tall Neville didn't seem to be any better than him.

It was just because it was too dark around him that he couldn't clearly see the confused look on Neville's face!

"Oh...this, I..."

Neville's mouth was trembling, but before he could say anything, the voice suddenly passed through everyone's ears again.

"Click——"

Yes, this is the sound just now! Who is there?

The moment they heard the noise, almost everyone couldn't help but take a step back, but Neville alone did not move. This was not because he suddenly became bolder, but because there was no one around him at the moment.

There is someone there!

"...Stand, stand behind me, Hannah."

Even though he couldn't even speak clearly, with a chill rising in his heart, Neville still took a step forward and stood in front of the girl.

No matter how unsure he was, no matter how unsatisfactory his tongue was, his hands and feet didn't seem to tremble at all.

But before he could finish his words, a figure in the distance suddenly appeared under the torch over there. From here, you could barely see that it was a wizard wearing a black felt coat, and he seemed to be holding a stick in his hand.

magic wand.

"Except - your weapon."

Before the students here could react, a ray of red light suddenly passed through the corridor and headed straight for them.

Neville's movements were the fastest - he raised his wand faster than the guy who wanted to escape in the first place.

Since he was once one of the hardest-trained members of R.A., despite his easily panicked temperament, he was actually quite proficient in dealing with curses.

At this moment, Neville drew a circle in front of him as if out of conditioned reflex.

"Armor protection!"

After familiarizing himself with Maka's spell analysis information and practicing repeatedly, his body now even moves faster than his brain.

"Bang!"

As a brilliant stream of red light scattered and fell, the opponent's disarming spell was blocked by him in time.

"When the opponent's spell has been cast but there is still enough distance between you, you can use the Iron Armor Spell. If the Iron Armor Spell withstands a single blow and is not broken, you will have gained the most valuable opportunity in the duel - "

As mentioned just now, after his defense was successful, Neville couldn't help but mutter to himself. And what he said were actually tips included in Maka's information.

It's a pity that although he can master many coping methods to his best ability, he has never been talented in "how to take advantage of opportunities", which is more about creativity and ideas.

"Uh - take the initiative... no, forget it..."

Neville knew that there was no time for him to think too much at the moment, and he also knew that he did not have the ability to make on-the-spot judgments, so he gave up guessing in an instant.

So, just when the guy's wand under the torch started to glow again, he struggled to cast the next spell.

"There are many obstacles!"

Under the passage about the "Obstruction Curse" in Maka's information, this short sentence gave Neville a great inspiration - even though he was very aware of his own weaknesses, he actually regarded that sentence as belonging only to

His own practical truth.

And that sentence says this:

"Undecidable Obstacle Curse!"

In Maka's view, the Obstacle Spell is simply one of the most useful spells in all modern magic. Whether it is the speed of reciting the spell, the effective time or the trajectory of the wand, it is extremely simple and efficient, so he often uses it himself.

Sure enough, the opponent's waving speed of the wand slowed down immediately, so that he could not even cast the spell accurately, but hit the wall with a "pop".

This gave Neville more time to think.

But, of course, the consequence of fast casting speed is usually that the duration is too short and the power is quite limited. With Neville's head, he still can't figure out anything with just a little more leeway.

Obviously, he knew this himself.

"There are many obstacles!"

If the duration is not enough, then renew it!

Another obstacle spell fell on the black coat, making the opponent's movements become even slower. Neville was watching here, probably because he still couldn't think clearly enough, so he subconsciously took the time to glance behind him.

One glance.

Very good, Hannah is looking at herself with surprise on her face - it's not a waste of time for her to come here today. But what's going on with the Hufflepuffs in the back? Why are they just looking here?

, you didn’t even bring them over to help?

"Hmm...then what...everything is petrified!"

It seemed that the stiff look of the little boy who was more timid than him suddenly inspired Neville. He quickly turned his head again, and a full-body restraint spell fell on the person who was about to escape the second obstacle spell.

"Black coat".

The next second, the opponent who had just barely raised his wand fell on his back to the floor with a snap, and could no longer move.

"Oh! As expected of a Gryffindor senior, he is so awesome!"

"Okay? Can I open my eyes?"

"A hero saves beauty? Hannah seems to be standing behind him?"

A burst of random praises came from the mouths of the little badgers who were watching, and they all gave thumbs up, just like a group of little ducks quacking around their mother.

But soon, one of them said abruptly:

"Should we...should go back?"

However, Neville looked straight at the corridor behind - unfortunately, the torches were extinguished along the way as they walked. Anyone who wants to go back in the dark can do so!

In this corridor where light is absorbed by the walls, there is no lighting other than torches.

Shaking his head, Neville suddenly pointed his wand forward and said in a deep voice:

"Let's move on!"

There seemed to be a hint of resignation in his voice.

…

While Neville was carefully walking in the "Dark Magic Corridor" arranged by Maka in order to accompany Hannah Abbott to test his courage, Harry and Ron had already passed through three interesting greenhouses and returned to

In the open space outside.

"I can't believe that Professor Sprout would put so many jumping bulbs in the fourth greenhouse... If it weren't for today, I would definitely feel that jumping bulbs are very barbaric in my life! Do you still remember, when I was in the fourth grade?

I was kicked by that little thing once..."

Harry was talking to Ron enthusiastically, starting from the jumping bulbs that were drunk with mead and coated with various natural dyes, all the way to the unknown grass next to the final exit that could speak human language.

The stems look very pleasant.

Ron's mood at the moment seemed to have improved a bit because of the lively plants in the greenhouse. Although he just echoed Harry's words casually, at least his expression was obviously much more relaxed than he had been in the past few days.

.

Suddenly, Harry, who was still talking about jumping toadstools, suddenly raised his hand and pointed towards the edge of the Christmas forest in front of him.

"Look! Ron...it seems that a lot of people are going that way," he looked around, and then his eyes lit up, "That should be the direction of Hagrid's hut? Come on, let's go there and take a look...

"

After saying that, Harry hurriedly grabbed Ron, and then happily walked around the gorgeous Christmas forest from one side, and then saw Hagrid's hunting lodge, which had always seemed a bit lonely.

However, the cabin today is obviously very different from usual.

But they saw that the outside of Hagrid's house was actually tightly entangled with a kind of green vines, completely covering up its former rusticity. After those vines climbed all over the house, they spread along the ground, leaving only

A winding stone path leads to the cabin's wooden door.

What is worth mentioning is that just above the hut, a wooden signboard that is larger than the house itself is inserted diagonally on the roof, with two lines of large characters that change colors by themselves flashing on it:

"In this wonderful Christmas—"

"Have fun with amazing magical creatures!"

Before Ron could come to his senses, Harry grabbed his clothes again and hurriedly went to line up at the door. Because he was curious now - where were the "magical creatures" written on the big board?

?Could it be that... the hut was filled with velvet velvet of various colors?

Look at the expectant look on his face, just like a Muggle boy visiting an amusement park, and most of the faces nearby are filled with smiles that are not much different from his.

It can be seen that whether it is the magical world or the Muggle world, they are actually the same.

At the moment, there is still heavy snow floating in the air, falling on everyone's hats and shoulders, but it cannot extinguish the joy in the hearts of the little wizards.

Think about it, it's still morning, and most of the students haven't even gone to the auditorium to have breakfast. If it's afternoon or night, and all the Christmas activities at Hogwarts are started, how lively it will be!

Miriam, who had just been brought here by Maka a few days ago, was standing in front of a window on the upper floor of the castle, quietly looking at everything in the school courtyard outside.

She only felt as if a large amount of vitality and vitality continued to surge, hitting her face heavily. Such a vivid impact was definitely something she had never felt in the organization before.

"Ahaz...compared to what Grandpa Raven does, do you think such a school is more suitable for children like us who have no families?"

Beside her, the shadow man Ahaz who had followed her a few days ago... he chose to remain silent. (To be continued)