harry potter book of crimes

Of course Haierbo can sense the fluctuations of magic power, but that doesn't mean that the minions he created can also.

Neville covered his mouth and watched intently as the monster floated not far in front of him, then floated away along the street to the other end.

It wasn't until they could no longer see each other that his grandmother gave Neville a hand. With a slight crackling sound that was lost in the range of the silencing spell, the two disappeared from under the big tree.

Disapparating gives people the feeling that their entire body has been stuffed into a long, twisted leather tube. To be honest, even if you are used to this feeling, you will still hate it.

And if someone shows up with a follower, the feeling of dizziness and squeezing will be even more obvious.

As soon as he emerged from an alley, Neville suddenly opened his mouth and took a breath of fresh air, suppressing the discomfort that seemed to be about to vomit on the spot the next moment.

Unfortunately, what happened next gave him no time to calm down the spinning feeling that day.

Suddenly, Neville was staggered by his grandmother.

He was still dizzy at the moment and couldn't stand firmly on his feet. But even so, he had to be pulled forward by his grandma, even though he didn't even know where he was or what happened.

Very clear.

Suddenly, when he turned around, he realized why grandma was dragging him away from this place in a hurry - because a monster was actually standing behind where he was just now.

If the Disillusionment Curse hadn't been in effect at this moment, they would probably have been spotted by the monster as soon as they revealed themselves, right?

Neville, who had been covering his mouth before coming over, found that he no longer needed to release his palm.

Following his grandma in a hurry out of this alley that seemed a bit familiar, the two of them suddenly turned a corner, and soon Neville saw the old-fashioned red brick department store located on the roadside.

It turned out that the alleyway just now was actually near the entrance of St. Mungo's. No wonder he felt familiar with it.

Before enrolling in Hogwarts, Neville would often accompany his parents with his grandmother - yes, because his parents had lived here for so long, their visit could no longer be called a "visit".

And even after going to school, Neville would never forget to come here during holidays. Sometimes he would come with his grandma, and other times...for example, in recent years, he would come alone to his parents' bed.

Sit for a while.

It's just that he came so frequently, and he almost never went to that alley, that is, he just "occasionally glanced at it when passing by".

Neville, who was a little surprised by the familiar alley, soon followed his grandma to the window glass. But the grandma standing in front only looked at the mannequin inside and did not reach out to knock on the glass.

Neville turned around subconsciously and glanced towards the street.

There are no Muggles here anymore.

People seemed to be running away and falling down, and there was no longer the usual noise.

Because the incident happened so suddenly, there were all kinds of messy personal belongings left on the snow-covered street, making the street look messy.

However, it is precisely because there are no Muggles running in terror on the street that it becomes particularly quiet. As a result, the monsters wandering silently in the street become more conspicuous.

Neville knew that to enter St. Mungo's, one had to knock on the glass and talk to the dummy inside. Perhaps Grandma was thinking about what to do so that the conversation could not be heard by the dummy.

Go to the monster.

If possible, then they can at least go to St. Mungo's to take shelter first - it is undoubtedly a good place for emergency refuge.

But at this moment, two screams one after another suddenly sounded from one end of the street, and then he felt that the panicked screams were getting closer and closer to him.

Was someone being attacked? Why did it sound suddenly? If you could escape in a street full of monsters, it's probably not a Muggle.

Three thoughts flashed through Neville's mind, and he, who was kind-hearted, couldn't help but want to take a look.

However, the fear of those monsters still lingered in his heart, making him want to help them, but he couldn't lift his feet.

However, it didn't take long for him to discover that the question that he had not yet found the answer to had suddenly escalated!

"Help--"

"...Someone help us!"

However, at the corner of the street in front, two figures suddenly flashed out and entered Neville's field of vision.

They were two young wizards, a man and a woman. They were both wearing thick coats. The wands in their hands were waving constantly, releasing streaks of magical flames.

But what made them despair was that not only was the effect of the spell negligible, but the number of monsters chasing them also continued to increase with the distance they ran.

To be honest, I'm lucky that I haven't been surrounded until now.

Since both Neville and her grandmother Augusta were under the Disillusionment Charm, the two were not aware of their existence. And this was clearly clear in Neville's mind at this moment.

Seeing that the other party is about to pass in front of me... This is a multiple-choice question that is so close at hand, but its options seem to be out of reach.

In an instant, the words that grandma had said not long ago were displayed in front of Neville at the same time as the two frightened faces.

"Help! Is anyone there? We need help..."

"Remember, there's nothing we can do now!"

"Save us!"

"Do you think this will make you look less 'cowardly'?"

"anyone there?"

"You're afraid—cowardly weakling!"

It was clearly just the moment when the two figures crossed in front of him, but it seemed like two voices alternated in his ears, stimulating his tense nerves.

That second seemed to be longer than the life he had spent so far.

"I don't want to die-"

When the two profiles, distorted by fear and exhaustion, flashed before Neville's eyes, the young witch's cry of despair was as shocking as exploding in his ears.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

The previous Auror and his grandmother had chosen to use the Patronus Charm when dealing with that kind of monster, so Neville subconsciously chose this spell at this time.

However, even though he had practiced it many times according to Maka's information, he had never been able to summon the physical patron saint.

Yes, even with continuous practice, the silver-white light mist he was able to release became more and more solid each time, but he had never summoned his patron saint.

Not even once.

But this time today, although Neville could feel the difference from the past when he recited the incantation, the sudden burst of will also caused the silver-white light mist to condense into a ball of light that shot out...

But you can’t say that your patron saint is actually a ball, right?

Fortunately, even if it was not a physical patron saint, the silver-white light ball that was solid enough clearly had considerable strength. When it slammed into the monster that was chasing closest, it actually knocked it down.

Went back.

If it is not a physical guardian spirit, it cannot move freely by relying on mental will. Instead, it needs to be actively controlled like an ordinary light mist form.

Neville, who suddenly made up his mind and rushed out, was uncharacteristically not panicked. Instead, he was much calmer than before.

He no longer paid attention to the two wizards running behind him, but continued to wave the wand in his hand, concentrating on controlling the condensed light group.

"boom!"

When Neville waved his wand and knocked another monster away, he did not notice that his grandma standing aside showed a faint smile at this moment.

As Neville's grandmother, when her son and daughter-in-law were tortured to madness by Death Eaters using the Cruciatus Curse, she never showed her grief. And in front of her grandson, she was even more calm and stern.

Of course she knew that Neville's shyness, clumsiness and introversion were due to the long-term suppression caused by his parents' dementia, but she never thought of cherishing Neville as much as ordinary people.

What she did was to constantly reprimand Neville for his cowardice, educate him at the expense of his parents, and even scold him for not being worthy of being his parents' child.

His parents are heroes, but he seems to be just a puddle of mud that cannot be lifted up.

To be honest, this cannot be said to be a good education method, but Mrs. Longbottom, who has been strict with herself throughout her life, is only willing to use this method to educate her only grandson.

Because the old lady believed in Neville and believed that he could break free from the shackles that he had personally restrained and become a hero who was not inferior to his parents.

And now...

"Call the gods to protect you!"

She took a step forward and stood beside Neville, the wand in her hand stretched straight ahead.

In fact, although Neville showed unprecedented courage and cast a Patronus Charm that surpassed ordinary wizards, when faced with so many formidable enemies, his efforts were only a drop in the bucket.

Therefore, after admiring Neville's appearance of getting rid of the cowardly figure, Augusta stood up in time!

In a daze, Neville suddenly found a silver-white animal rushing out from his side - the little guy was not big, but his movements were swift and powerful. He could even feel a sense of indifference in it.

Fear is powerful.

He hurriedly glanced next to him, and sure enough, it was his grandmother.

I still remember that Professor McGonagall had a conversation with my grandma when she went to Hogwarts. At that time, he felt that the two of them might be classmates or friends.

Could it be that my grandma is actually a very powerful witch?

When such an idea passed through Neville's mind, Old Lady Longbottom's patron saint had already quickly rushed in front of a monster and waved its front paw from the front without hesitation.

A flash of silver light flashed, bringing up a few wisps of ink-like black mist... (To be continued)