Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

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Of course, Haierbo can sense the magic wave, but it does not mean that his subordinates can also.

Neville covered his mouth, watching intently as the monster drifted not far in front of him, and then drifted along the street to the other side.

It wasn't until he couldn't see each other that his grandma pulled Neville. With a slight crackling noise extinguishing within the muffled curse, the two disappeared from under the big tree.

The apparition of the phantom was as if the entire body had been stuffed into a long, twisted leather tube. To be honest, even if you are used to this feeling, you should still hate it.

And if you are shown by a follower, the feeling of dizziness and squeezing becomes even more obvious.

As soon as he emerged from an alley, Neville opened his mouth sharply and took a breath of fresh air. He felt the discomfort that seemed to be spit out the next moment.

Unfortunately, the next situation left him no time to calm down the feeling of spinning around that day.

Suddenly, Neville was dragged by Grandma.

He was so dizzy in his head that he couldn't stand still. But even so, he had to be pulled straight by his grandma, even if he didn't even know where he was now or what was going on.

When he looked back, he realized why Grandma had to drag him away from this place hurriedly—because a monster actually stood behind the position he was just in.

Had it not been for the phantom spells on them at the moment, they were afraid they would be looked at by the monster as soon as they became apparent?

Neville, who had been covering her mouth before coming over, found that she no longer needed to loosen her palm.

Following Grandma hurried out of this seemingly familiar alley, the two suddenly turned a corner, and soon Neville saw the old-fashioned red brick department store on the side of the road.

It turned out that the laneway was actually near the entrance of St. Mungo. No wonder he felt familiar.

Before entering Hogwarts, Neville often followed his grandmother to accompany his parents-yes, because the parents have lived here for too long and too long, their arrival can no longer be called "seeing."

And even after school, Neville will not forget to come here every holiday. Sometimes I come with my grandma, and sometimes ... For example, in recent years, he would come to his parents' bed and sit for a while.

He just came so often that he hardly visited the alley, that is, "the occasional glance when passing by."

Neville, who was a little stunned for the familiar alley, came with the grandma to the window glass soon. But the grandma standing in front just looked at the dummy model inside, and didn't reach out to ring the glass.

Neville turned back subconsciously and glanced down the street.

Muggle is no longer here.

People seem to have run and fallen down, and there is no more noise on weekdays.

Suddenly, all kinds of messy personal belongings were left on the snow-covered street, making this street messy.

However, it was also because the Muggles who fled in horror were not on the street, so they became extra quiet. In this way, the monsters wandering silently in the street become more prominent.

Neville knew that entering San Mungo required ringing the glass and talking to the dummy inside. Probably, grandma is thinking about what to do so that she can't pass the voice of the conversation to the monster when the dummy is heard.

If they could, they could at least go to San Mungo to hide first—that would undoubtedly be a good place for emergency refuge.

But at this moment, two successive screams suddenly sounded from one end of the street, and then he felt the panic screams getting closer and closer to him.

Was anyone attacked? Why did it ring suddenly? It's probably not Muggles that can escape on the streets where monsters are everywhere.

Three thoughts flashed in Neville's mind, and he was kind and could not help but want to see it.

However, the fear of those monsters was still lingering in his heart, making him want to help each other, but he couldn't hold his feet.

However, it didn't take long for him to discover that this unanswered question suddenly escalated!

"Help--"

"... Who will help us!"

But at the corner of the street in front, two figures came out suddenly, and entered Neville's vision.

There were two young wizards, a man and a woman, all wearing thick coats, and the wand in their hands kept waving, releasing the flames of a spell.

What made them feel desperate was that not only the effect of the spell was minimal, but the number of monsters chasing them also increased with the distance they ran.

Seriously, it's considered good luck to haven't been surrounded yet.

Since Neville and her grandma Augusta both performed psychic spells, the two did not realize their existence. And this was clear in Neville's mind at the moment.

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

Suddenly, the sentence that Grandma had just spoken a while ago was in front of Neville with the two disturbed faces.

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

"Remember, we can't do anything right now!"

"Save us!"

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

"anyone there?"

"You're scared-a weak coward!"

It was clear that only the moment when the two figures crossed in front of him, but it seemed that there were two voices cyclically alternating in his ear, trying to stir up his tense nerve.

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

"I don't want to die--"

When those two distorted side faces flickered before Neville's eyes, the desperate shout of the young witch was as shocking as the explosion in his ear.

"Protect God!"

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

However, although he has practiced it many times according to Maca's information, he has never been able to summon a physical patron saint.

Yes, even with the continuous practice, the silver-white mist that he can release is more and more solid every time, but he has never called his patron saint.

Not even once.

Today this time, although Neville can feel different from the past when he reads the incantation, the sudden burst of will has made the silver and white mist all condense into a ball of light ...

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

Fortunately, even if it is not the physical patron saint, the solid silvery white light ball obviously has good strength. When he slammed into the nearest monster, he knocked it back down.

It is not the patron saint of the entity, it cannot be allowed to move freely only by spiritual will, but it needs to take the initiative to control like the ordinary haze form.

Neville, determined to rush out, did not panic as usual, but was much calmer than before.

I saw that he stopped paying attention to the two wizards running behind him, but continued to wave the wand in his hand, and concentrated his attention to control the coherent light group.

"boom!"

When Neville waved his wand and knocked another monster away, he didn't realize that the grandma standing aside smiled slightly at this moment.

As Neville's grandma, her son and daughter-in-law were tortured to death by the Death Eater with a diamond-cursing spell, but she never showed her grief. In front of her grandson, she was even more severe in her calmness.

Of course, she knew that Neville was shy, clumsy, and introverted because her parents' dementia had caused him long-term depression, but she never thought that she would love Neville as much as ordinary people.

What she did was continually reprimand Neville's cowardice, educate her parents with sacrifices, and even scold him for not being worthy of his parents' children.

His parents are heroes ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~, and he seems to be just a mess of mud.

To be honest, this can never be said to be a good way of education, but Mrs. Longbottom, who is stricter with her life, is only willing to use this method to educate her only grandson.

Because the old lady believed Neville, and believed that he could break free from the shackles that he himself bound, and become a hero who did not lose to his parents.

And now ...

"Protect God!"

She took a step and stood next to Neville, her wand straight forward.

In fact, although Neville burst out of unprecedented courage, he also cast a guardian spell that surpassed ordinary wizards. But in the face of so many terrible enemies, his shot was nothing more than a sloppy salary.

Therefore, after admiring the posture of getting rid of the weak Neville, Augusta stood up in time!

Suddenly, Neville suddenly found that a silvery-white animal rushed out of his side-the little ones were not large, but they were swift and imposing. He could even feel a sense of nothingness Fear is powerful.

He hurriedly glanced beside him, and sure enough, it was his own grandma.

I still remember that when Grandma went to Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall had talked with Grandma. At that time, he felt that the two were likely to be classmates or friends.

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

When Neville's mind passed by such an idea, Mrs. Longbottom's patron saint rushed to the front of a monster and waved her front paw without hesitation from the front.

A touch of silver flashed, bringing up a few black mists like ink ...

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