Hogwarts: Storm Chaser

Having received lessons from their predecessors, they are carefully performing testing magic and using various instruments to deduce this magic.

They want to take away Mrs. Romestad's most cherished possession, her husband's ancestral troll club!

They worked hard to solve the problem, but sometimes they had quarrels due to disagreements. If Professor Flitwick was here, they would be very happy.

They were not worried that making noise would attract the villagers because they knew that Hogsmeade was hosting a dinner party on the other side.

The laughter and laughter can all be heard here.

As long as you pay attention, you should have no problem speaking normally.

"How happy you are when you laugh now, how miserable you will be when you cry later, hum!" A black-robed wizard said coldly, listening to the voice coming from the other side.

At this time, Aberforth and other old men were hiding in the dark, drinking wine and looking at the group of people. They didn't seem anxious at all, and they even pointed at them with interest.

"Well! It was finally broken. Let me just say I was right." A man in black robe said.

"Ah, yes, yes, you are amazing." A person next to me said perfunctorily.

"Hmph! Lord Voldemort will definitely reward me."

...

"These idiots finally opened up."

Aberforth and the others who were waiting in the shadows were all a little sleepy and yawned.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm going to hit them hard with my wooden stick." Aberforth said cruelly with a sinister smile on his face.

"Just beat him to half a disability, don't kill him, otherwise it will be difficult for Buchanan to explain to you," Ambrosio warned.

The moon in the sky is getting rounder and rounder, the moonlight and shadows are swaying on everyone's faces, and the smiles on their faces are getting stronger and stronger.

The black-robed wizard sent a vanguard first, and no matter how reluctant he was, he was still pushed in.

After he entered, Aberforth and the others stepped out of the shadows.

"Hey! Nice job, gentlemen!"

Along with the clear sound of footsteps, Aberforth's voice came from behind.

"Thank you for the compliment, we did a good job..."

The leader responded humbly and subconsciously, suddenly thinking that there was anyone else here besides them?

Immediately turning around, he saw Aberforth and the others walking over, as if on an outing.

"run!"

The leading wizard shouted, but the curse was faster, and a curse passed across his cheek.

"coax!"

The door of the Three Broomsticks bar burst open, and a small area of ​​anti-[Apparition] instantly enveloped the nearby area.

The leading wizard held the wand and turned around in a circle, but nothing happened. His face became more and more gloomy, almost dripping with water.

"Ready to fight!"

He roared in a low voice, while waves of uneasiness filled his heart. He seemed to have overlooked something.

But there was no time to think too much, running was the most important thing right now.

"The stick is coming!"*N

A great sense of fear enveloped these wizards, and they remembered the fear dominated by the stench.

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Injury and being caught are not what they fear. The former has magic and can be cured instantly. The latter they believe the forces behind them can fish them out.

Of course, it just means that he is brought to the Ministry of Magic by Albus Dumbledore himself like Fenrir Greyback.

Winter! Winter! Winter!

Feeling the severe pain in their bodies, they wailed, but when they opened their mouths, an extremely stinky smell, like a bucket of fermented stinky socks that had never been washed, poured into their mouths.

He rolled his eyes and fainted.

Aberforth and the others stepped forward, fanned the air in front of their noses in disgust, and pulled out their sticks from these "corpses."

Walking up to the black-robed wizards who didn't smell bad but were already lying down, looking at their desperate faces in the darkness, he hit their heads!

With stars in their eyes, and a strong sour smell invading their minds, as if they were put into a trash can, they fell asleep "comfortably".

Aberforth threw them into a pile, put his hands in front of his chest, and stood in front of the door.

The wizard in the bar was cursing because his body was also full of sour smell. Who knew that Mrs. Romestad had cast magic on the troll stick?

"Do you know? This old woman, she..."

He struggled to lift the troll stick with both hands, and pursed his lips, trying to block his nose with his lips, venting his dissatisfaction.

But when he looked up, he saw Aberforth and others standing in a row with their hands folded together. All they needed was a pair of sunglasses.

His legs went weak, he skillfully rolled his eyes upwards, and fell down naturally.

With his eyes closed tightly, he listened to the footsteps approaching from far away, as well as various taunting voices, but he endured them all.

"Bang!"

‘I don’t talk about martial arts, but I don’t use the [Stunning Curse], I use a wooden stick.’

Under the severe pain, he finally fainted.

"This group of people are too good, that's all."

Aberforth said disdainfully, holding the bloody stick on his shoulder.

"They are still too gentle."

Ambrosio said that he had just released an owl.

Stacking them together, these old men turned on the magic lighting system of the Three Broomsticks bar, and bright lights illuminated the entire space.

"Well, he is indeed a gentleman." Everyone nodded in agreement.

Except for the door that was destroyed by them, there was no substantial damage to the facilities in the room. Only some magic circuits were damaged, probably during disassembly.

After a while, Buchanan came over with his teammates [Apparition].

Looking at the pile of smelly black-robed wizards, their faces also twitched.

"Dad, can you please stop doing this!"

Buchanan looked at Ambrosio, who was carrying a wooden club with blood on his head, and said helplessly.

Although, he knew it was of no use at all.

"well."

Ambrosio said perfunctorily, turned to look at his teammates, took out various magical candies from his pocket, and stuffed them into the hands of the Aurors.

"Thank you, thank you uncle!"

These Aurors were used to it and took it directly without refusing.

Even the old Auror who was the leader inside had a smile on his face when he faced Ambrosio. He had no choice but to give too much, and everyone deserves credit!

Although it's not big, it's the quantity that counts.

After watching them leave, Ambrosio suppressed his reluctance and walked into the bar to deal with the aftermath.

The old men beside him patted his shoulders, and Ambrosio showed a rather forced smile.

...

In an old house, a man with a pale face and slender and scarlet eyes was sitting on the front seat, playing with his wand.

"Lord Voldemort, they failed."

A wizard with golden hair bowed his head and reported to him.

"I told them to give up this kind of petty joking a long time ago. Why don't you listen? You think so, Lucius."