Magical Studies at Hogwarts

Edvor was covered in cold sweat, but he didn't dare to move or even breathe out. His eyes were fixed on the werewolf beside him. The werewolf still smiled and tilted his head slightly.

He seemed to be watching something very interesting. Seven or eight people were not far behind him, dancing and dancing, but they made no sound.

"Relax, don't be so nervous, smile." The werewolf said softly, his eyes still calm.

Hearing the sound, Edvor's face couldn't stop twitching, and he tried hard to raise the corners of his mouth, but there seemed to be a force that kept stopping him, and he could only grin for a long time.

"Ah, it's asymmetrical." The werewolf said, "Asymmetrical is not beautiful." He said, and moved his left hand upward towards the corner of Edwal's mouth. Edvor suddenly felt as if he was caught by a fishhook and then violently

With a tug, the corners of his mouth immediately raised.

A very standard eight-toothed smile.

"That's right." The werewolf smiled and nodded with satisfaction. With a wave of his hand, the ground immediately began to tremble. Several huge stone hands appeared and grabbed the seven or eight guards floating in the air.

It was very forceful, and the guards' screams were high-pitched and shrill.

Edvor didn't care to explore why he could hear their voices now. His body seemed to be under a spell. He turned around uncontrollably, without squinting, and allowed the werewolf to put his hand on his shoulder.

"Speaking of which, I haven't completely visited this place yet. Do you mind being a tour guide for me?"

He said, and Edwal nodded unconsciously.

"You agree? Thank you very much."

A kind smile appeared on the werewolf's face, and he put his arm on Edvor's shoulders and slowly walked toward the tower. Taking one step forward, his whole appearance slowly changed.

The tattered clothes disappeared and turned into clean robes; the messy long hair also disappeared, slowly shortening and became refreshing short hair; the scars and ferociousness on the face also disappeared, revealing a picture of Edvard on the newspaper

I have seen that face countless times.

Ike Strider!

He was completely speechless, like a puppet, mechanically leading the way. Ike seemed to be really on an outing, following very comfortably, and kept looking at the cells around him, as if he wanted to see through the

The thick iron door makes it easy to see the person behind it.

After walking up two floors in this way, several people suddenly appeared in front of them. They were the guards who had just escorted the prisoners up. They saw the stiff Edwal at the front and asked in surprise: "Captain Edvor, what...

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At this time, Ike showed up behind him. The guards were shocked and immediately reacted. They all pulled out their wands, pointed at Ike and shouted: "Stop! Let go of Captain Edvor!"

Ike looked at the frightened guards with a smile, raised his right hand, and then waved it gently. This action immediately attracted the attacks of the guards. They shouted petrification spells and obstacle spells, but there was no response at all.

Hit Ike.

A light shield shining with soft white light stood firmly in front of Edvor, blocking all spells.

Ike didn't give the guards another chance. With a flick of his wrist, everyone's wands came out of their hands and flew towards Ike quickly. When they got close, they suddenly stopped and just floated gently beside them.

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He clenched his fists again, and the walls on both sides made a "click" sound, which was the sound of the protective magic applied on them failing. Then, stone chains appeared, tying them all up, and then pulled them back tightly.

Stick tightly to the wall.

"team leader!"

"team leader!"

The guards shouted anxiously, but Edwal seemed not to hear them at all. He still walked forward mechanically and disappeared from their sight after a while.

Ike slowly passed by them, smiling as he looked at them and cursed loudly. He shook his head slightly, and with a movement of his fingers, everyone closed their mouths, and could only moan "Uh, uh". He moved again, but there was no response.

Not a sound could be heard.

Stepping onto the next floor, Edvor was standing at the top of the stairs obediently. He didn't take another step until Ike approached.

After that, they met another group of guards, but just like before, they were easily deprived of the right to speak and move, and were firmly chained to the wall. They did not cause Ike the slightest trouble, but instead

There were a lot more wands floating around Ike.

After counting, there are more than twenty.

They kept going up like this. Suddenly, Edvor stopped at the door of a cell and stood beside them motionless.

"Is this right here?" Ike chuckled, raised his finger, and a golden light fell on the door. Then he saw the iron door slowly disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving nothing behind.

A wand flew in and was grabbed by a thick hand. Greyback walked out with a bloody face and lowered his head respectfully.

"Little master..."

Ike raised his hand to stop Greyback's next words, pointed to the ground, and said: "They are in the cell below. You can get the key from the guards."

"Don't worry, it's easy to get. You can see it when you go down the stairs."

"Thank you... thank you, little master..." Greyback bent down, then straightened up, smiled viciously at Edvor, and ran towards the stairs impatiently.

At this time, Edvor's stiff face was covered with tears, but he did not make a sound. He took steps forward and continued walking steadily upward.

After going up to the third or fourth floor, Edvor stopped again. At this time, his eyes were red, and tears flowed out two clear tears on his face. Ike seemed to have not seen it, and raised his feet to the end of this floor.

In the middle, he looked at the thick iron doors around him and snapped his fingers lightly.

"Crack!"

The wands around him pointed their tips at the iron doors, and golden light emitted, immediately melting all the doors, revealing the embarrassed figures behind the doors.

"Little... little master?" McNeil's hoarse voice sounded, and his dirty hair was in locks, covering his bloodshot eyes. He leaned on the wall and climbed up from the ground, bending down and slowly

He walked slowly in front of Ike. He raised his head and saw a familiar face falling into his eyes.

"Little master!"

The next second, he was released as if the heavy pressure suddenly disappeared. With tears in his eyes, McNeil knelt directly at Ike's feet and gently kissed the hem of his clothes.

"Little master?"

"Little master!"

"Little master!"

One by one, the Death Eaters who had endured months of torture walked out of the cells with the door open, and knelt down around Ike. They leaned down, cried, and laughed wildly, but all of them carried the joy of regaining their lives.

The joy of freedom.

Dolohov, Rookwood, Crabbe, Goyle, Rabastan, Rodolphus, Gargson, and Malfoy, who were captured during the battle of the Department of Mysteries, and those who have been captured in the past few months

The Death Eaters and dark wizards who were arrested by the Ministry of Magic and the Order of the Phoenix by mistake all shed tears of excitement and kept shouting...

Little master!