The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

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There were not a few people who wanted to follow Neville to check the situation.

But Neville finally chose only a few members of the senior D.A. army, including Ron and the boy whose teeth he knocked out.

Several people stepped on the whirling moon shadow all the way to the corridor ahead.

But as soon as they approached, bursts of rhythmic slapping sounds and faint wailing sounds entered their ears.

This made the expressions of several people ugly, the voice reminded them of some bad things, and the steps under their feet became messy and hasty.

Finally, as the terrifying voice became clearer and clearer, several people approached the half-closed wooden door.

Neville moved his body cautiously, leaned against the wall and looked into the gap in the door.

I saw that in the small stairwell, a huge voice was lying on the ground and shaking continuously.

Accompanied by his every movement, crisp slaps and weak wailing sounds rhythmically sounded from under him.

Neville tried hard to find the real source of the voice, only to find out that during those movements, a few strands of blond hair were trembling on the ground, and further down, the slender arms were weakening. buckle the brick joints on the ground.

It was a white, slender, beautiful arm.

But at this moment, the fingers at the end of the arm were already bloody.

Looking at that arm, Neville felt as if his heart stopped beating, and his mind was blank, only the scarlet claw marks from before were still flashing in front of his eyes.

His eyes shrank suddenly, his mouth opened slightly, and hot air, as if carrying sparks, spit out from his mouth.

And what was sprayed out together was a deafening roar:

"You bastard!"

boom--

Fierce scarlet beams shot out from the tip of Neville's staff, shattering the wooden door into powder, and suddenly struck the black shadow on the ground.

The next moment, the huge black shadow that was still struggling to shake on the ground froze, but pulled out the wand with a strange and agile movement, and with a backhand twitch, it scattered the disarming spell.

The air wave from the explosion of the spell lifted off his hood that had been dropped because of the 'sport' earlier, revealing the ugly fat face hidden inside.

The pair of cloudy eyes stared straight at Neville and the others, with some surprise on his face at first, but soon the corners of his mouth curled up into a sinister smile and said:

"Ah, another group of brats who threw themselves into the net, you guys came..."

Before the man in the hood finished speaking, several spells of different colors struck again.

But this time it was Ron and the others who had just reacted from the terrifying scene in front of them who launched the attack.

"... just right!"

With the last word coming out of the mouth of the hood, a translucent gray glow flickered from the tip of his staff, forming a light shield in an instant, and bounced back the incoming spell.

Ron and the others had a big face. The training they had received in the D.A. Army made them instinctively want to jump and roll to avoid, but the speed of the magic spell that bounced back was actually a bit faster than where they fired it. There is no way to dodge.

At the very moment, Neville slammed in front of several people, and also a protective armor spell flashed, blocking the incoming spell.

"Be careful, this guy used counter-curse at the beginning, not something simple, using a triangle formation!"

Neville's roar finally made the panicked Ron and others react.

They quickly formed a triangle around Neville and raised their wands again.

The next moment, a large amount of sensual magic used in a feint attack, mixed with some condensed bone-crushing spells, attacked the hooded man.

However, the huge and obese hooded man on the opposite side showed agility beyond everyone's understanding.

I saw him walking around in the barrage of spells, waving his wand from time to time, blocking one blow after another was almost a must-hit spell, his movements were smooth and easy, and he even said with a smile:

"What's the point? You're going to die after all,

Why not let me enjoy it before I die, hee hee! "

The hooded man raised his wand with a smirk.

But this time, what erupted from the tip of his staff was no longer the gray awn for blocking, but the green awn that symbolized death!

"Death Curse, spread away!"

Neville roared furiously, desperately trying to block the spell.

But that was too late.

I saw that green light shattered the curse barrage like lightning, burned an afterimage on Neville's retina, and then imprinted it on the chest of a person beside Neville, knocking him out.

"Plop—"

The body fell to the ground, setting off a burst of smoke and dust.

Neville rushed over like crazy, poured out all the potion in his arms, and stuffed it into the man's mouth.

However, this is simply useless work.

Because the light of life in the other party's eyes has long since faded away.

The hooded man didn't take advantage of this opportunity to attack, but waved his arms and laughed loudly:

"Hey, hey—won't he just die like this? I deliberately kept my hand away, and only used 30% of my magic power to keep him later and torture him to death. Why are you so fragile!"

Neville froze.

He stood up slowly, tilted his head and looked at the hooded man, his eyes glistening with blood.

Behind him, dense figures were shouting and approaching quickly.

It was Hermione and the others who heard the commotion and came to support.

The smile on the hooded man's mouth disappeared.

He could feel the killing intent from Neville's body, but it was nothing to him.

His whole life was spent in killing.

This has nothing to do with his profession, he is not an Auror, nor is he a striker, he just likes to enjoy the painful wails of others and the wonderful taste of hot blood flowing out.

The ongoing riots in the wizarding world of France were certainly a carnival for him.

And the reason why he appeared here was only because he went too far in the 'Carnival' and was caught.

But that's okay too.

As long as you can continue your 'happiness', the location doesn't matter at all.

So Neville's killing intent was really nothing.

He had seen more hateful eyes and killing intent, but these were part of his happiness, Neville's eyes, to some extent, could only make him feel more excited.

What really made him suddenly 'serious' was actually the approaching Gryffindors behind Neville.

He could feel that this group of students were not strong.

But this amount is too much, right?

Ants kill elephants, even the most powerful legendary wizard Grindelwald was besieged and defeated by the Magic Congress of the United States, let alone him?

So after just observing the number of opponents for a while, he has already decided to retreat first.

But this is only temporary.

Next, he will follow these students all the way, until they relax...

hey-hey--

Just thinking about the scene at that time, the hooded man trembled with excitement.

He slowly retreated towards the wall behind him. With his family magic, as long as he can reach there, he can turn into a shadow, get into the wall and retreat first.

This magic has helped him out of danger countless times, although not long ago it was cracked by the shadow man with a benevolent smile on his face forever.

But if you want to deal with these brats, there shouldn't be any problem.

The hooded man was thinking about it, but found that there was a pulling sensation on his calf, pulling himself firmly so that he could not continue to move back.

He looked down in some surprise, and saw a bloody hand firmly grasping his ankle.

And the owner of the bloody hand, the almost inhuman girl who had been raped by him, was staring at him with almost swollen eyes that were invisible.

The hooded man couldn't help but licked his mouth, and said silently in his heart:

'Are you reluctant to bear me? It's all right, I'll be back soon! '

What he likes most in his life is the young girl. Her delicate skin and smooth hair always remind him of the past.

Especially the girl in front of me is the best.

The only downside is probably that he is a bit older, and it would be nice if he were younger.

Thinking of this, he grinned grimly and shook his calf, trying to shake the bloody hand away so that he could retreat as soon as possible.

To the surprise of the hooded man, his shake failed to shake the girl's hand away.

Unbelievably, he increased his strength.

However, this time, even though the girl's body was lifted into the air by the force, the bloody hand was still tightly gripping his ankle, preventing him from taking another step back.

The hooded man didn't understand, the girl's consciousness was already on the verge of dissipating, where did she get such great power?

With hatred in his heart, he quickly raised his wand, ready to simply chop off the girl's hand.

But at this moment, a gust of howling wind suddenly swept over.

When the hooded man raised his head, his field of vision was completely covered by the red light.

He instinctively wanted to block.

And he did succeed in making the move.

But this time the gathered red light was far beyond what he could bear, directly broke through his defense, and slammed the magic wand in his hand into the air.

Then Neville and others who had assembled not far away chanted the spell again.

A burst of dense barrage was fired again, and the huge body of the hooded man fell down.

"Quick, quick! Go to the first team to control him! Then go to the first team to treat the wounded!"

Hermione yelled.

The people behind him didn't bother to enjoy the joy of defeating the powerful enemy just now, and hurriedly rushed towards the girl and the hooded man according to the order, and the remaining small group of people guarded the hooded man. Next to the corpse of the boy hit by the Killing Curse.

Neville was among them.

Staring at the young man's pale face, Neville felt that his heart was constantly being stabbed like a needle.

The boy who died in battle was named Wade.

A seventh grade student who was supposed to graduate this year.

Neville remembered him as a rather sullen man, always a loner, not talking much, not laughing very much, not very popular.

After so many years, Neville had only seen his smile at the D.A. meeting held secretly.

This is extremely rare for a Gryffindor.

And today, he died here, never having the chance to graduate again.

Neville took a deep breath, stood up and walked towards the stairwell.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw the girl lying on the ground.

The other party was completely unrecognizable, and Neville wouldn't even be able to recognize her gender if there were no obvious features exposed.

The rest of the place was even more unbearable to see. Neville just glanced at it and turned his head away.

But the picture of the group of girls who had learned the healing technique from Madam Pomfrey helping her back some long things into her body while crying was deeply imprinted in his mind.

To be honest, the single word miserable can no longer describe the girl's situation, but Neville couldn't find a word with a deeper meaning than the word 'miserable'.

So he remained silent, only the hand that gripped the wand tightened more and more.

Neville also knew the girl.

The characteristic is the butterfly-shaped hairpin on the opponent's head.

The shape of the hairpin is very twisted and not good-looking at all. It is estimated that only the girl named Lani in Hogwarts can wear it.

Lani is beautiful.

She is the kind of girl who is beautiful in her own right and can dress up.

And the character is quite... wild and bold.

This attracted her a lot of trouble.

Neville had heard other girls get together and discuss Lani secretly more than once, calling her coquettish and nasty.

And once these words reached Lani's ears.

Then those guys who gossip will often be sanctioned by Rani.

It's a pity that Fist couldn't stop the spread of messages, so until now when she was in the seventh grade, she has become an image of a capable person in others' mouths.

There was no doubt that Lani had been wronged, and Neville was convinced of that.

Because Lani was one of the rare people who was willing to treat him with an equal attitude when Neville fell into the quagmire of inferiority complex.

But the question now is, why did Lani appear here in the middle of the night?

As if aware of Neville's doubts, a girl who was helping Rani tidy up said with a sob:

"Lani... Poor Lani? Didn't you go on a date with Joseph? Why are you lying here alone? That coward... Did the coward leave you and run away?"

"He didn't run away."

The sudden sound of Neville's voice startled the girl.

"He's a hero."

Neville said again, then pointed to Rani on the ground.

Only then did the girl realize that Rani's swollen, almost invisible eyes had been kept open.

And looking up along Lani's line of sight, one can see that on the high ceiling, there is a rope hanging from the boy's body, gently swinging with the evening wind.

The corpse of the young man was more tragic than Lani's. It was almost cut into a blood-colored human stick, and his neck was also crooked due to the restraint of the thick rope. Only the boss with a pair of staring eyes looked at Lani.

Two lines of blood and tears were falling from those silent eyes.

Naturally, the hooded man had no reason not to enjoy the fresh and delicious Lani, but to torture and kill this young man named Joseph first.

However, Joseph has become what he is now.

Then the truth of the matter is already obvious.

Joseph, as a barrier to protect Lani, fought to the last moment.

"call--"

Neville took a deep breath, ignored the girl who cried even more sadly after discovering Joseph's body, but turned and walked towards the hooded man.

One step, two steps, three steps...

As the distance between the two got closer, Neville had already raised his wand.

On the tip of the staff, a hazy green light is gradually flashing...