NABC Chapter 111 I am a Gryffindor!
Chapter 111 I am a Gryffindor!
Chapter 111 I am a Gryffindor!
Neville looked at Hannah, and Hannah looked at Neville.
Both of them shook their heads at the same time, neither knowing what had happened.
Even when they were practicing power spells, they suddenly noticed smoke outside the door. One of the students ran over in a panic and bumped into a sculpture as soon as he stepped outside.
They got into a fight that went completely awry, and it ended just as awfully. "This is going to be difficult. Before Ryan left, he only told me to protect Hogwarts as much as possible." Doro's chubby little face showed a hint of displeasure.
"Won't you be in danger protecting Hogwarts?" Hannah was drawn to the adorable designs of the little puppets and this concern arose spontaneously.
Even among these puppets, there were those who had just defeated a group of junior wizards with a single move, but who still couldn't defeat their opponents after fighting for a long time.
"No, we can heal ourselves as long as we're inside Hogwarts. Those who are seriously injured can be sent back to the Adventurers' Club, where they'll recover quickly." Doro gave the little witch a strange look. They were powerful goblins, with long lifespans and extremely strong self-healing abilities, unlike flesh and blood beings who didn't have many advantages.
"What are you going to do now? Send all of you classmates back to a safe place?" Since Neville and Hannah had been leading the charge...
Doro believed the two were the young wizards' leaders.
"But there's no safe place right now," Hannah said. "If we want to be safe, we have to solve all of this."
"Yes, that's right. I think Hannah is right," Neville said.
"Then let's protect Hogwarts together!" Doro exclaimed excitedly. "Charge!"
"Wait a minute! There are still wounded here!" A puppet in charge of treatment interrupted her impatiently.
"Oh." Doro casually took out the 'Orunji', peeled it open, shared some with the others, and then picked up a piece and popped it into his mouth, making smacking noises, his little mouth turning yellow.
Chew, chew, chew.
"Hurry up, you guys. Chew, chew, chew. We're in a rush. Chew, chew, chew!"
Doro quickly showed off the mandarin oranges that Ryan had specially prepared.
School clinic.
Despite having no problems whatsoever and even being able to do ten push-ups in one go, Ron was still claimed by Madam Pomfrey to be not fully recovered and had to continue lying on the uncomfortable bed in the school infirmary.
Especially since today is a Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin.
This made Ron, a Quidditch fan since childhood, wish he had X-ray vision and a clairvoyant eye to see everything happening on the Quidditch pitch. Just as he was anxiously walking around, a sudden commotion inside the castle made him go to the door to see what was going on.
He had just opened the window when thick smoke rushed in, choking him and making it impossible for him to open his eyes for a long time. He kept coughing.
"What happened?" Ron recovered and instinctively ran back to his hospital bed, took out his wand from his shirt pocket, and held it in his hand, which made him feel a little more at ease.
Then he saw the castle billowing with thick smoke.
He understood that a fire had occurred, but how could a thousand-year-old castle like Hogwarts have a fire?
Suddenly, a young wizard who was rushing over looked like he was about to fall. Ron wanted to take two steps forward to support him because the young wizard looked somewhat familiar.
Unexpectedly, the little wizard looked up the moment Ron put his wand back in his pocket. His empty eyes and the slight curve of his lips sent chills down one's spine.
Then the young wizard raised his wand and emitted a red light.
With a snap, the red light struck Ron, who couldn't dodge in time.
Intense pain spread throughout his body.
He was curled up on the ground, more bent than a cooked shrimp.
I don't even have the strength to ask "why"; all sensation, from my hair to my fingertips, is overwhelmed by intense pain.
"The Cruciatus Curse." A dull thud followed as someone whispered in his ear.
Ron was certain he hadn't heard the voice before he realized what the person was saying.
No—. Forgive—. Curse, fragmented thoughts flashed through his mind. He wanted to scream, wanted to cry, but he couldn't control himself.
He only saw a pair of shoes in front of him, which seemed somewhat familiar.
After a brief delay in the torment of pain, a strong sense of fear swept over him.
His body instinctively wanted to roll backward, but his brain didn't think so; his brain had its own ideas:
That was very courageous. You did a great job; don't blame yourself.
You are a true Gryffindor, possessing indomitable courage. Some words he had heard before echoed in his mind.
Perhaps a long time or perhaps a short time passed, and he reached out and struggled to grab the trouser leg in front of him. Ron, whose eyes had cleared briefly, seemed to want to keep this person with him.
"Meaningless, foolish courage." The light voice fell, as if declaring Ron's efforts futile.
The speaker lifted his foot, and Ron's hand slammed heavily to the ground. Then the man walked away.
It seemed that Ron was not worthy of his attention at all, merely an insect under his feet, and that saying even a single word to him would be disrespectful.
But the person who was speaking hadn't even taken two steps.
Accompanied by the sound of "a big stick stuck in his front teeth," a trembling red light flew from behind him, limply striking the wall.
Not even a speck of dust was stirred up.
He turned around and saw Ron standing up, leaning against the wall, clutching his wand. Blood was even dripping from his palm, the marks of his fingernails digging into his flesh.
It was clear that Ron no longer had the power to use the Stunning Curse and could only use these minor curses that probably didn't even qualify as magic.
He saw Ron struggle to open his mouth. He uttered a barely audible sentence: "I am a Gryffindor, I am, Ron Weasley—".
"Foolish." He scorned the behavior, raised his wand, and sent even more intense pain and Ron greeting him.
A moment later, he left leisurely, as if no one was there, and seemed very familiar with Hogwarts.
Ron lay there motionless on the ground, showing no signs of movement whatsoever.
Quidditch pitch.
After dealing with the intruders and the stable little wizard, the three professors then timed things like they were using a stopwatch.
"According to the headmaster's idea, it should be almost time." Professor McGonagall was a little anxious; he was one of the two people who cared most about the young novice teachers.
Professor Sprout, who was standing nearby, agreed. Thinking about what might happen inside the castle, she felt that all the professors should be left inside the castle at the beginning to ensure the safety of the young wizards.
"Wait a little longer, wait a little longer." Perhaps because Harry Potter was safe on the Quidditch pitch, Snape remained calm and composed, even though his mind was churning under Occlumency, like a volcano about to erupt.
"As agreed, Dumbledore lifted the ban on Apparition on the Quidditch pitch, and we're to block the fourth-floor corridor entrance as soon as we receive the news. Our mission is to block the door and prevent him from leaving!"
Snape, somewhat verbose, repeated again and again: "Make sure he can't leave!"