amaotonovel Chapter 439 Attack
Chapter 439 Attack
Chapter 439 Attack
Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout, after repairing the spell that the castle was destroyed by Voldemort, immediately rushed to the Quidditch pitch.
They were worried about Neville.
Flitwick wanted to follow, but he was too short, with short legs.Even with all his strength, he kept up with a cat and a man. Just as he ran down the steps of the castle, the two professors had pulled away five or six positions from him. They simply returned to the castle, and together with Dumbledore, they went to check the The situation of the students.
They arrived just as Neville was yelling "Cruciatus".
The strong wind that has not dissipated, rolled the frost, and blew the spell into their ears.
This startled them, and they quickened their pace again.
Until walking into the dilapidated Quidditch pitch.
Neville didn't really cast a spell, he used the most primitive and bloodiest way to release what was suppressed in his heart.
fist.
Waving its claws like a beast.
Instead, they don't know what to do.
Compared with what Neville and the Longbottom family experienced, Neville's way of revenge and venting can even be called gentle.
"Neville is a good boy." McGonagall turned her gaze away to the mess.
It's hard to imagine, in those short ten minutes, what kind of battle broke out here, and it evolved into this appearance.
Sprout nodded in agreement, with a low voice: "I'm glad that the knowledge taught to him in the greenhouse can really help."
They watched quietly.
Gentle watched Neville's almost crazy vent.
until--
With a click, after being punched countless times by Neville, Crouch's body broke and his lower body hit the ground.
he dies.
There was an expression of indescribable resentment, pain, and regret on his face.
Neville was unaware of this.
He continued to forcefully and repeatedly, relying only on the instinct of his body, he swung his fist and continued to hit the air.
Will supports him and Crouch duel.
Support him through the storm.
Supporting him to stand with this bleeding body, with wounds opening and closing, but almost no bleeding.
But this is already the limit.
It is difficult for him to make any effective judgments on the outside world.
The two professors quickly discovered this.
"Neville, Crouch is dead, he's dead." McGonagall waved his wand, and a few broken stones turned into soft sponge ribbons, wrapping Neville's hand gently and carefully.
His body was still swaying, his shoulder blades were tilted, and he was still swinging his fists.
Sprout walked over, frowning slightly: "A lot of epilepsy."
"Fortunately, he took the antidote in advance, but compared to the amount of antidote he inhaled, it didn't have much effect."
She paused to examine it carefully.
"The body is also a little bad. They are all magic wounds. Fortunately, they are not fatal."
With a wave of the wand, a piece of white cream flew out from his pocket. It was fluttering and busy, carefully daubing every wound on Neville's body.
He took out another snuff bottle.
After opening it, put it under Neville's nose and twist it twice.
This is a powder that is quite rare in potions, and it is used as medicine through the sense of smell.
Rare but effective.
Neville's body stopped moving and became quiet.
"Pomona, take Neville to find Bobby." McGonagall conjured up a soft stretcher.
Sprout glanced at the half of his body hanging on the branch, and the other half of the paralyzed body on the ground, except for his legs, he nodded, and with a wave of his wand, the Levitation Charm carefully lifted Neville and led him towards castle.
McGonagall first cleaned the field, looking for things that Neville had left behind.
His wand, the steel sword, and the ungerminated seeds.
And finally Crouch's body.
She looked disgusted.
dirty stuff.
This thing is the most useless thing on the entire Quidditch field, and the thing that shouldn't be there. If possible, she would like to burn it to ashes with a fire. Take out a wooden box and pick up the corpse.
But in the end, McGonagall saved it.
This is Neville's trophy, and what to do with it is his business.
A tall and thin adult man, stuffed into the box, the final volume is not even comparable to Mag's Animagus form.
Do it all.
Mag raised his head and looked at the mess everywhere.
The Quidditch pitch is finished and in need of renovation.There is also the castle. Although the damaged spell has been repaired, the walls still need to be repaired, and they are all materials with magical properties.
Really bad.
The originally healthy finances are now going to be stretched.
Hogwarts.
The atmosphere was fairly peaceful - although the castle was blown up.
But the bombing area was the abandoned classroom on the fourth floor. The classroom where the class was held was far away from it, and no students were injured.
Moreover, after going through the tempering of the previous few years, this group of prefects is very mature.
After the professor went out, the prefects of Slytherin and Ravenclaw immediately organized the students to evacuate in an orderly manner and return to the common room.
Both Hufflepuff and Gryffindor prefects are in the greenhouse outside the castle.
The speed is slower.
However, the little badgers have always been very well-behaved, even if they were afraid, they would gather together and stay quietly in the classroom.
But the little lions are very courageous, not only not afraid, but even very curious about what happened outside the castle.
In the school doctor's room.
Sprout sent Neville there, and after confirming to Madam Pomfrey that he was fine, he hurried to the common room. She had to check the situation of her college students.
Except Slytherin.
They were not cared for by the dean.
The little snakes have no objection, they are noble and mature Slytherin, they will not be wronged like the little wizards in other colleges, and they have to be coaxed by their own headmaster to get better.
McGonagall glanced at Neville, went to confirm the situation of the little lions, and then went to the principal's office without stopping.
In addition to being the head of Gryffindor, she is the deputy head of Hogwarts.
Read the command and open the door.
The room was empty.
McGonagall was taken aback, then turned to look at the portrait on the wall: "Where is Headmaster Dumbledore?"
Godric replied, "He's out."
Meg frowned.
Why is he still going out at this critical moment to track down the mysterious man?
"The goblin rebellion, there are at least a hundred of them." Godric explained, "There was a riot in Gringotts, and Dumbledore went to help the Ministry of Magic."
Mag opened his mouth in surprise, his eyes full of disbelief.
Goblins rebelling again?
This time it was still such a huge number.
She sighed and walked to her office. She could understand Dumbledore very well. It would be really difficult for the Ministry of Magic to solve this kind of matter without his presence.
I'd better make a quotation for how much Hogwarts will spend next.
Really hope those directors don't hesitate to shell out their money.
otherwise
I can only let Harry go.
Just when Hogwarts and the wizarding world were turned upside down.
In another world.
Ilerith listened to the reports of the two scouts.
They spoke in great detail, the same as the information reported by Granny Weaving, three people, two women and one man, a witcher and a warlock.
It was just that he accidentally touched the demon hunter's trap and had to leave as soon as possible.
No further information was found.
His eyes flickered.
This is similar to what Master Eredin told himself.
The witcher was a cautious and difficult opponent, but not very strong.
Ileris got up and looked around him. Including the two scouts, there were two pilots in total, fourteen knights and himself, a total of seventeen people.
Although he was able to deal with the three old witches, and even killed two of them, he had to admit that they were indeed capable.
but.
Seventeen against three.
I don't know how to lose.
Ilerith stood up, holding a map of the mud-backed swamp in his hand, and looked at it carefully.
"Prepare for a night attack." He thought for a while, and continued to order like this.
Although he didn't really think about it, he didn't think that the three of them needed to be treated with such caution, but he had to be concerned about Lord Eredin's order.
Night falls.
In the swamp.
Harry and the others had supper.
"This elbow is amazing." Shirley rubbed his belly contentedly, "And these meatballs."
Hermione waved her wand and boiled black tea.
"It's great that you like it," she said softly, "Harry rarely commented on food, and at school, I rarely had the opportunity to use the food charm, and I always liked it." Worried about not doing well."
Ciri took a moment to pick up the pudding, and ate the last few bites: "Hermione, you don't have to worry about this at all."
“Is there any pudding left? I want to come again”
Harry said abruptly, "Shirley, I don't suggest you eat too much."
Hermione turned her head, puzzled.
There are still a lot of ingredients in his pocket, and Ciri can travel around the world at any time, even if he doesn't have any, just buy them when he goes back. Harry has never been a stingy person, so why would he say such a thing suddenly.
Shirley held the plate, feeling a little bit reluctant.
"The scouts from the Wild Hunt came over last night," Harry explained simply. "We sent them the wrong message."
"Nothing happened during the day today."
"Maybe tonight, they will launch a surprise attack."
"Eating too much is not conducive to performance."
Ciri struggled internally, sighed, and put down the plate: "Okay, but there will be opportunities in the future."
The food was tempting, but in the end she just drank two more cups of black tea and didn't even take a sip of dessert.
After eating, wash and sleep.
In the house, even the fireplace was extinguished, and it was pitch black.
Wait until the moon climbs into the middle of the night.
Two portals opened.
Two pairs of Wild Hunt knights came out, followed by a swift and violent snowstorm, ice condensed on the swamp, and the temperature plummeted.
Ilereth rode, the last to emerge through the portal.
house.
Harry, who was sleeping soundly, woke up suddenly, and he was keenly aware of the temperature change—this was the function of turning off the fireplace, so that he could better perceive the temperature change.
He pushed Hermione and Ciri awake.
Then he grabbed the wrists of the two people and disapparated.
After a minute or so.
bang-
A huge hockey puck shattered the walls of the house.
(End of this chapter)