Chapter 12 Angry
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Hua Shui Jun
Chapter 12 Angry
On the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Amosta stopped and took a look at Hagrid's house. There was no light in the simple log cabin, and at the same time, he couldn't feel any magical breath. It seemed that Hagrid was not in the house.
As we all know, the gamekeeper at Hogwarts is one of Albus Dumbledore's most trusted confidantes. Many times, Dumbledore will entrust some extremely important and private matters to this seemingly rough, but always critical moment. A big guy who can be relied on.
Amosta was not sure whether Hagrid was out on errands or patrolling in the Forbidden Forest, so, in order to ensure that he would not be disturbed, Amosta walked a long way to the south before striding into the in the woods.
The dense Forbidden Forest is dark and silent, except for the click of feet stepping on dead leaves, even the bone-chilling wind of winter is frightened by the depression here and silences.
Amosta walked straight into the woods. He deviated from the winding path and walked around a felled logging field that was now covered with mossy stumps until he turned around and saw no strands. The light of the castle stopped before stepping on a huge, flat bluestone.
"Here it is, Granny Ferrena."
Amosta said to the old man whose kind smile was forever fixed in the photo, and then he placed the photo on the ground and supported it with a broken branch.
"According to the customs of the world I lived in before, at midnight on the seventh day after death, the soul will have a chance to return to this world to visit his family in the world,"
Amostar shook his sleeves, a twelve-inch long, ebony wand with a core of dragon's heart nerves slipped down his palm in good condition.
He pointed his wand at the ground, and a fist-sized gravel immediately floated up at his feet, and spun around in a rapidly trembling shadow, turning into an orange-yellow copper basin.
"At this time, living family members will use a way to honor the deceased relatives--"
Amosta sat down cross-legged, not feeling the slight discomfort of the slippery and cold bluestone on his buttocks.
He took out a cloth bag from his bosom, which was bought by Amosta from the Devis Bance magic supply shop in Hogsmeade for two Galleons, and the space was expanded by the traceless stretching spell. The bag, because the price is not expensive, so its initial space is very limited.
However, after the second improvement, it is now enough to hold a car, and it also has the function of classifying and ordering items in batches.
"I don't know if you would like this way?"
A large stack of yellow paper and gold ingots piled up like a hill were poured out and scattered on the ground.
"Pong!"
The bright golden flames ignited out of thin air quickly ate away the yellow paper and the hand-folded gold ingots in the copper basin. The hot breath quickly scorched the edges of the bright yellow copper basin to black, and at the same time, it also dried the air in the damp and cold air. of moisture.
The light and shadow of the flame hit the glass shield, reflecting a slightly pale face.
"I'm sorry that I couldn't be with you in the last days. This will probably be the biggest regret in my life."
Amosta moved his chapped lips, and while adding paper to the basin, he said to the old man smiling in the flames,
The flames moved, and the golden light and shadow swayed accordingly, making the old man in the photo seem to move like a magical portrait, comforting the sad young man in his soft voice.
"—If it weren't for you, I would have died at the hands of that woman about 16 years ago, and I would never have had the opportunity to know this wonderful world."
The piercing north winds that broke into the fire-shrouded area became mellow, and they gently lifted the ends of Amosta's hair like an invisible hand caressing the top of his head.
Amosta stared at the photo and whispered the secret hidden deep in his heart. Those absurd things, no matter how close they were, could not be said. Only when facing the dead relatives, Amosta could have no scruples. .
The graceful moon is gradually slanting like the sky. In the second half of the night, the mist that swept from the depths of the forbidden forest shrouded everything in a vague haze. on the branches.
"What do you think he's doing, Prien?"
Because of his non-terrestrial mind, Amosta lost his vigilance in the past, so that he didn't notice that [-] feet behind him, two guys with broomsticks and wearing red Gryffindor jerseys had been quietly watching I've had him for a while.
"I can't say, Philoa, but it looks like he's performing some kind of evil ritual... using black magic to summon the undead of the old man in the photo, probably like this, you know, the Slytherin gang That's what Snake loves to study."
Gryffindor's fourth-year batsman, Prian, with a round cake face and small eyes, lowered his voice, and said to the girl beside him who was both a teammate and a lover,
"He's Amosta Blaine, a nerdy nerd with a very eccentric character."
"A nerd with a weird personality?"
With long pale golden hair, the handsome Filoa moved her slender eyebrows.
"That's it," Prien puffed up his cheeks and sniggered, "I heard Haytham from Ravenclaw say that every Saturday morning when he went to the library, he would see Brian sitting at the corner of the reading area, in front of him. He keeps a lot of books, doesn't communicate with anyone, seems to be keen on studying, but his grades are much worse than Charlie's brother, probably because his brain is not very bright."
Filoa let out a chuckle, she leaned on her own light wheel 1700 and approached Prian's arms,
"Maybe we should go back to the castle and call a professor over, dear, we can't watch him curse a dead old man with evil black magic, can we?"
"That's not a good idea, Philoa."
Priyan's little eyes flashed with teasing, and he rejected his girlfriend's suggestion without hesitation, "Charlie and the others are still playing hide-and-seek with that big spider in the Forbidden Forest, if we call the professor over, they will all be exposed .”
"I heard from Charlie that his brother Bill is the prefect on duty tonight. We can go and inform him. I don't think Bill will betray his brother."
Filoa blinked and suggested again.
"That's a good proposal, Philoa," Prien said, looking at Amosta's thin back on the bluestone, with a smirk on his face.
"However, I have a more interesting way to punish this evil wizard. Come on, Philoa, get out your wand, and let's teach him a lesson!"
There were not many yellow papers and gold ingots left on the ground, he gathered them together with both hands, threw them all into the red copper basin, and whispered his final farewell,
"—I hope that your merits in this life can become a blessing in the next life, Grandma Feiliena, the place where I lived in my previous life is also a very good country. If you have the opportunity to choose, you can be born in..."
"Hey! Be judged, Dark wizard of Slytherin!"
The sudden shout stunned Amosta, who was getting out of his weak emotions, and before he could recover, there were two sharp howls of spells behind him,
"All petrified!
To pieces! "
In the blink of an eye, Amosta woke up suddenly and had no time to think about who was attacking him. He instinctively wanted to draw out his wand to fight back, but he was shocked to find that the wand was unintentionally pressed under his legs, and he sat cross-legged in front of the brazier. For more than an hour, he was dizzy and his legs were so numb that he had no time to react effectively.
Damn, too careless!
Amosta felt resentful in his heart, he propped his body on the ground with his left hand and let his body fall to one side, picked up the magic wand on the way of rolling down the bluestone, and finally avoided the spell at the critical moment.
However, the photo of Grandma Ferrena and the brazier conjured by Amosta are not so lucky!
Prian's petrification spell was dodged by Amosta, but accidentally hit the brazier. Immediately, the fire snakes flying all over the sky reflected the gloomy Forbidden Forest like dawn!
And Filoa's Shattering Curse just happened to hit the photo of Grandma Felena's death. After the crisp sound of shattering, the torn apart photo was swallowed by the golden fire snake and quickly turned into black ash...
When Amosta struggled to get up from the ground, a picture of a fragmented ground with the edge being eaten away by flames floated past his eyes, and fell powerlessly to the ground.
His gaze has been following the photo, and emotions of trance, astonishment, and anger flashed alternately in his light brown eyes. When the photo turned into ashes, Amosta, who was full of anger, finally raised his head and looked in the direction of the spell. Slowly, but firmly, raise your wand...
PS: With the support of collection and investment, I am very grateful!
(End of this chapter)
On the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Amosta stopped and took a look at Hagrid's house. There was no light in the simple log cabin, and at the same time, he couldn't feel any magical breath. It seemed that Hagrid was not in the house.
As we all know, the gamekeeper at Hogwarts is one of Albus Dumbledore's most trusted confidantes. Many times, Dumbledore will entrust some extremely important and private matters to this seemingly rough, but always critical moment. A big guy who can be relied on.
Amosta was not sure whether Hagrid was out on errands or patrolling in the Forbidden Forest, so, in order to ensure that he would not be disturbed, Amosta walked a long way to the south before striding into the in the woods.
The dense Forbidden Forest is dark and silent, except for the click of feet stepping on dead leaves, even the bone-chilling wind of winter is frightened by the depression here and silences.
Amosta walked straight into the woods. He deviated from the winding path and walked around a felled logging field that was now covered with mossy stumps until he turned around and saw no strands. The light of the castle stopped before stepping on a huge, flat bluestone.
"Here it is, Granny Ferrena."
Amosta said to the old man whose kind smile was forever fixed in the photo, and then he placed the photo on the ground and supported it with a broken branch.
"According to the customs of the world I lived in before, at midnight on the seventh day after death, the soul will have a chance to return to this world to visit his family in the world,"
Amostar shook his sleeves, a twelve-inch long, ebony wand with a core of dragon's heart nerves slipped down his palm in good condition.
He pointed his wand at the ground, and a fist-sized gravel immediately floated up at his feet, and spun around in a rapidly trembling shadow, turning into an orange-yellow copper basin.
"At this time, living family members will use a way to honor the deceased relatives--"
Amosta sat down cross-legged, not feeling the slight discomfort of the slippery and cold bluestone on his buttocks.
He took out a cloth bag from his bosom, which was bought by Amosta from the Devis Bance magic supply shop in Hogsmeade for two Galleons, and the space was expanded by the traceless stretching spell. The bag, because the price is not expensive, so its initial space is very limited.
However, after the second improvement, it is now enough to hold a car, and it also has the function of classifying and ordering items in batches.
"I don't know if you would like this way?"
A large stack of yellow paper and gold ingots piled up like a hill were poured out and scattered on the ground.
"Pong!"
The bright golden flames ignited out of thin air quickly ate away the yellow paper and the hand-folded gold ingots in the copper basin. The hot breath quickly scorched the edges of the bright yellow copper basin to black, and at the same time, it also dried the air in the damp and cold air. of moisture.
The light and shadow of the flame hit the glass shield, reflecting a slightly pale face.
"I'm sorry that I couldn't be with you in the last days. This will probably be the biggest regret in my life."
Amosta moved his chapped lips, and while adding paper to the basin, he said to the old man smiling in the flames,
The flames moved, and the golden light and shadow swayed accordingly, making the old man in the photo seem to move like a magical portrait, comforting the sad young man in his soft voice.
"—If it weren't for you, I would have died at the hands of that woman about 16 years ago, and I would never have had the opportunity to know this wonderful world."
The piercing north winds that broke into the fire-shrouded area became mellow, and they gently lifted the ends of Amosta's hair like an invisible hand caressing the top of his head.
Amosta stared at the photo and whispered the secret hidden deep in his heart. Those absurd things, no matter how close they were, could not be said. Only when facing the dead relatives, Amosta could have no scruples. .
The graceful moon is gradually slanting like the sky. In the second half of the night, the mist that swept from the depths of the forbidden forest shrouded everything in a vague haze. on the branches.
"What do you think he's doing, Prien?"
Because of his non-terrestrial mind, Amosta lost his vigilance in the past, so that he didn't notice that [-] feet behind him, two guys with broomsticks and wearing red Gryffindor jerseys had been quietly watching I've had him for a while.
"I can't say, Philoa, but it looks like he's performing some kind of evil ritual... using black magic to summon the undead of the old man in the photo, probably like this, you know, the Slytherin gang That's what Snake loves to study."
Gryffindor's fourth-year batsman, Prian, with a round cake face and small eyes, lowered his voice, and said to the girl beside him who was both a teammate and a lover,
"He's Amosta Blaine, a nerdy nerd with a very eccentric character."
"A nerd with a weird personality?"
With long pale golden hair, the handsome Filoa moved her slender eyebrows.
"That's it," Prien puffed up his cheeks and sniggered, "I heard Haytham from Ravenclaw say that every Saturday morning when he went to the library, he would see Brian sitting at the corner of the reading area, in front of him. He keeps a lot of books, doesn't communicate with anyone, seems to be keen on studying, but his grades are much worse than Charlie's brother, probably because his brain is not very bright."
Filoa let out a chuckle, she leaned on her own light wheel 1700 and approached Prian's arms,
"Maybe we should go back to the castle and call a professor over, dear, we can't watch him curse a dead old man with evil black magic, can we?"
"That's not a good idea, Philoa."
Priyan's little eyes flashed with teasing, and he rejected his girlfriend's suggestion without hesitation, "Charlie and the others are still playing hide-and-seek with that big spider in the Forbidden Forest, if we call the professor over, they will all be exposed .”
"I heard from Charlie that his brother Bill is the prefect on duty tonight. We can go and inform him. I don't think Bill will betray his brother."
Filoa blinked and suggested again.
"That's a good proposal, Philoa," Prien said, looking at Amosta's thin back on the bluestone, with a smirk on his face.
"However, I have a more interesting way to punish this evil wizard. Come on, Philoa, get out your wand, and let's teach him a lesson!"
There were not many yellow papers and gold ingots left on the ground, he gathered them together with both hands, threw them all into the red copper basin, and whispered his final farewell,
"—I hope that your merits in this life can become a blessing in the next life, Grandma Feiliena, the place where I lived in my previous life is also a very good country. If you have the opportunity to choose, you can be born in..."
"Hey! Be judged, Dark wizard of Slytherin!"
The sudden shout stunned Amosta, who was getting out of his weak emotions, and before he could recover, there were two sharp howls of spells behind him,
"All petrified!
To pieces! "
In the blink of an eye, Amosta woke up suddenly and had no time to think about who was attacking him. He instinctively wanted to draw out his wand to fight back, but he was shocked to find that the wand was unintentionally pressed under his legs, and he sat cross-legged in front of the brazier. For more than an hour, he was dizzy and his legs were so numb that he had no time to react effectively.
Damn, too careless!
Amosta felt resentful in his heart, he propped his body on the ground with his left hand and let his body fall to one side, picked up the magic wand on the way of rolling down the bluestone, and finally avoided the spell at the critical moment.
However, the photo of Grandma Ferrena and the brazier conjured by Amosta are not so lucky!
Prian's petrification spell was dodged by Amosta, but accidentally hit the brazier. Immediately, the fire snakes flying all over the sky reflected the gloomy Forbidden Forest like dawn!
And Filoa's Shattering Curse just happened to hit the photo of Grandma Felena's death. After the crisp sound of shattering, the torn apart photo was swallowed by the golden fire snake and quickly turned into black ash...
When Amosta struggled to get up from the ground, a picture of a fragmented ground with the edge being eaten away by flames floated past his eyes, and fell powerlessly to the ground.
His gaze has been following the photo, and emotions of trance, astonishment, and anger flashed alternately in his light brown eyes. When the photo turned into ashes, Amosta, who was full of anger, finally raised his head and looked in the direction of the spell. Slowly, but firmly, raise your wand...
PS: With the support of collection and investment, I am very grateful!
(End of this chapter)
