Chapter 213 World Hostility?
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Hua Shui Jun
Chapter 213 World Hostility?
No one could have imagined that the Quidditch preliminaries, which had been expected for half a year, would end in this way.
Hufflepuff won, but they couldn't see much excitement on their faces. Gryffindor lost the first game, but they also didn't have the energy to mourn. Even Slytherin forgot to feel sorry for Gryffindor who suffered a tragic defeat in Waterloo. The Fendor team sneered, and most of the young wizards from the four colleges gathered in their common rooms, talking about the shocking scene on the playground just now.
The little wizards learned from the seniors and seniors who are about to graduate that the magic that Professor Brian cast is called the 'Patronus Charm', which is a very advanced white magic, specially used to deal with the terrifying Ghost.
"Deal with?"
In the Hufflepuff lounge, Justin Fenriely bluffed and said to the students around him,
"I thought that strange snake was the master of the dementor!"
"Don't say that, Justin—"
Hannah said in a reproachful tone,
"We can't make the same mistake, can't we, last school year, in Lockhart's dueling lesson with that great liar, Potter used his Parseltongue to stop Malfoy's conjured snake from attacking you. Today's situation It’s almost the same as that time, the professors have already said that Professor Bryan just used a Patronus Charm that he modified to deal with the Dementors, but the spell has not been used in actual combat, so it seems a bit weird.”
"I feel like this is just prevarication, Hannah."
Justin said unwillingly.
"But at least—"
Ernie shrugged his shoulders to express his point of view, "At least after Professor Brian conjures up the Patronus, I won't feel cold anymore. Before that, hey, I'd rather die than enter Azkaban."
There are many similar discussions.
"Abstruse white magic, do you believe this kind of nonsense? In my opinion, it is a very advanced black magic!"
In the green basement of Slytherin, Draco said excitedly,
"I've known for a long time that he has this ability. I dare say that even the Dark Lord may not be able to do it!"
In the current Slytherin College, there are many young wizards whose fathers are loyal followers of Voldemort. Among these young wizards, the vast majority still believe that the Dark Lord can bring unprecedented glory to the pure-blood family. Savior.
Therefore, Draco's evaluation did not get the flattery he expected, and even his two loyal followers, Crabbe and Goyle, seemed hesitant to speak.
In the school hospital, Madam Pomfrey saw off the captain of the Gryffindor team who came to visit Harry, and was cleaning up the muddy water on the ground with a displeased expression.
After a period of precipitation and Professor Brian's explanation, Hermione and Ron finally stood together again. Although the matter of Scabbers was still a knot in his heart that had not been resolved, the two of them tacitly and deliberately Ignore this matter.
"You can't imagine how big that thing is, Harry!"
Ron opened his arms and gestured desperately to Harry. He looked fascinated and said in a tone full of awe,
"That big snake was as tall as Gryffindor Tower, with a pair of wings growing on its back. It was all silvery white at first, but then one of them turned black for some reason. Those dementors. They surrounded that A black wing flies around"
Ron seemed to want to find a metaphor to describe the appearance of the Dementor with its wings around, but he racked his brains and couldn't find any suitable adjectives. In the end, he could only throw out the word 'kind'.
"That's not normal, is it?"
Unlike the excited Ron, Hermione looked worried,
"Professor Bryan's magic looks the same as when Professor Lupine dealt with the dementor who came to search on the train. They are all silvery creatures that can spew silvery mist, but their effects are different." Quite different."
"Perhaps Professor Brian has a higher attainment in this magic,"
Ron shrugged his shoulders and said in a natural tone,
"It's obvious at a glance, isn't it? Bibi can tell just by looking at the shape of the things he created."
"The dementors."
Seeing that Ron and Hermione can resume normal communication, for Harry, I am afraid it is a rare thing to be happy after today's encounter. He has been lying on the hospital bed and listening to Ron and Hermione's exchange of Bray Professor En's patron saint
From Ron's description, Harry can probably imagine what an amazing thing Professor Brian made, but he is not in the mood to be surprised by this right now.
Because of his crushing defeat in front of the dementors again, Gryffindor lost this crucial match, and, when he was unconscious, he heard the humble begging voice.
"Where are the dementors?"
Harry asked in a low voice.
"It's all locked up. Professor Blaine is very angry. I've never seen him like that—"
Hermione said in a trembling voice,
"He probably felt that he had failed his duty. When he flew off the cue, when Professor McGonagall asked him how he was going to deal with the dementors, he said that he would wait for Fudge to come over in person and ask him why these dementors The ghosts will get out of hand."
Harry pursed his lips and nodded, his thoughts once again being occupied by that desperate voice.
A violent gust of wind broke into the room through the cracks in the unclosed sash, and the curtains were rustled.
Ron hurried to close the window, and when he turned back, Harry finally looked up again,
"My broom, have you picked it up for me?"
Looking at Ron who staggered, Harry's mood, which had already sunk to the bottom, looked down again, and he asked subconsciously,
"What's the matter, shouldn't it be broken?"
"That's not—"
Hermione said hesitantly,
"Well, when you fell, it got blown away and everyone got scared by Professor Blaine's Patronus so, uh... you know that Whomping Willow is right by the playground"
Principal's office
Fox held his head high, a wandering 'silver dragon' was reflected in his ruby-like eyes, and rows of portraits on the wall were whispering, and the center of their discussion was also the winged dragon with black and white wings wandering around the office snake.
Dumbledore's expression was unprecedentedly serious, and his pair of azure pupils were brighter than ever before, as if they were really radiating brilliance, and his state really impressed Amos who was standing beside him. The tower brings a little pressure.
"Okay, Amosta--"
After a while, Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief and said wearily.
The small rustling voices in the office seemed to disappear after Dumbledore finished speaking, and even the portraits stopped for a round, expecting him to give everyone an answer.
"Have you found anything, Headmaster?"
Amosta waved away the Patronus, with a calm expression without any waves.
"Sit down and talk--"
Dumbledore returned to his desk, and beckoned Amosta to sit down. The eyes of two pairs of different-colored pupils met in the office, but neither of them noticed anything from each other's eyes, because both of them Occlumency was invoked.
"Before we use our captivating imagination to make those wild guesses, Amosta, I have to ask."
Dumbledore rested his hands on his chin and said solemnly,
"Is there anything you want to say to me? I mean, some of your experiences will help our next guesses be closer to the truth."
some experiences.
The prophecy of the druid ancestor priest who somehow involved himself?
The Isle of Avalon that has collapsed?
Gryffindor who appeared in front of him across thousands of years?
Or was it the double snake staff that was prophesied that he could only pick it up by himself, but somehow voluntarily escaped from his control and disappeared without a trace after that woman, Corona?
Amosta sighed inwardly
In this world, why is there so much hostility towards traversers?
(End of this chapter)
No one could have imagined that the Quidditch preliminaries, which had been expected for half a year, would end in this way.
Hufflepuff won, but they couldn't see much excitement on their faces. Gryffindor lost the first game, but they also didn't have the energy to mourn. Even Slytherin forgot to feel sorry for Gryffindor who suffered a tragic defeat in Waterloo. The Fendor team sneered, and most of the young wizards from the four colleges gathered in their common rooms, talking about the shocking scene on the playground just now.
The little wizards learned from the seniors and seniors who are about to graduate that the magic that Professor Brian cast is called the 'Patronus Charm', which is a very advanced white magic, specially used to deal with the terrifying Ghost.
"Deal with?"
In the Hufflepuff lounge, Justin Fenriely bluffed and said to the students around him,
"I thought that strange snake was the master of the dementor!"
"Don't say that, Justin—"
Hannah said in a reproachful tone,
"We can't make the same mistake, can't we, last school year, in Lockhart's dueling lesson with that great liar, Potter used his Parseltongue to stop Malfoy's conjured snake from attacking you. Today's situation It’s almost the same as that time, the professors have already said that Professor Bryan just used a Patronus Charm that he modified to deal with the Dementors, but the spell has not been used in actual combat, so it seems a bit weird.”
"I feel like this is just prevarication, Hannah."
Justin said unwillingly.
"But at least—"
Ernie shrugged his shoulders to express his point of view, "At least after Professor Brian conjures up the Patronus, I won't feel cold anymore. Before that, hey, I'd rather die than enter Azkaban."
There are many similar discussions.
"Abstruse white magic, do you believe this kind of nonsense? In my opinion, it is a very advanced black magic!"
In the green basement of Slytherin, Draco said excitedly,
"I've known for a long time that he has this ability. I dare say that even the Dark Lord may not be able to do it!"
In the current Slytherin College, there are many young wizards whose fathers are loyal followers of Voldemort. Among these young wizards, the vast majority still believe that the Dark Lord can bring unprecedented glory to the pure-blood family. Savior.
Therefore, Draco's evaluation did not get the flattery he expected, and even his two loyal followers, Crabbe and Goyle, seemed hesitant to speak.
In the school hospital, Madam Pomfrey saw off the captain of the Gryffindor team who came to visit Harry, and was cleaning up the muddy water on the ground with a displeased expression.
After a period of precipitation and Professor Brian's explanation, Hermione and Ron finally stood together again. Although the matter of Scabbers was still a knot in his heart that had not been resolved, the two of them tacitly and deliberately Ignore this matter.
"You can't imagine how big that thing is, Harry!"
Ron opened his arms and gestured desperately to Harry. He looked fascinated and said in a tone full of awe,
"That big snake was as tall as Gryffindor Tower, with a pair of wings growing on its back. It was all silvery white at first, but then one of them turned black for some reason. Those dementors. They surrounded that A black wing flies around"
Ron seemed to want to find a metaphor to describe the appearance of the Dementor with its wings around, but he racked his brains and couldn't find any suitable adjectives. In the end, he could only throw out the word 'kind'.
"That's not normal, is it?"
Unlike the excited Ron, Hermione looked worried,
"Professor Bryan's magic looks the same as when Professor Lupine dealt with the dementor who came to search on the train. They are all silvery creatures that can spew silvery mist, but their effects are different." Quite different."
"Perhaps Professor Brian has a higher attainment in this magic,"
Ron shrugged his shoulders and said in a natural tone,
"It's obvious at a glance, isn't it? Bibi can tell just by looking at the shape of the things he created."
"The dementors."
Seeing that Ron and Hermione can resume normal communication, for Harry, I am afraid it is a rare thing to be happy after today's encounter. He has been lying on the hospital bed and listening to Ron and Hermione's exchange of Bray Professor En's patron saint
From Ron's description, Harry can probably imagine what an amazing thing Professor Brian made, but he is not in the mood to be surprised by this right now.
Because of his crushing defeat in front of the dementors again, Gryffindor lost this crucial match, and, when he was unconscious, he heard the humble begging voice.
"Where are the dementors?"
Harry asked in a low voice.
"It's all locked up. Professor Blaine is very angry. I've never seen him like that—"
Hermione said in a trembling voice,
"He probably felt that he had failed his duty. When he flew off the cue, when Professor McGonagall asked him how he was going to deal with the dementors, he said that he would wait for Fudge to come over in person and ask him why these dementors The ghosts will get out of hand."
Harry pursed his lips and nodded, his thoughts once again being occupied by that desperate voice.
A violent gust of wind broke into the room through the cracks in the unclosed sash, and the curtains were rustled.
Ron hurried to close the window, and when he turned back, Harry finally looked up again,
"My broom, have you picked it up for me?"
Looking at Ron who staggered, Harry's mood, which had already sunk to the bottom, looked down again, and he asked subconsciously,
"What's the matter, shouldn't it be broken?"
"That's not—"
Hermione said hesitantly,
"Well, when you fell, it got blown away and everyone got scared by Professor Blaine's Patronus so, uh... you know that Whomping Willow is right by the playground"
Principal's office
Fox held his head high, a wandering 'silver dragon' was reflected in his ruby-like eyes, and rows of portraits on the wall were whispering, and the center of their discussion was also the winged dragon with black and white wings wandering around the office snake.
Dumbledore's expression was unprecedentedly serious, and his pair of azure pupils were brighter than ever before, as if they were really radiating brilliance, and his state really impressed Amos who was standing beside him. The tower brings a little pressure.
"Okay, Amosta--"
After a while, Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief and said wearily.
The small rustling voices in the office seemed to disappear after Dumbledore finished speaking, and even the portraits stopped for a round, expecting him to give everyone an answer.
"Have you found anything, Headmaster?"
Amosta waved away the Patronus, with a calm expression without any waves.
"Sit down and talk--"
Dumbledore returned to his desk, and beckoned Amosta to sit down. The eyes of two pairs of different-colored pupils met in the office, but neither of them noticed anything from each other's eyes, because both of them Occlumency was invoked.
"Before we use our captivating imagination to make those wild guesses, Amosta, I have to ask."
Dumbledore rested his hands on his chin and said solemnly,
"Is there anything you want to say to me? I mean, some of your experiences will help our next guesses be closer to the truth."
some experiences.
The prophecy of the druid ancestor priest who somehow involved himself?
The Isle of Avalon that has collapsed?
Gryffindor who appeared in front of him across thousands of years?
Or was it the double snake staff that was prophesied that he could only pick it up by himself, but somehow voluntarily escaped from his control and disappeared without a trace after that woman, Corona?
Amosta sighed inwardly
In this world, why is there so much hostility towards traversers?
(End of this chapter)
