Chapter 150 Meeting Ginny at Night (5K)

After all, Gore couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food and agreed: "Okay, I agree! But you have to promise not to cast a curse on me or ask questions that will make me stink."

Rogge smiled and nodded, "Don't worry, Gore. I won't do those pranks."

"I believe you, Roger. Come on! Remember to treat me to snacks afterwards!"

"no problem!"

Rogge patted Seiler, and it turned its head back to its normal state, staring at Goyle with its big eyes. Gall only felt that a pair of rotating amber eyes appeared in front of him, and it could also zoom in and out.

As Seiler poured magic power into his eyes, Gore immediately felt a strong sense of sleepiness. He tried hard to open his eyes, but his consciousness was still getting blurry and blurry.

"Successful." Rogge looked at Daphne, indicating that she could ask.

"Goyle, what's the first password for first grade?"

"Green silver." Gore answered without any hesitation.

Daphne's eyes widened and she looked at him in surprise.

Goyle's memory is very poor, not much better than Neville's. During class, as soon as the professor finished saying the magic spell, he immediately mispronounced it. It's amazing that I can now remember the passwords from last school year.

"Where's the current password?"

"glory."

"Very good, very good! Goyle, who is the girl you have a crush on?" Daphne asked excitedly.

"Daphne..." Roger warned, agreeing not to tease him.

"Oh, just ask." Daphne muttered.

"Pansy." Goyle blurted out without hesitation.

"Wow~" Daphne covered her mouth and laughed in surprise. She discovered Goyle's secret.

"Wake up." Rogge clapped his hands, and Gore slowly woke up.

"I want to ask again." Daphne was a little regretful. She still had many questions to ask.

"What just happened?" Gore looked at them blankly, knowing nothing about what just happened.

"Daphne asked you for the password to the academy. You have a good memory and you remember all the passwords from last year."

"Really?" Gore was pleasantly surprised. He didn't expect his memory to be so strong. He thought carefully about last year's password, but he still couldn't say it.

"It's amazing! I always thought that owls can only be messengers." Daphne held the owl in her arms excitedly, while Seyler shrank and looked at Roger uneasily.

"Roger, can you lend me Sailor for a few days?"

"You're not going to do anything bad, are you?"

"Hmph, how can you distrust me so much! I'm a lady, so I won't do bad things. I'll borrow Seyler!" Daphne kissed Seyler hard, hugged him and ran away.

"I haven't agreed yet." Rogge shouted from behind, and Daphne quickly disappeared.

Hogwarts is a peaceful and peaceful place without the presence of basilisks. Everyone fights and fights every day, unaware that danger is quietly approaching. At the end of September, it was rainy in the Scottish Highlands, and the school was wet everywhere.

One night, Roger was studying Nagini's blood in the club. Malfoy rushed in gloomily holding Nimbus 2000.

"What's wrong?" Rogge turned his head and glanced.

Malfoy lowered his head with a depressed face and didn't say a word. Not knowing what kind of blow he suffered, he sat down in front of the Acromantula.

In the past, he was scared to death when he saw big spiders. Every time I stood up to cast a spell, I was afraid of falling into the tooth-filled mouth.

Seeing that nothing happened to him, Rogge continued to focus on his research.

During this period, Nagini's blood still made no progress, but the werewolf's brain and the vampire's heart showed some signs.

These two magical creatures do not entirely belong to the living. The moment a human or wizard is contaminated, their vitality is lost. According to normal rules, the infected person will eventually die. But a strange magical power in the blood kept them alive.

Thanks to the Heart of Elements, Rogge could feel a bloodthirsty magic writhing in the test tube. It bared its teeth and claws, greedily devouring life force. The unicorn blood that had just been dripped in was assimilated in the blink of an eye.

Rogge defines it as death pollution. The higher the level of contamination, the less like normal humans the infected person becomes.

"The werewolves are about 30% contaminated, and the vampires are at least 70% contaminated." Rogge wrote this record.

He increased the amount of unicorn's blood and continued to observe. Death pollution seems to have some kind of consciousness, but it is avoided instead of assimilated.

Rogge continued to drip silver-white blood, and both parties were fine. At a certain moment, when the unicorn's blood exceeded a certain threshold, the entire test tube entered deathly silence.

"The 12th drop." Rogge recorded, "The unicorn's blood has a certain suppressive effect on death pollution, but it cannot eradicate or purify the pollution. Once the limit is exceeded, both parties will perish together."

"Maybe I should start from the source." Rogge frowned and thought, and the question returned to blood magic again.

…

After finishing today's research, Rogge looked back and saw Malfoy still sitting there: "What's wrong? You look like you were dumped."

"Roger, do you think we can defeat Gryffindor?"

"You don't have confidence?"

"I..." Malfoy wanted to say that he was confident. They specifically chose to go to the stadium during Gryffindor training just to lower the opponent's morale.

All members of the Slytherin team rode Nimbus 2000, hitting the opponent hard with their fast figures. But Malfoy was a little uneasy.

Because Harry also has a Nimbus 2000, they compared it many times with the same broom, and he actually fell into the disadvantage. Malfoy did not admit that Harry's flying skills were better than his own, but he knew in his heart what the truth was.

"Although I don't play Quidditch, this sport belongs to a team. Our academy has seven Nimbus 2000s. Do you think it is possible to lose?"

"I...I think I can win." Malfoy reluctantly cheered up.

"You sound so unsure? No confidence at all?" Rogge patted Malfoy on the shoulder to tell him not to be so discouraged.

"Are you worried about Harry catching the Golden Snitch?"

"Um."

"Why worry?"

Malfoy hesitated for a moment, but finally said what he was thinking: "His flying skills are better than mine... I tried my best to train, and even secretly went to the training ground when it rained. But... I just couldn't catch up with him. .”

It was extremely difficult for the proud Malfoy to admit that his old rival Harry was better than him. He competed with Harry on almost every occasion, hoping to outdo the Savior.

If he hadn't felt desperate, he wouldn't have gone to the club alone and faced the Acromantula in a daze.

"Malfoy, don't give up on yourself. Are you interested in fighting it?" Rogge pointed at the Acromantula.

"I can't beat it."

"Give it a try. It doesn't matter if you lose. You can ride on your broomstick and fight it."

Malfoy hesitated for a moment, then summoned up the courage to fight the blind Acromantula. Rogge unlocked the cage, and as his legs were freed from the stiffness, the Acromantula rushed out.

Although the giant spider is blind, the hairs on its body can sense air movement. It can also hear the wizard's speech and identify which one is the wizard who captured it. It will never let go of the opponent, and immediately pounces on Rogge after regaining its mobility.

"Idiot." Rogge picked up the stool and hit the giant spider hard. The big spider was shot away and its front legs were lame.

"Malfoy, this guy is very vicious. Why don't you try again another day?"

"I finally mustered up the courage, at least let me try first!" Malfoy insisted. He mounted his broom and hovered in the air, looking for the giant spider's weaknesses and waiting for an opportunity to attack.

The big spider made a threatening hiss, warning the little wizard above him to stay away from him. Malfoy clenched his wand and suppressed the fear in his heart: "Split into pieces!"

The giant spider felt the attack and jumped up immediately. Its two legs were hit by Malfoy's curse and broke into countless pieces. But it still pounced on Malfoy tenaciously, biting into the air with its fangs.

Seeing that the giant spider was about to pounce, Malfoy shouted: "There are many obstacles."

The power of the curse slowed down the giant spider's movements. It fell to the ground unwillingly, with its belly facing the sky, and struggled to get up with its remaining legs.

Malfoy breathed a sigh of relief that he had defeated such a ferocious magical creature.

"Be careful." Roger reminded. Acromantulas have many attack methods, including more than just pounce and bite.

As soon as he finished speaking, the spinning organ on the giant spider's abdomen spurted out a large ball of white secretion. The liquid quickly spread out in the air and turned into a giant net that tightly wrapped Malfoy.

"Roger, save me!"

The giant spider's legs were waving wildly, pulling the prey closer to itself. Even if it dies, it still wants to bite the wizard hard and taste what it's like to be a wizard.

"The divine blade has no shadow." Rogge killed the giant spider with a snap of his fingers. Malfoy looked at the poisonous fangs so close, sweating all over his body. He was shocked and frightened, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

"Roger, thank you. I really thought I would die in its mouth!" Malfoy gasped for air, his lips trembling involuntarily.

"Since you knew the danger, why didn't you call stop?" Rogge used a knife to untie the cobweb. Malfoy sat on the ground still feeling scared.

"I...I don't know either." Malfoy thought for a moment, maybe this is courage.

"Failure is nothing special. At least you have the courage to face him. Maybe our Slytherin's fate is to face the dripping blood." Rogge threw the knife to Malfoy and pointed at the dead big spider: "While we are here, It’s fresh, hurry up.”

"Me?" Malfoy picked up the knife and looked at Rogge in disbelief.

"How about we swap? You go to the Forbidden Forest to catch a live one?"

"I'd better collect venom." Malfoy shook his head violently, unable to stop like a rattle.

"Instead of worrying about Harry catching the Golden Snitch, it's better to assume that he will catch it. Then based on this assumption, find a way to deal with it."

"No way... If this is the case, wouldn't we always lose?" Malfoy opened the belly of the giant spider and accidentally got splashed by the liquid inside.

"If you want to win, you have to think about how to lose. You have to think clearly whether you want to win or the team wants to win. When you leave, remember to clean the house." Rogge waved his hand, and he had to go to the Forbidden Forest at night Catching Acromantulas is a hard life for me as the president of the club.

Recently, the big spiders in the Forbidden Forest have learned their lesson and stayed in their own territory to lay traps. They wait for their prey to fall into the web instead of wandering around. This prevented Rogge from catching lone spiders as usual, and increased his workload out of thin air.

"Are you smart?" Rogge walked invisibly in the Forbidden Forest. The cave in the distance was covered with layers of spider webs.

They also set traps in the secret places of the woods. Once prey is trapped in the spider web, they will rush out quickly, wrap the victim into a mummy and drag it back to the hole.

Roger turned the leaf in his hand into a little rabbit and let it get into the giant spider's trap. The rabbit's hind legs were stuck in the spider web, and it was jumping around but couldn't get rid of it.

Soon, a giant spider felt that the trap was triggered. Eight legs draw out a thin line, which hangs down from the top of the tree in an orderly manner.

The giant spider did not take action immediately, but its eight black eyes vigilantly checked the surroundings. Recently, a member of the tribe disappeared mysteriously, and his father Aragog asked everyone to be vigilant. They suspect that a more powerful predator has appeared in the Forbidden Forest.

"A rabbit?" The big spider recognized the prey below and showed a disgusted expression.

Such a tiny thing has too little meat, wasting its carefully woven web. Is it easy to build a network yourself? Acromantula is very difficult!

Having had to do it ourselves for so many years, our web is really not something that can be woven casually. Hey, I repair the spider web every day, and I know what kind of web catches what kind of prey best.

Rabbits shouldn't waste their webs, just hit the tree and faint, and wait for themselves to eat. Can you find the reason why you grow so small? Have you grown any flesh on your body over the years? Have you eaten grass seriously?

"I'm a hunter!" The giant spider hung down and bit it without the taste of blood.

"What's going on?" It was thinking, a bright light flashed, and the world suddenly went dark.

"Get it done and call it a day." Rogge put it into his bag, and the rabbit whose neck was bitten off also turned into broken leaves.

Not long after he left, several larger spiders came here.

"Another clan member is missing."

"This is the fifth one. What is the other party? Why do they disappear out of thin air without leaving any traces?"

"I don't know, that thing is too mysterious. I have never been so scared even when facing a giant dragon."

"Now how to do?"

"Go back and report to your father. It might be the animals that Hagrid let in."

"Hagrid? That big guy? His meat must be very durable."

"Hmph, Aragog actually won't let us eat wizards."

"It doesn't matter, he is already old and will die soon. By then, the little wizards at Hogwarts will be our food."

"When dad dies, we can eat it."

In a weird and terrifying hissing sound, the Acromantulas crawled back to their nests. They report the latest disappearances to their father Aragak and mother Mosag.

Ordinary Acromantulas are usually as big as a car, but in front of Aragak they are still as small as an insect in the corner of a closet. Alagek suffered from cataracts, and his eight eyes turned milky white, making him unable to see at all.

Hearing that another clan member had mysteriously disappeared, it decided to ask Hagrid for help. A few tribesmen are not a big problem to thousands of tribesmen. What it is really worried about is that the wizard in the castle is harmful to its own people.

His children always think that fangs and spider silk can deal with wizards, and they think that they can eat each other without their own restraints. But he lived there when he was a child, had seen the power of wizards, and didn't want to be his enemy.

Aragog waved his thin legs to silence the children. In that majestic castle, there is their natural enemy: the basilisk.

When the Spider held a conference, Rogge had already returned to Hogwarts. It was curfew time, so he skillfully used the Disillusionment Charm and walked past Filch.

Mrs. Norris seemed to smell something, turned around and started running. At the corner of the corridor, it saw cat food put down by a certain little wizard.

"Loris, how can you eat randomly!" Filch yelled, taking out his cloth bag, which contained damp cat food.

Nasty Roger gave himself a bag of cat food last Christmas. Mrs. Norris did not eat much of the food she prepared after she tasted it.

It was difficult for Filch to support himself with his meager salary, and Mrs. Norris's new taste made life even more difficult.

He had always wanted to get rid of his status as a squib, so he actually borrowed money from the goblins of Gringotts and bought a correspondence course on how to recite fast spells. As a price, Mrs. Norris's rations were also forced to be reduced.

"Roger, don't let me catch you! Wait until I learn magic, hum!" Filch stared at the empty corridor and had no choice but to let Mrs. Norris finish the cat food on the floor.

Rogge, who was hiding, waved to Filch, hoping that the eccentric old guy would have time to tidy up his water ghost-like hair.

Hogwarts was still very lively at midnight, and the prefects of several colleges still had to patrol around hard. Every college has unruly little wizards who run around late at night.

"Hey, Ginny?" Roger passed by the hall and saw a red hair walking around the corner. It seems that her dear brothers did not care about her, leaving her to write a diary to express her feelings.

"Who would be a serious person to keep a diary?" Rogge muttered and followed him. Is he considered a serious person if he doesn't write a diary?

Ginny carefully walked around Percy who was patrolling. She whispered to herself, unaware that anyone was following her.

"Good evening, Miss Ginny." Roger patted her shoulder, and Ginny jumped in fright. The chicken feathers accidentally stuck on the hem of the clothes were thrown into the air.

"Shh! You don't want Percy to catch him either?" Rogge blocked her mouth and let go when she nodded.

"Miss Ginny, the school does not allow hanging out during curfew time."

Ginny was a little nervous. She lowered her head, gritted her teeth, and tangled her hands together. Facing her brother's enemies at school, she mustered up the courage to say, "Don't you also violate school rules?"

"Me?" Rogge shook his head, "We are different. I know the Disguise Curse, so they can't see me."

"You're out so late, you're not going to do any bad things secretly, are you?" Rogge pinched the chicken feathers and stared at her aggressively.

Ginny shrank back in fear and quickly retreated to the corner. Her face turned pale, like a wounded animal.

"Am I so scary?" Rogge looked at the other person in confusion.

I don’t say that everyone loves me, but it’s totally okay for flowers to bloom and cars to blow out. He guaranteed it with magic, 100% of the time.

"Why don't you dare to look at me? Gryffindors are known for their courage, not to mention you are Weasley." Rogge showed a friendly smile and his tone was much gentler.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day holidays, I am coding, what are you doing? T.T