Chapter 58 Post-War Summary
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Nian Gao Pei Ma Tuan
Compared with ordinary people, dark wizards do not have many scruples and often prefer to solve problems in a straightforward way.
Like tonight.
If it were a normal person, when encountering the sleepwalking Hilliard, his first reaction would definitely be to run away to avoid alerting the enemy.
At least that's what Glenn himself envisioned.
But on the other hand, Patricia actually planned to knock him out directly and then continue to implement the original plan. This was a huge difference.
Not to mention the subsequent Killing Curse.
If it were Glenn himself, even if it was too late to modify the other party's memory, he would definitely choose the Imperius Curse.
After all, eating a big melon is satisfying for a while, but it will definitely cause an uproar in Hogwarts, and it will more easily affect subsequent plans.
He sighed and put himself into Patricia's perspective as much as possible, but he still couldn't figure out the purpose of this killing curse.
As expected, the dark wizard's thoughts cannot be inferred using common sense...
But having said that, this woman is too vicious-hearted. She will kill her at the slightest disagreement. She is simply a time bomb hidden in Hogwarts.
How about finding an opportunity and just flashing out and backstabbing to send him away...
Glenn thought bitterly and picked up his wand.
Fire spell plus transfiguration equals the joy of fire.
He watched a flaming dagger appear out of thin air in his hand, and his mind turned over and over again.
Eliminating this time bomb directly from the source is undoubtedly the best choice, but...
He seemed to see Morgana's firm eyes that touched him again.
I must save her...
If you don't go back, you don't go back.
Glenn pinched his eyebrows and felt worried.
According to Dumbledore, Patricia was not a self-destructive dark wizard.
Unlike the twisted Dark Lord, she is just an innocent curse-breaker whose memory and judgment have been suppressed.
Glenn knew that he was not a decisive and ruthless big shot, he could even be said to be a little indecisive.
If he really wanted to eradicate Patricia, even if he didn't consider Morgana's feelings, he might not even be able to pass his own level.
...
Meanwhile, in the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's bedroom.
There is a faint dark red smoke.
Patricia, who had returned, was slumped in an armchair, her eyes closed tightly, and the veins on her slender neck appeared, as if she was enduring great pain.
After a long time, the red mist dissipated, and she suddenly opened her eyes. A substantial murderous aura dispersed and gradually disappeared in the air.
"This damn desire to kill is becoming increasingly difficult to suppress." She wiped the sweat from her forehead, sighed, and murmured to herself, "If this continues, I'm afraid it will delay Her Majesty the Queen's plan..."
The bright moonlight passed through the window and fell on her blood-red eyes.
"Robert Hilliard, I remember that name..."
...
Thousands of miles away, in the ancestral home of an ordinary wizarding family in Southampton.
Robert Hilliard himself, who had just spent Christmas at home, turned over in bed, smacked his mouth twice, and fell into a deep sleep.
In the warm dream, he was delivering a speech to a row of new Ravenclaw students. It was a welcome speech that he had prepared for a long time.
...
Glenn, of course, knew nothing about this. He leaned quietly on the bed, and the moment when the green light struck came to mind again.
At that moment, he truly felt the feeling of death approaching.
The evil aura wrapped in the green light seemed to still linger on the tip of his nose, like the smell of death approaching step by step.
Slow but firm.
This is a feeling that can't be experienced at all in books.
Facing the killing curse directly is a feeling of powerlessness that touches the soul, and even the thought of resistance is impossible.
From this point of view, although Cedric Diggory is considered one of the best genius students at Hogwarts, he is still an underage wizard who has not experienced the test of life and death.
It's no surprise that he was easily killed by Wormtail's "Avada Kedavra".
Even Glenn himself, who narrowly escaped death, only relied on a bug-like ability to flash.
With a wave of fear, Glenn reviewed the entire process of tonight again, showing a slightly doubtful look.
Based on his character who has experienced severe beatings from society, it stands to reason that he should just hide and call for support.
Even looking back now, he didn't feel like he should have taken the risk and stayed in the lounge.
But something happened before...
Suddenly, he recalled the inexplicable strange feeling the moment the firewhiskey entered his stomach.
In the words of the original work.
"It gave him feeling again in the burning, something akin to courage."
courage...
God is so brave...
Glenn was furious for a while. To put it bluntly, isn't this thing the boss?
The old man was indeed right, wine is like a bone scraper...
This knife almost took his life away.
Quit drinking!Gotta stop drinking!
This is the 10086th time in his two lives that he has made up his mind.
Glenn rubbed his curly hair vigorously, vented his dissatisfaction with his drinking, and then continued to think.
In a short period of time, unless you find a way to defeat the enemy with one move, you may be able to temporarily hide your flash ability.
Although this is an instant skill, there is a cooling time, and the sound and light effects are too obvious, which may attract Patricia's attention.
At that time, not only will it flash, but even the ability of the Disguise Magus will be exposed.
Hilliard was not in school at this time, and Patricia could quickly confirm that the person tonight was not him as long as she inquired a little.
By then, unless she was a fool who couldn't bend her brain, she would have guessed that the troublemaker was a Metamorphmagus.
Glenn believed that Qiu would not betray him, but decided to remind her in a subtle way tomorrow, just in case.
"Too weak, too few cards. It's too difficult for me..."
Glenn grimaced and let out a long sigh.
It was only a matter of time before he clashed with that woman again, and finding a new trump card was the most important task at the moment.
Although she has accumulated a lot of friendship now, wanting to quickly rise to Patricia's level is tantamount to wishful thinking.
Milestones are also not very stable, and I don’t know when I will get the next reward.
The only way left was to prostitute Dumbledore for nothing.
Glenn didn't hesitate much and decided to go find the principal early tomorrow morning.
First, let’s report on tonight’s situation, and second, let’s see if we can get anything good out of it.
"At least I am protecting the students of Hogwarts..." he thought to himself, "After taking such a big risk, it's not too much to ask Dumbledore for a life-saving trump card, right?"
After making his decision, Glenn gently waved his wand and extinguished the candle on the bedside.
After drinking and almost dying, he was already exhausted physically and mentally. As soon as he relaxed his spirit, he could no longer hold on and immediately fell into a deep sleep.
Like tonight.
If it were a normal person, when encountering the sleepwalking Hilliard, his first reaction would definitely be to run away to avoid alerting the enemy.
At least that's what Glenn himself envisioned.
But on the other hand, Patricia actually planned to knock him out directly and then continue to implement the original plan. This was a huge difference.
Not to mention the subsequent Killing Curse.
If it were Glenn himself, even if it was too late to modify the other party's memory, he would definitely choose the Imperius Curse.
After all, eating a big melon is satisfying for a while, but it will definitely cause an uproar in Hogwarts, and it will more easily affect subsequent plans.
He sighed and put himself into Patricia's perspective as much as possible, but he still couldn't figure out the purpose of this killing curse.
As expected, the dark wizard's thoughts cannot be inferred using common sense...
But having said that, this woman is too vicious-hearted. She will kill her at the slightest disagreement. She is simply a time bomb hidden in Hogwarts.
How about finding an opportunity and just flashing out and backstabbing to send him away...
Glenn thought bitterly and picked up his wand.
Fire spell plus transfiguration equals the joy of fire.
He watched a flaming dagger appear out of thin air in his hand, and his mind turned over and over again.
Eliminating this time bomb directly from the source is undoubtedly the best choice, but...
He seemed to see Morgana's firm eyes that touched him again.
I must save her...
If you don't go back, you don't go back.
Glenn pinched his eyebrows and felt worried.
According to Dumbledore, Patricia was not a self-destructive dark wizard.
Unlike the twisted Dark Lord, she is just an innocent curse-breaker whose memory and judgment have been suppressed.
Glenn knew that he was not a decisive and ruthless big shot, he could even be said to be a little indecisive.
If he really wanted to eradicate Patricia, even if he didn't consider Morgana's feelings, he might not even be able to pass his own level.
...
Meanwhile, in the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's bedroom.
There is a faint dark red smoke.
Patricia, who had returned, was slumped in an armchair, her eyes closed tightly, and the veins on her slender neck appeared, as if she was enduring great pain.
After a long time, the red mist dissipated, and she suddenly opened her eyes. A substantial murderous aura dispersed and gradually disappeared in the air.
"This damn desire to kill is becoming increasingly difficult to suppress." She wiped the sweat from her forehead, sighed, and murmured to herself, "If this continues, I'm afraid it will delay Her Majesty the Queen's plan..."
The bright moonlight passed through the window and fell on her blood-red eyes.
"Robert Hilliard, I remember that name..."
...
Thousands of miles away, in the ancestral home of an ordinary wizarding family in Southampton.
Robert Hilliard himself, who had just spent Christmas at home, turned over in bed, smacked his mouth twice, and fell into a deep sleep.
In the warm dream, he was delivering a speech to a row of new Ravenclaw students. It was a welcome speech that he had prepared for a long time.
...
Glenn, of course, knew nothing about this. He leaned quietly on the bed, and the moment when the green light struck came to mind again.
At that moment, he truly felt the feeling of death approaching.
The evil aura wrapped in the green light seemed to still linger on the tip of his nose, like the smell of death approaching step by step.
Slow but firm.
This is a feeling that can't be experienced at all in books.
Facing the killing curse directly is a feeling of powerlessness that touches the soul, and even the thought of resistance is impossible.
From this point of view, although Cedric Diggory is considered one of the best genius students at Hogwarts, he is still an underage wizard who has not experienced the test of life and death.
It's no surprise that he was easily killed by Wormtail's "Avada Kedavra".
Even Glenn himself, who narrowly escaped death, only relied on a bug-like ability to flash.
With a wave of fear, Glenn reviewed the entire process of tonight again, showing a slightly doubtful look.
Based on his character who has experienced severe beatings from society, it stands to reason that he should just hide and call for support.
Even looking back now, he didn't feel like he should have taken the risk and stayed in the lounge.
But something happened before...
Suddenly, he recalled the inexplicable strange feeling the moment the firewhiskey entered his stomach.
In the words of the original work.
"It gave him feeling again in the burning, something akin to courage."
courage...
God is so brave...
Glenn was furious for a while. To put it bluntly, isn't this thing the boss?
The old man was indeed right, wine is like a bone scraper...
This knife almost took his life away.
Quit drinking!Gotta stop drinking!
This is the 10086th time in his two lives that he has made up his mind.
Glenn rubbed his curly hair vigorously, vented his dissatisfaction with his drinking, and then continued to think.
In a short period of time, unless you find a way to defeat the enemy with one move, you may be able to temporarily hide your flash ability.
Although this is an instant skill, there is a cooling time, and the sound and light effects are too obvious, which may attract Patricia's attention.
At that time, not only will it flash, but even the ability of the Disguise Magus will be exposed.
Hilliard was not in school at this time, and Patricia could quickly confirm that the person tonight was not him as long as she inquired a little.
By then, unless she was a fool who couldn't bend her brain, she would have guessed that the troublemaker was a Metamorphmagus.
Glenn believed that Qiu would not betray him, but decided to remind her in a subtle way tomorrow, just in case.
"Too weak, too few cards. It's too difficult for me..."
Glenn grimaced and let out a long sigh.
It was only a matter of time before he clashed with that woman again, and finding a new trump card was the most important task at the moment.
Although she has accumulated a lot of friendship now, wanting to quickly rise to Patricia's level is tantamount to wishful thinking.
Milestones are also not very stable, and I don’t know when I will get the next reward.
The only way left was to prostitute Dumbledore for nothing.
Glenn didn't hesitate much and decided to go find the principal early tomorrow morning.
First, let’s report on tonight’s situation, and second, let’s see if we can get anything good out of it.
"At least I am protecting the students of Hogwarts..." he thought to himself, "After taking such a big risk, it's not too much to ask Dumbledore for a life-saving trump card, right?"
After making his decision, Glenn gently waved his wand and extinguished the candle on the bedside.
After drinking and almost dying, he was already exhausted physically and mentally. As soon as he relaxed his spirit, he could no longer hold on and immediately fell into a deep sleep.
