Chapter 282 Change
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Hong Ri Zhang Wei Luo
Hermione's whole body went numb.
It wasn't because Neville's transformed image was beautiful, but because the subsequent development was beyond her expectation.
Sum it up in one sentence.
Neville went on a killing spree and pushed the Hidden Dragon Sect flat.
Good guy.
Hermione called him a good guy.
In just one night, both Neville and Jack became ruthless characters who killed people without blinking an eye.
Although……
It must be admitted that there are no good people among the Qianlong Sect members.
And their crimes are too numerous to describe.
But that should also be handled by law enforcement, right?
Instead of getting your hands full of blood.
Hermione couldn't understand it.
Until the Qianlong Sect was destroyed in the fire, she could not turn around.
How did this develop into this?
Such thoughts occupied her entire brain, so much so that she ignored the shock of master and disciple Tianji.
In a confused state, he was sent back to the station by Tianji.
Just when she wanted to rest, she finally woke up.
No, I have to ask clearly!
With this thought in mind, she ran to find Neville.
As Jack's carefully cultivated friend, Neville has a separate room in the temporary residence.
Compared to those wizards crowded into a four-person room, the conditions are much better.
No nonsense, just knock on the door.
"Neville!" Hermione shouted, "Open the door! I want to ask you something!"
Hermione made a lot of noise.
But no one pays attention here.
The wizards were doing civil work every day, and their energy was exhausted. They really fell asleep on the bed.
Where can we manage so much.
Hermione didn't have to shout many times before the door opened.
What appeared in the field of vision was a beautiful appearance.
It was Neville in Animagus state.
Transformed into a girl, she is not only stunning at first glance, but also has a special charm that makes her look better and better the more she looks at her.
Hermione was a little frightened.
I saw Neville naturally tucking the hair on his face behind his ears: "Hermione? What's wrong?"
Her voice was gentle.
"I..." Hermione felt a little uncomfortable. It took her a while before she mustered up the courage, "I have something I want to ask clearly."
"Okay, what is it? Do you want to come in and talk?" Neville extended his hand to invite.
Hermione hesitated.
There are differences between men and women. Wouldn't it be nice to enter a boy's room in the middle of the night?
However, Neville is not a boy now...
So, no problem?
"What's wrong?" Neville looked at her doubtfully.
"Nothing." Hermione shook her head and strode into the room.
The lights in the room are on.
You can clearly see the interior layout.
In fact, as the residence was just built, the interior decoration of all the rooms is basically the same.
They all maintain the original color of the cement walls, and are matched with some necessary furniture such as beds, tables, cabinets, chairs, etc.
Nothing special.
Hermione's eyes only scanned the room before settling on Neville.
"Do you want water? Or juice? Or milk? Coffee?" Neville closed the door and walked to the table. "I suggest you not drink coffee, otherwise you won't be able to sleep tonight."
Hermione was a little surprised when she heard Neville's joke.
"What? Don't you want to drink?" Facing Hermione's gaze, Neville just smiled, picked up the cup on the side, and poured milk for himself, "If you don't want to drink it, I will drink it."
After saying that, he winked mischievously at Hermione.
To be honest, Hermione was stunned.
Neville's current image is both beautiful and vivid.
There was no sign of discomfort at all.
As if she was meant to be.
No no no.
Hermione shook her head quickly.
She came here to see Neville, not to see how accustomed Neville was to being a woman.
"I want to ask you a few questions." Hermione finally got down to business, "I hope you can answer me. If you don't want to answer, just say you don't want to answer. Don't fool me with lies."
"Why are you talking so seriously?" Neville was a little curious.
"Promise me first that you will only tell me the truth." Hermione looked serious.
"Okay, okay, I only tell the truth. If you can't answer, just say you don't want to answer." Neville obeyed, "So, can you tell me? What is it?"
"What I want to ask is..." Hermione's mind was filled with questions, but she couldn't grasp the main point for a while.
She thought for a while before asking: "You killed someone, don't you feel anything?"
He even drank milk carelessly and joked.
Is this normal?
"How do you feel?" Neville put away the smile on his face, "It's just getting rid of some bad guys. If I have to say how I feel, I can only say that I feel a little happy?"
Neville said that, but with the serious look on her face, Hermione couldn't tell whether it was true or not.
This still requires Neville not to tell lies.
"You ask this, do you think I did something wrong?" Neville asked, "Do you think those people don't deserve to die? Don't you see what kind of place that is?"
After Jack killed Hualong Zhenren, the group walked back along the road.
Go deep into the Qianlong Sect.
Such as the disciples' dormitory, the practice place, the library, the alchemy, the master's bedroom, the sect's forbidden area, etc., and walked around them all.
Along the way, they saw too many scenes that could only be seen in hell.
It's like a person's limbs have been cut off and sewn together with the limbs of an insect.
Or the heart was ripped out and replaced with another person's head.
Or the human body is used as a seedbed for cultivating poisonous insects, or as a tool for producing insect eggs.
Some of these victims were Muggles, and many appeared to be wizards.
Among them, the wizard's encounter is the most terrible.
Their bodies often have large areas of damage, and they don't know what's going on.
The only thing that was certain was that both wizards and Muggles were dead.
There is no doubt that people from the Qianlong Sect are the ones who ruined living people like this.
In this case, what's wrong with eliminating all the Qianlong Sect members?
"You don't want to say that a person like that will not be punished by death, right?" Neville narrowed his eyes and stared at Hermione.
His tone also became unkind.
"No, no." Hermione waved her hands repeatedly, "I just think...maybe...it's not suitable for us to take action..."
She was at a loss for words.
As a Gryffindor college bully, he didn't know how to express his thoughts.
"Maybe uh... we can ask the Aurors to capture them." She hesitated.
"Then what? Imprisoned in Azkaban at the least? Execution at the worst?"
Neville thought it was ridiculous.
"I ask you again, are they guilty enough to die?
If you think so, then I think there is nothing to discuss about this issue.
If you think they must die in order to comfort the victim, then Auror killing is also killing, and I am killing, so why should Auror make a special trip? "
"It seems like this..." Hermione held her head.
She's a little confused.
"You should actually go to Jack for this kind of problem."
Neville waved his hand, as if chasing people away.
"Forget it, go back and talk to him first. If you still don't understand, come to me again."
Hermione was silent.
After a while, seeing that Neville still didn't want to communicate with her, she sighed.
"I'm sorry, I...I'm going back to sort things out. I...tonight...is too confusing."
After Hermione finished speaking, she stood up and walked to the door.
I just opened the door and wanted to leave.
At this moment, Neville's voice came from behind.
"Did I ever say..."
Looking back, he saw Neville with a calm face and a dark glint in his eyes.
"She died in my arms."
It wasn't because Neville's transformed image was beautiful, but because the subsequent development was beyond her expectation.
Sum it up in one sentence.
Neville went on a killing spree and pushed the Hidden Dragon Sect flat.
Good guy.
Hermione called him a good guy.
In just one night, both Neville and Jack became ruthless characters who killed people without blinking an eye.
Although……
It must be admitted that there are no good people among the Qianlong Sect members.
And their crimes are too numerous to describe.
But that should also be handled by law enforcement, right?
Instead of getting your hands full of blood.
Hermione couldn't understand it.
Until the Qianlong Sect was destroyed in the fire, she could not turn around.
How did this develop into this?
Such thoughts occupied her entire brain, so much so that she ignored the shock of master and disciple Tianji.
In a confused state, he was sent back to the station by Tianji.
Just when she wanted to rest, she finally woke up.
No, I have to ask clearly!
With this thought in mind, she ran to find Neville.
As Jack's carefully cultivated friend, Neville has a separate room in the temporary residence.
Compared to those wizards crowded into a four-person room, the conditions are much better.
No nonsense, just knock on the door.
"Neville!" Hermione shouted, "Open the door! I want to ask you something!"
Hermione made a lot of noise.
But no one pays attention here.
The wizards were doing civil work every day, and their energy was exhausted. They really fell asleep on the bed.
Where can we manage so much.
Hermione didn't have to shout many times before the door opened.
What appeared in the field of vision was a beautiful appearance.
It was Neville in Animagus state.
Transformed into a girl, she is not only stunning at first glance, but also has a special charm that makes her look better and better the more she looks at her.
Hermione was a little frightened.
I saw Neville naturally tucking the hair on his face behind his ears: "Hermione? What's wrong?"
Her voice was gentle.
"I..." Hermione felt a little uncomfortable. It took her a while before she mustered up the courage, "I have something I want to ask clearly."
"Okay, what is it? Do you want to come in and talk?" Neville extended his hand to invite.
Hermione hesitated.
There are differences between men and women. Wouldn't it be nice to enter a boy's room in the middle of the night?
However, Neville is not a boy now...
So, no problem?
"What's wrong?" Neville looked at her doubtfully.
"Nothing." Hermione shook her head and strode into the room.
The lights in the room are on.
You can clearly see the interior layout.
In fact, as the residence was just built, the interior decoration of all the rooms is basically the same.
They all maintain the original color of the cement walls, and are matched with some necessary furniture such as beds, tables, cabinets, chairs, etc.
Nothing special.
Hermione's eyes only scanned the room before settling on Neville.
"Do you want water? Or juice? Or milk? Coffee?" Neville closed the door and walked to the table. "I suggest you not drink coffee, otherwise you won't be able to sleep tonight."
Hermione was a little surprised when she heard Neville's joke.
"What? Don't you want to drink?" Facing Hermione's gaze, Neville just smiled, picked up the cup on the side, and poured milk for himself, "If you don't want to drink it, I will drink it."
After saying that, he winked mischievously at Hermione.
To be honest, Hermione was stunned.
Neville's current image is both beautiful and vivid.
There was no sign of discomfort at all.
As if she was meant to be.
No no no.
Hermione shook her head quickly.
She came here to see Neville, not to see how accustomed Neville was to being a woman.
"I want to ask you a few questions." Hermione finally got down to business, "I hope you can answer me. If you don't want to answer, just say you don't want to answer. Don't fool me with lies."
"Why are you talking so seriously?" Neville was a little curious.
"Promise me first that you will only tell me the truth." Hermione looked serious.
"Okay, okay, I only tell the truth. If you can't answer, just say you don't want to answer." Neville obeyed, "So, can you tell me? What is it?"
"What I want to ask is..." Hermione's mind was filled with questions, but she couldn't grasp the main point for a while.
She thought for a while before asking: "You killed someone, don't you feel anything?"
He even drank milk carelessly and joked.
Is this normal?
"How do you feel?" Neville put away the smile on his face, "It's just getting rid of some bad guys. If I have to say how I feel, I can only say that I feel a little happy?"
Neville said that, but with the serious look on her face, Hermione couldn't tell whether it was true or not.
This still requires Neville not to tell lies.
"You ask this, do you think I did something wrong?" Neville asked, "Do you think those people don't deserve to die? Don't you see what kind of place that is?"
After Jack killed Hualong Zhenren, the group walked back along the road.
Go deep into the Qianlong Sect.
Such as the disciples' dormitory, the practice place, the library, the alchemy, the master's bedroom, the sect's forbidden area, etc., and walked around them all.
Along the way, they saw too many scenes that could only be seen in hell.
It's like a person's limbs have been cut off and sewn together with the limbs of an insect.
Or the heart was ripped out and replaced with another person's head.
Or the human body is used as a seedbed for cultivating poisonous insects, or as a tool for producing insect eggs.
Some of these victims were Muggles, and many appeared to be wizards.
Among them, the wizard's encounter is the most terrible.
Their bodies often have large areas of damage, and they don't know what's going on.
The only thing that was certain was that both wizards and Muggles were dead.
There is no doubt that people from the Qianlong Sect are the ones who ruined living people like this.
In this case, what's wrong with eliminating all the Qianlong Sect members?
"You don't want to say that a person like that will not be punished by death, right?" Neville narrowed his eyes and stared at Hermione.
His tone also became unkind.
"No, no." Hermione waved her hands repeatedly, "I just think...maybe...it's not suitable for us to take action..."
She was at a loss for words.
As a Gryffindor college bully, he didn't know how to express his thoughts.
"Maybe uh... we can ask the Aurors to capture them." She hesitated.
"Then what? Imprisoned in Azkaban at the least? Execution at the worst?"
Neville thought it was ridiculous.
"I ask you again, are they guilty enough to die?
If you think so, then I think there is nothing to discuss about this issue.
If you think they must die in order to comfort the victim, then Auror killing is also killing, and I am killing, so why should Auror make a special trip? "
"It seems like this..." Hermione held her head.
She's a little confused.
"You should actually go to Jack for this kind of problem."
Neville waved his hand, as if chasing people away.
"Forget it, go back and talk to him first. If you still don't understand, come to me again."
Hermione was silent.
After a while, seeing that Neville still didn't want to communicate with her, she sighed.
"I'm sorry, I...I'm going back to sort things out. I...tonight...is too confusing."
After Hermione finished speaking, she stood up and walked to the door.
I just opened the door and wanted to leave.
At this moment, Neville's voice came from behind.
"Did I ever say..."
Looking back, he saw Neville with a calm face and a dark glint in his eyes.
"She died in my arms."
