When Harry and Ron found the right way to enter the House of Request, it happened that the mist of Yugchan once again spread out greedily and endlessly like the ambition of the Forty Thieves.

Under the cover of the fog, the Slytherin little snakes did not realize that they were behind two uninvited guests.

"Click!"

He tiptoedly closed the door, and Ron opened his mouth in shock as soon as he turned his head.

Tall and short, the students of all grades in Slytherin are almost there. They are standing on the huge circular stairs, the stairs are staggered high and short, like the Colosseum in ancient Rome.

The dense fog is like Charon who attracts the soul, surrounds everyone, kind and greedy, they can't see their faces clearly, and they are looming.

Ron swallowed that saliva, it really was evil Slytherin, they...

Harry dragged Ron, who was in a daze, behind a certain step.

As an on-the-spot player, the more dangerous the situation, the stronger Harry's overall strength. The first time he came in, he began to hide, and by the way he dragged Ron, who was in a daze.

"Don't froze."

Harry said to Ron with his mouth.

The latter suddenly realized.

That's right, so many evil Slytherins, once one spotted them, Ron shivered, and then just about to speak, Harry, who knew him too well, pressed his mouth.

Ron: ..

Suddenly, Ron realized that he was a little too idiot... He stared at Harry, and Harry stared at him too, the two of them staring at each other with small and small eyes.

Of course, in fact Harry didn't know what to do.

With so many Slytherins, let alone the senior students in the fifth and sixth grades, they can't deal with them at all.

But the brave Gryffindor will never regret it, courage will make them face everything bravely.

Ron's gaze gradually strengthened. He picked up the second-hand worn wand in his sleeve. The wand was marked with marks, which was a trace of time left by the Weasley family, but at this moment, it is more than just a worn wand. , It is more faith and courage.

It was the lightsaber in the hands of the Jedi, and it was the most brilliant lighting technique in Mrs. Gan Dao's life. Ron seemed to be a Skywalker. He turned his head in silence and said slowly to the surprised Harry.

"What is the spell of the Disarming Curse?"

Harry resisted and didn't roll his eyes.

At that moment, he saw Ron being so tragic, and thought he was going to rush out to fight.

"Except for your weapons!"

"It turns out to be a weapon except you."

Ron talked about himself in his mouth, thinking that he already knew.

There are many people in Slytherin, but he is not afraid. As long as he and Harry move fast enough, they can seize their wands, then hide, seize, hide, and seize...

But when Ron was thinking about the battle plan in his mind, Harry was taken aback.

Because although this voice sounds like him, he didn't speak at all!

"Boom!"

The next moment, Harry shook his body and lay directly on the ground, because a beam of red light almost flew past his scalp and sank into the wall not far away.

"What happened?"

Ron panicked after realizing it, he thought the two had been found.

But Harry realized that something was wrong.

Slytherin did not notice them, the red luster was not a spell, but some strange illusions seemed to float around.

Between the misty clouds and the clouds, the second prophecy has arrived.

………………

"Harry! Look!"

Ron stared forward, his eyes rounded, and he tugged Harry.

"I saw."

The latter is also intently.

At this point they don't have to hide and hide, because illusions also have sounds. If they weren't allowed to walk through the wall at will, they would look like real.

"what are these?"

Realizing that it didn't seem that Slytherin found himself, Ron's courage gradually grew. These Slytherins were also looking at these illusions, as if this was their purpose of gathering.

Although Ron and Harry are a little bit naive occasionally, they are not really stupid. Besides, there are many familiar existences in the picture.

"Is that the Quidditch field?"

As a Quidditch athlete, Harry is no stranger to the field. Although it is near the suspension bridge outside the Quidditch field, he still recognizes it.

"That's... Neville?"

But looking at the people on the screen, Harry was a little unsure.

The person on the screen does look like Neville, but he looks too big, like a magician who used Neville as a prop to perform a big change, and accidentally took the black cloth into a time burden.

As soon as the burden was lifted, Neville's painstakingly practiced dance steps waited for seventy years.

Together with Harry, who was Gryffindor classmate, it was so difficult to recognize, not to mention the group of snakes in Slytherin. They hadn’t realized that this was Quidditch’s field, even if Charles had said it was Prophecy about the future.

Fortunately, this time Charles has an explanation.

"Are you worried about the Dark Lord?"

"He is a problem, but not a big problem."

Charles's voice sounded a little lazy, he blew again, and the rich memory thinking instantly spread out from the pipe into smoke, and the picture became more agile.

"This is Neville Longbottom."

"I believe some of you should know him."

"what?!"

There was a commotion among Slytherin's little snakes, most of them Harry's same-year students, and Draco's voice appeared the loudest.

Although the future Neville may not be called handsome, it is still much better than it looks now. At least he has no introverted shy and crying temperament, and has become very calm.

"Really Neville?!"

Ron was also taken aback.

They were hiding behind the steps, but they could hear the voice. Harry looked down and tried to find Shire. Charles called his few friends. Harry was too familiar with Shire’s voice, let alone he was in Slater. Lin has only Charles an acquaintance.

The picture changes rapidly.

Soon ~lightnovelpub.net~ Numerous werewolves seemed to be surging parallel, coming from a distance, howling, roaring, and rushing towards the Quidditch stadium where Neville seemed to be alone.

"Navi!"

When Harry became nervous subconsciously, the picture did suddenly turn again.

"You all guess that the Dark Lord will return eventually. Congratulations, that's it."

The picture came to a gloomy wooden house. At the gesture of a man without a nose, the giant python madly attacked another person until his death.

"That is.."

Draco was pale.

"It's the dean!"

"It's Professor Snape!"

This time, almost all the Slytherin snakes present recognized Snape because this was their dean, the potions professor at Hogwarts.