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There are not a few people who want to follow Neville to check the situation.

But Neville ended up picking only a few senior D.A. members, including Ron and the boy whose teeth he had knocked out earlier.

Several people stepped on the whirling moon shadow all the way to the front corridor.

And just as they approached, bursts of rhythmic clapping and faint wailing entered their ears.

This made the expressions of several people ugly, and the sound reminded them of something bad, and the steps under their feet became messy and fast.

Finally, as the terrifying voice became clearer and clearer, several people approached the half-closed wooden door.

Neville moved cautiously, leaning against the wall and looking into the gap in the door.

I saw that in the small stairwell, a huge voice was lying on the ground and constantly swaying.

Accompanied by his every movement, crisp slaps and weak wailing sounds rhythmically sounded from under him.

Neville tried hard to find the real source of the sound, only to realize that, between the movements, a few strands of blond hair were trembling on the ground, and further down, the long slender arms were weakening. Buttoned the brick seam on the ground.

It was a fair, slender, beautiful arm.

But at this moment, the fingers at the end of the arm are already bloody.

Looking at that arm, Neville felt that his heart seemed to stop beating, and his mind went blank, only the scarlet claw marks were still flashing before his eyes.

His eyes shrank suddenly, his mouth was slightly open, hot, as if the air with sparks was spit out from his mouth.

And together with it, there was a deafening roar:

"You bastard!"

boom--

A fiery scarlet beam shot out from the tip of Neville's staff, shattering the wooden door to ashes, and slammed into the black shadow on the ground.

The next moment, the huge black shadow on the ground was still struggling to move for a while, but with a strange agile movement, he pulled out his wand, and with a backhand, the attacking Disarming Curse was dispelled.

The air wave caused by the explosion of the magic spell lifted the hood that he had dropped due to the 'sports' earlier, revealing the ugly fat face hidden inside.

The pair of turbid eyes stared straight at Neville and the others, with a bit of surprise on his face at first, but soon a smirk appeared on the corner of his mouth and said:

"Ah, it's another group of little devils who have thrown themselves into the net, you guys are here..."

Before the hooded man could finish speaking, several spells of different colors struck again.

And this time, it was Ron and the others who had just reacted from the terrifying scene in front of him.

"...just right!"

As the last word sprang out of the hooded mouth, a translucent gray light flashed from the tip of his staff, forming a light shield in an instant, and the incoming spell bounced back.

Ron and the others looked serious. The training they had undergone in the DA army made them instinctively want to fly and roll to avoid them, but the speed of the magic spell that bounced back was actually a few points faster than where they were launched. There is no way to dodge.

At the critical moment, Neville slammed in front of several people, and the same armor protection curse flashed, blocking the incoming curse.

"Be careful, this guy just started using a curse, not a simple thing, using a triangle formation!"

Neville's roar finally made the panicked Ron and the others react.

They quickly formed a triangle with Neville at the center, and raised their wands again.

The next moment, the sensual magic used in a large number of feints, mixed with a little body-shattering spell that condensed into reality, attacked the hooded man.

However, the huge and fat hooded man on the opposite side showed agility beyond everyone's comprehension.

I saw him walking around in the barrage composed of magic spells, waving his wand from time to time, blocking the magic spell that was almost certain to hit after another blow, his movements were smooth and relaxed, and he even said with a smile:

"What's the point of this? You guys are going to die anyway, so why don't you let me enjoy before you die, hee hee!"

The hooded man raised his wand with a grin.

And this time, what erupted from the tip of his staff was no longer a gray light for blocking, but a green light that symbolized death!

"The curse of life-threatening, disperse quickly!"

Neville roared furiously, desperately trying to block the spell.

But that was too late.

I saw that green light smashed the magic barrage like lightning, branded an afterimage on Neville's retina, and then etched it on the chest of a man beside Neville, knocking him out.

"Puff-"

The body fell to the ground, setting off a puff of smoke.

Neville rushed over like crazy, poured out all the potion in his arms, and stuffed it into the man's mouth.

However, this is completely useless.

Because the light of life in the eyes of the other party has long since faded.

The hooded man did not take this opportunity to attack, but waved his arms and laughed:

"Hey, won't he just die like this? I kept my hand on purpose, and I only used 30% of my magic power to leave him behind and torture him to death. Why is he so fragile!"

Neville's movements froze.

He slowly got up, tilted his head and looked at the hooded man, his eyes flashing blood.

Behind him, dense figures are shouting and approaching quickly.

That was Hermione and the others who came to support after hearing the movement here.

The smile on the corner of the hooded man's mouth disappeared.

He could feel the deep-rooted killing intent from Neville's body, but it didn't really matter to him.

His whole life was spent in killing.

It had nothing to do with his profession, he wasn't an Auror, he wasn't a hitman, he just liked to enjoy the wailing of other people's pain and the wonderful taste of that hot blood gushing out.

The ongoing insurrection in the French wizarding world was undoubtedly an **** for him.

And the reason why he appeared here is only because he played too much in the 'Carnival' and was caught.

But that doesn't matter.

As long as you can continue your 'happiness', the location doesn't matter at all.

So Neville's killing intent is really nothing.

He'd seen more hateful looks and murderous intent, but those were part of his joy, and Neville's gaze, in a way, only made him feel more excited.

What really made him suddenly 'dignified' was actually the approaching Gryffindors behind Neville.

He could feel that the strength of this group of students was not strong.

But this number is too much, right?

Ant Duo killed the elephant, and even the most powerful legendary wizard Grindelwald would be besieged and defeated by the Magic Congress of the United States, let alone him?

So after just a little observation of the number of opponents, he has already decided to retreat first.

But this is only temporary.

Next, he will follow these students all the way, until they relax...

Hey-hey--

Just thinking about the scene at that time made the hooded man tremble with excitement.

He slowly retreated towards the wall behind him. He possessed family magic. As long as he could get there, he could turn into a shadow and get into the wall to retreat first.

This magic has helped him out of danger countless times, although not long ago it was cracked by the shadow man who always had a sympathetic smile on his face.

But it shouldn't be a problem to deal with these hairy boys.

The hooded man was thinking about it, but found that there was a tug on his calf, and he was pulling him firmly so that he could not continue to step back.

He looked down in surprise, and saw a **** hand firmly grasping his ankle.

And the owner of the **** hand, the almost inhuman girl who had been ravaged by him, was staring at him with almost swollen, invisible eyes.

The hooded man couldn't help licking his mouth and said silently in his heart:

'Do you miss me? It's okay, I'll be back soon! ’

What he liked most in his life was a young girl. The other party's delicate skin and smooth hair always reminded him of the past.

Especially the girl in front of her is the best.

The only downside is probably that it's a little older, it would be better if it were younger.

Thinking of this, he grinned and shook his calf, trying to shake the **** hand away so that he could retreat as soon as possible.

To the surprise of the hooded man, he couldn't shake the girl's hand away.

He did not believe in evil and increased his strength.

However, this time, even though the girl's body had been vacated by the force, the **** hand was still firmly grasping his ankle, preventing him from taking a step back.

The man in the hood didn't understand, this girl was already about to lose her consciousness, where did she get so much power?

With hatred in his heart, he quickly raised his wand, ready to chop off the girl's hand.

But at this moment, a howling wind suddenly swept in.

When the hooded man raised his head, his vision was completely shrouded in red light.

He instinctively wanted to block.

He did indeed succeed in making the move.

But this time the gathered red glow far exceeded the limit he could bear, directly breaking through his defense and smashing the wand in his hand into the air.

Then Neville and the others, who had assembled not far away, recited the spell again.

A dense barrage shot out again, and the huge body of the hooded man collapsed.

"Quick, quick! Go to a team to get him under control! Go to another team to treat the wounded!"

Hermione shouted loudly.

The people behind him didn't care about enjoying the joy of defeating the powerful enemy just now, and hurriedly rushed towards the girl and the hooded man according to the order. The remaining few people were guarding the hooded man. Next to the corpse of the boy hit with the Life Sucking Charm.

Neville was among them.

Staring at the boy's pale face, Neville felt a stabbing pain in his heart like a needle.

The boy who died was named Wade.

A seventh grader who was supposed to graduate this year.

Neville remembered him as a rather gloomy man, always alone, not talking much, not laughing much, and not much liked.

After all these years, Neville had only seen his smile at the D.A. rally that had been done sneakily.

This is extremely rare for a Gryffindor.

And today, he died here and never had the chance to graduate.

Neville took a deep breath, got up and walked towards the stairwell.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw the girl lying on the ground.

The other party has changed beyond recognition, and Neville wouldn't even recognize her gender if there were no obvious features exposed.

The rest of the place is even more unbearable, and Neville just glanced at it and turned his head away.

But the image of the group of girls who had learned healing from Madam Pomfrey was crying and helping her put some long things back into her body, but it was deeply imprinted in his mind.

To be honest, one miserable word alone can't describe the girl's situation, but Neville couldn't find a word with a deeper meaning than "miserable".

So he remained silent, only the hand gripping the wand tightened.

Neville also knew the girl.

The characteristic is the butterfly-shaped hairpin pinned to the opponent's head.

The shape of the hairpin is very twisted and not good-looking at all. It is estimated that only the girl named Lani will wear it in the entire Hogwarts.

Rani is beautiful.

She is the kind of girl who is pretty and can dress up.

And the character is quite... wild, bold.

This got her a lot of trouble.

More than once, Neville had heard other girls get together and talk secretly about Rani, saying she was coquettish and that sort of thing.

And these words once reached Rani's ears.

Then those who gossip are often punished by Rani with the old fist.

It's a pity that the fist could not stop the dissemination of the message, so until now when she is in seventh grade, she has become the most personal image in the mouths of others.

There was no doubt that Rani had been wronged, Neville was convinced.

Because Rani was a rare person who was willing to treat him with an equal attitude when Neville was in a quagmire of inferiority.

The question now is, why did Rani show up here in the middle of the night?

Seems to have sensed Neville's doubts~lightnovelpub.net~ A girl who was helping Rani clean up choked up and said:

"Rani...poor Rani? Didn't you go on a date with Joseph? Why are you lying here alone? That coward... did the coward leave you and run away?"

"He didn't run away."

Neville's voice suddenly sounded, startling the girl.

"He's a hero."

Neville spoke again, then pointed at Rani on the ground.

Only then did the girl realize that Rani's swollen, almost invisible eyes were kept open.

Looking up along Rani's line of sight, he saw that on the high ceiling, there was a rope hanging down the boy's body, swaying gently with the evening wind.

The corpse of the young man was even more horrific than Rani's. It had almost been shaved into a blood-colored human stick, and his neck was crooked due to the restraint of the thick rope. Only a pair of big-eyed bosses stared at Rani.

Two lines of blood and tears were falling from those silent eyes.

The Hooded Man had no reason to leave the fresh and delicious Rani from enjoying it, and instead went to torture and kill this young man named Joseph first.

But Joseph is now what he is now.

Then the truth of the matter is already obvious.

Joseph, as a barrier to protect Rani, fought to the last minute.

"call--"

Neville took a deep breath, ignoring the girl who was crying even more because of the discovery of Joseph's body, and turned her head and walked in the direction of the Hooded Man.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Neville raised his wand as the distance between them got closer.

On the tip of the cane, a hazy green light is gradually flashing...