Chapter 247: Attack

"Where are you taking me?"

"What?" Harry raised his head in confusion. His expression was a little dazed because of Hagrid's experience. Buckbeak was dead, but there was nothing they could do.

The night had gradually climbed up to the other half of the sky over Hogwarts, and in contrast to the setting sun, the entire sky became clear.

However, the afterglow of the setting sun is just the afterglow after all. It is old and weak, and even a little lifeless. Fanlin can clearly see that the originally clear boundaries are gradually being infected and assimilated by the night, just like maggots on the tarsus. Eat away the last afterglow bit by bit.

Harry looked up and looked at the distance. They were very close to the Whomping Willow. He thought of his and Ron's speeding adventure. If they hadn't hit the Whomping Willow, maybe the two of them wouldn't have been so embarrassed.

"We have come so far..." Harry looked a little sad. The Whomping Willow also hurt them, but the Whomping Willow did not suffer the same treatment as Buckbeak. You must know that the two of them were more seriously injured than Malfoy. It was much more serious, but neither he nor Ron gave the Whomping Willow any trouble.

On the contrary, Harry felt a little guilty. The Whomping Willow was already very old. They didn't know how many branches were damaged when they drove into it. At least Professor Sputrow put a ridiculous bandage on the Whomping Willow. After that, this feeling of guilt became more and more serious. Of course, it would have been perfect if Gilderoy Lockhart hadn't been standing next to the Whomping Willow.

"Let's go back..." Harry said, "The door to the castle will be closed by Professor Snape later. I don't want to be locked up by Snape or something like that. This is not a fun thing." "

It seems to remind me of Professor Snape's cold office, which is full of glass texture and eerie colors. All glassware exudes a dark and cold light.

Harry couldn't imagine how Fanlin had the heart to study with Snape for so long. If it were him, he would rather find a solution by himself than go to Snape.

Harry has never received any benefits from Professor Snape. He is always the one criticized, and those damn potions, although Fanlin and Hermione can follow Professor Snape's improved formula. The potion was perfectly prepared, and the two of them were very impressed by Snape's improvement and optimization of the potion formula.

But Harry didn't think so. Even Neville, Clara, Goyle, and even that annoying Ernie (Mrs. Hufflepuff) had successfully prepared the reagents for the Potions class. Only Harry has never succeeded once.

However, Harry himself followed the steps in the textbook and prepared some relatively successful potions. Because of this, Harry hated Professor Snape even more, no matter from which aspect.

Harry took two steps towards the castle. They had to go around a section of wall. They were now on the side of the castle.

However, except for Harry's own footsteps, no one moved at all.

Harry looked up at Ron in front of him. Ron's expression was indescribably weird, and the light in his eyes was something Harry had never seen before. This made Harry feel very uncomfortable. At this moment, The strange smell on Ron's body seemed to be back again.

"Ron... are you okay..." Harry said uncertainly. He looked back at Fan Lin and the two of them. Hermione was very calm, and Fan Lin also relaxed his brows.

"Fan Lin... let's go back... we can't hang out outside for so long..." Harry felt something was wrong. He did Hermione's job and asked to go back to the castle.

"Where are you taking me?" Ron said calmly, but Harry could feel the suppressed anger in Ron's voice, like a submarine volcano about to erupt, with the ice ocean on the surface Make a last ditch effort for it.

"Nowhere, or where are you thinking?" Fan Lin said calmly. If it was really Ron, Ron would not ask. However, it was obvious that this did not match Ron's appearance at all.

Something was wrong since that night, but Fan Lin never knew what happened to Ron. Until now, when his person was stared at by Ron's complicated and cold eyes, Fan Lin really He understood that something happened to Ron. It was very likely that the person controlling Ron's body was not himself, and the controller was naturally the rat in his pocket.

"I think we should go back to the castle. Dumbledore won't like Harry wandering outside Hogwarts Castle so late. You know, this is very dangerous for Harry."

Ron pretended to look panicked, just like Neville. He shrank his neck slightly. If there was some timidity in his eyes, it would be more perfect.

"Yes, Professor Dumbledore won't like us like this," Fan Lin shrugged his shoulders indifferently, as if Fan Lin was always so lazy when he was relaxed.

He walked towards Ron, and he seemed to want to pat Ron on the shoulder.

In an instant, the originally relaxed movements became tense. Maybe it was because the afterglow of the setting sun had been completely eroded by the darkness of the night, maybe it was because the girl was uneasy and I stopped my fist, maybe it was because Ron's body shrank slightly...

"Fan Lin...wait a minute..." Harry suddenly stopped Fan Lin, which startled Hermione, who nervously let out a brief and rapid exclamation.

For a moment, the air seemed to have difficulty flowing, and Harry felt that his breathing became a little difficult.

"Let's... let's go back..." Harry's voice trembled a little. He didn't know why. He was afraid that Fan Lin would meet Ron. This was a feeling that came out of thin air. It was very strange, as if he was... It was like returning a crystal ball during a divination class. The face that had appeared countless times in newspapers suddenly appeared in the crystal ball and roared at him.

And Professor Trauni's damn words were completely different from his usual tone.

"A trace will be drawn in the sky, half of it is night and half of it is light, and the white will eventually be infected by black. When someone tries to resist and succeeds, they will find the real terror standing on the track of the future. The devil's servant will escape , and all he faces is failure. The Boy Who Lived will lead his friends to push the devil into the abyss of destruction, but be careful, your vision is easily blocked by things, when you..."

Professor Trauni's words stopped abruptly. Her throat seemed to be strangled by something. This made Professor Trauni very painful and a hissing sound came from her throat.

This frightened Harry, but fortunately Professor Troney recovered quickly. Her face was abnormally flushed. Harry asked her what she meant just now, but Professor Troney recovered again. He looked like a crazy stickman in the past.

In a normal state.

Harry told Fanlin and Hermione about this matter, but Hermione just comforted him and reassured him. In fact, the reason Hermione gave was also very strong. Who would care about what the old liar said.

Yes, it was on that day that Hermione had a falling out with Professor Troney, and it was also Hermione who knocked the crystal ball to the ground.

But it was only now that Harry suddenly felt that Professor Trauni was not so undesirable. At least now Harry felt very bad...

"Well, indeed, it's time for us to go back..." Fan Lin nodded seriously. He saw a black figure groping from the darkness. The figure was very familiar, so Fan Lin was sure of victory.

Fan Lin pressed forward step by step, forcing Ron to retreat.

Fan Lin's eyes were fixed on Ron's bulging pocket. What was he looking for? As long as he could solve this problem, then Ron's problems would not be a problem, except for Hermione...

Fan Lin thought this, and he couldn't help but feel a little relaxed. He didn't know how to solve this random thing he had come up with, but it seemed that he didn't need to solve it.

Ron's body was weak and trembling, and a voice told him to take out his wand. As long as he cast a spell on the boy in front of him, he would not have any troubles for a long time.

Memory can be modified, and as long as he succeeds, all the right to speak is in his hands.

The voice asked him to kill Fanlin.

Suddenly Ron broke out in a cold sweat, and his hand tremblingly reached into the pocket containing the wand. He found that he had lost control of his body, his head was a little dizzy, and he seemed to be completely dominated. As if he was excited, he was even a little excited by that terrible thought...

Ron suddenly stopped shaking, his hand in his pocket became steady, and his eyes were cold.

Ron's arm contracted slightly, and he wanted to take out his wand. He only had one thought left, and that was...

"Woof...woof..."

The sound of barking dogs broke the tranquility of the night.

When Harry saw Fan Lin walking towards Ron, he couldn't help but feel nervous. He was afraid that something terrible would happen, and he wanted to stop him. However, his body seemed to be a little frozen, and it was very difficult for him to lift his arms. Come, but my body started to be a little bit unresponsive until...

Until a black shadow rushed over from behind him, it was a pure black dog. Professor Trauni told him that it was ominous, and indeed it was.

Harry had seen the black dog more than once, the night he ran away from home, in the darkness of Hogwarts, and Hogsmeade. He didn't tell anyone because no one believed him.

Until now, the black dog rushed past him. The target of the dog was not him, but his good friend Ron. This made Harry's blood seem to freeze. He felt that... Ron would die. ! (To be continued)