Chapter 884 He Chose Silence

"Ah! Just now... what was that sound just now?"

In the dark corridor, three or five students were tightly packed together. But at this moment, one of the small boys suddenly screamed, which immediately frightened the others.

"Neville, aren't you from Gryffindor? Senior, senior, big brother... hurry... help, go and see what's there..."

The little guy was a Hufflepuff, who just started his second year this year. He has been afraid of the dark since he was a child, and he is even more timid than girls in this kind of place where he can hardly see his fingers.

However, he was asking the wrong person this time, because this tall and big Neville didn't seem to be much better than him.

It's just because the surroundings were too dark, he couldn't see Neville's bewildered expression clearly!

"Oh... this, I..."

Neville's mouth was trembling, and before he could speak, the voice suddenly passed by everyone's ears again.

"Click—"

Yes, this is the sound just now! Who the hell is there?

At the moment when they heard the movement, almost everyone couldn't help taking a step back, but only Neville didn't move. This is not because he suddenly became bolder, but because there are still people beside him right now!

"...stand, stand behind me, Hannah."

Even though he couldn't even speak clearly, Neville stepped forward and stood in front of the girl while feeling a chill in his heart.

Even if he has no bottom in his heart,

No matter how weak his tongue was, his hands and feet didn't seem to tremble at all.

But before he finished speaking, a figure in the distance suddenly appeared under the torch over there. From this side, it can be barely seen that it is a wizard wearing a black felt coat, and it seems to be holding a magic wand in the opponent's hand.

"Ex-you-weapon."

Before the few students here could react, a red light suddenly swept across the corridor and came straight towards them.

In other words, Neville was the fastest - he swung his wand even faster than some guy who wanted to run away in the first place.

One of the hardest-trained members, despite his easy-to-fear temperament, is actually quite proficient in dealing with spells.

At this moment, Neville drew a circle in front of him as if reflexively.

"Armor protection!"

After familiarizing himself with Maca's spell analysis materials and practicing repeatedly, his body is now even moving faster than his brain.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a splendor of red streamer scattered down, the opponent's disarming spell was blocked by him quite in time.

"The Iron Armor Curse can be used when the opponent's spell has already been cast, but the intermediate distance is still sufficient. If the Iron Armor Curse survives a blow, you have gained the most precious opportunity in the duel—"

As I said just now, after he successfully defended himself, Neville couldn't help muttering to himself. And the words he said are actually the little tricks in Maca's materials.

It's a pity that although he can practice many coping methods hard into his instincts, he has never had much talent for "how to make good use of opportunities" that emphasizes creativity and ideas.

"Er—the first chance... No, forget it..."

Neville knew that he didn't have time to think about it right now, and he also knew that he didn't have the ability to judge on the spot, so he gave up guessing in an instant.

So, just as the fellow under the torch started to glow again from his wand, he scrambled to cast the next spell.

"There are many obstacles!"

Under the passage about the "obstacle spell" in Maca's materials, a short sentence gave Neville a lot of inspiration - when he was very aware of his own weakness, he actually took that sentence as the only one that belonged to him. His own practical truth.

And that sentence says this:

"Indecision Obstacle Curse!"

In Maca's view, the Obstacle Charm is simply one of the most useful spells in all modern magic. Whether it is the speed of chanting, the effective time or the trajectory of swinging the staff, they are all extremely concise and efficient, so he often uses them himself.

Sure enough, the opponent's speed of waving the wand immediately slowed down, so that he couldn't even release the spell accurately, but hit the wall with a "poof".

In this way, Neville had more time to think.

But, of course, the consequences of casting quickly are usually too short in duration and quite limited in power. As far as Neville's head is concerned, it is still impossible to figure out anything with just a little extra leeway.

Apparently, he knew this himself.

"There are many obstacles!"

If the duration is not enough, then continue it!

Another impediment spell landed on the black coat, making the opponent's movements even slower. Neville was watching here, probably because he still didn't have much time to turn his head, so he subconsciously took the time to glance behind him.

Very well, Hannah was looking at herself with surprise—it's not worthwhile to walk here today. But what happened to those Hufflepuffs in the back? Why didn't you bring me here to help just looking at it?

"Hmm... so what... all petrified!"

It seemed that the stiff appearance of the little boy who was more timid than him suddenly inspired Neville. He turned his head again quickly, and a full-body binding spell landed on the body of "Black Coat" who was about to get rid of the second blocking spell.

In the next second, the opponent who had barely lifted his wand fell on his back to the floor with a slap, and stopped moving.

"Oh! As expected of the senior of Gryffindor, you are really amazing!"

"Okay? Can I open my eyes?"

"Is the hero saving the beauty? Hannah seems to be standing behind him?"

A mess of compliments sounded from the mouths of the watching little badgers, all of them giving their thumbs up, just like a group of ducklings quacking and surrounding their mother.

But soon, one of them said coldly:

"Should we...should we go back?"

However, Neville looked straight at the corridor at the back—unfortunately, the torches were all extinguished as they walked along the way, so whoever wants to go back in the dark, please feel free!

In this corridor, where the light is sucked by the walls, there is no light except torches.

Shaking his head, Neville suddenly pointed his wand forward, and said in a deep voice:

"Let's move on!"

In his voice, there seemed to be a taste of seeing death as home.

...

When Neville was walking cautiously in the "Dark Magic Corridor" arranged by Maca in order to test his courage with Hannah Abbott, Harry and Ron had already passed through three interesting greenhouses and returned to the "Dark Magic Corridor". In the open space outside.

"I can't imagine that Professor Sprout would put so many bouncing bulbs in the fourth greenhouse... If it weren't for today, I'm sure I'd think that bouncing bulbs are very barbaric in my life! Remember, when I was in fourth grade I was once kicked by that little thing..."

Harry was talking to Ron enthusiastically, from the jumping bulbs that were drunk with mead and painted with various natural dyes, to the unknown grass next to the final exit that could speak human Stem, looks very pleasant.

And Ron's mood at the moment seems to have improved because of the lively plants in the greenhouse before. Although he just casually echoed Harry's words, at least his expression was obviously much more relaxed than in the past few days.

Suddenly, Harry, who was still muttering about jumping toadstools, suddenly raised his hand and pointed towards the edge of the Christmas forest in front of him.

"Look! Ron... It seems that many people are going there," he sized up, and then his eyes lit up, "That should be the direction of Hagrid's cabin? Come on, let's hurry over and have a look... "

After that, Harry hurriedly gave Ron a hand, and then excitedly walked around the gorgeous Christmas forest, and then saw Hagrid's hunting lodge, which had always looked a little lonely.

It's just that today the log cabin is obviously quite different from usual.

But he saw that the outside of Hagrid's house was entangled tightly with a kind of blue vines, which completely covered up its rustic appearance. After the vines covered the house, they spread out along the ground, leaving only a winding stone path leading to the wooden door of the cabin.

What is worth mentioning is that just above the hut, a wooden signboard that is bigger than the house itself is inserted obliquely on the roof, with two lines of large characters that can change colors by themselves flashing on it:

"In this wonderful Christmas—"

"Have fun with amazing magical creatures!"

Before Ron came back to his senses, Harry grabbed his clothes again and hurriedly went to line up at the door. Because he is curious now—where are the "magic creatures" written on the big wooden board? Could it be... that the hut was stuffed with various colors of plush?

Look at his expectant face, just like a Muggle boy visiting an amusement park, and most of the faces around here are filled with smiles not much different from his.

It can be seen that whether it is the wizarding world or the Muggle world, they are actually the same.

Right now, there was still heavy snow floating in the air, and it fell on everyone's hats and shoulders one after another, but it couldn't dampen the joy in the hearts of the little wizards.

Thinking about it, it's only morning, and most of the students haven't even gone to the auditorium for breakfast. If in the afternoon or night, when all the Christmas activities in Hogwarts start, how lively it will be!

Miriam, who was just brought here by Maca a few days ago, is standing in front of a window on the castle tower, quietly watching everything in the school courtyard outside.

She just felt, as if a large piece of vitality and vitality continued to rush, and slapped her face heavily. This kind of vivid impact was definitely something she had never felt in the organization before.

"Ahas... do you think that compared with Grandpa Lavin's approach, such a school is more suitable for children like us who have no family?"

Beside her, Ahaz, the shadow man who had followed him a few days ago... He chose to remain silent.

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