A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 247 Magic Violence
"What the hell do you want? I told you, any treatment has risks!" said the man's voice.

"But you promised me that! What did you say? Everything was fine - and Frank and Alice were in a coma for two weeks, coughing up blood," said the grandmother's voice.

"What can I do? You think from my point of view, those experts in the newspaper are holding on to my sore feet, I must hurry up and get the test data—"

"Experimental data? That's two lives! They are my son and daughter-in-law, or the parents of Neville's child! Felix Haip, you are Neville's teacher!"

Neville's heart seemed to have been soaked in cold water, it was not warm at all, and his stomach kept churning.His fist couldn't help clenching.

The vile man said: "I hope everything goes well, but accidents are inevitable. Think about it carefully, they just changed from moving corpses to motionless corpses, isn't there much difference?"

Neville's eyes were red, his teeth were chattering, how dare he say that about his parents... How dare he!
But the grandmother's sad voice came: "I beg you, please confirm again, you are responsible for everything, only you know best..."

The vicious man said, "Sorry, I know best, so I don't want to waste my time."

Grandma's voice hardened: "I was wrong, I shouldn't have begged you, I will speak out and expose what you did—"

The man sneered: "Ma'am, I want to remind you that your son and daughter-in-law were sentenced to death by St. Mungo's. I just wanted to give it a try. If I succeed, there will be a lot of people thanking me." of."

"Really?" said the grandmother's voice sarcastically, "You care about your reputation, that's your weakness, but soon, the public will see who you really are, and you'll lose everything."

The man's voice became hesitant: "It's true to say that... reputation is a fine wine, but also a seductive poison. I'm always attracted by its fragrance. So, how should I deal with you?"

"Forget it all? It's too simple. I thought of a better idea. To be honest, I'm quite tired of you pestering me for so long. There are some spells I've wanted to try for a long time... Cruciatus!"

"No, no..." Neville's eyes widened, his knuckles were white, and his face was full of fear.He heard the sound of his grandmother falling to the ground with a "bang", moaning "ho~ho~" because of the pain.

"No!"

Anger washed away all his sanity, and the door of the room blew open.

He saw two people in the ward, the man with a surprised expression on his face, the hand outstretched with his wand stopped in mid-air, an old woman fell to the ground, and the pointed hat fell lifelessly on the ground.

"Grandmother!" Neville ran over, trying to lift Grandmother's head, but she immediately showed a pained expression.He stopped at a loss, looked at the culprit in front of him, his wand was still pointing at her: "Stop quickly! Professor."

"Stop?" The man's face was hidden in the shadows, making it difficult to see his expression, "Why?"

Neville looked at him in disbelief, his whole body was surrounded by a huge absurdity, which made him feel unreal, like a dream, "What are you talking about? You, you are a professor...why do you use That spell?"

"The Cruciatus Curse?" said the man's voice, Neville trembled, and the man chuckled, "Or forget it? Or... the other two Unforgivable Curses?"

He said calmly, as if he was in class: "Neville, I still have a deep connection with the Unforgivable Curse. When I was in school, I learned these three spells - the Cruciatus Curse, the Imperius Curse, and the Killing Curse." curse."

"I've always wanted to find someone to try, but I'm too soft-hearted. Now that I think about it, what spell can't kill people? Clear water like a spring can do it."

Neville looked at him tremblingly, as if recognizing his face for the first time.

"Don't look at me like that, learn to respect the professor, don't you?" the man said.

"You're not my professor!" Neville roared, took out his wand from his pocket and pointed it at him, but the next second, his wand was pulled away.

"The Silent Disarming Charm, I taught you, Neville. Maybe you could try being a little more angry?"

Neville immediately pulled out a second wand from behind - he always carried two wands, his father's and his own.The anger caused him to use the Stunning Charm silently, but was blocked by a wave of his hand, and the man said, "It's too weak, Neville. You're not angry enough—"

A thin layer of magic barrier flew towards Neville, knocking him into the air.

Neville got up from the ground and looked at him defiantly.

"I don't like the look in your eyes...so, Cruciatus! Cruciatus!"

The grandmother let out a cry of pain, Neville's eyes widened in horror, and he tried his best to block in front of her. The expected pain did not appear, and he had no time to distinguish it. He had to do something to delay the time?That's right, delaying time!

He was going to watch this man get taken, just like the Death Eaters.

Neville tried his best to use his brain, his brain has never been so fast: "I believe in you so much...I regard you as a role model..."

He recited the most familiar thing recently without hesitation, it was a short story, and the story itself originated from this man——

"Gnar was a clumsy man. Others told him he was clumsy, and over time he assumed it himself.

Gnar likes to play with clay dolls. He is naturally sensitive to the characteristics of different types of clay. He likes to watch black, red, brown, white, gray, and various colors of clay take shape in his hands little by little, turning into delicate and lovely shape.

This kind of love has no pressure, and when Gnar is sad, it can bring him comfort.

His parents are very busy and don't spend much time with him. Even the most important Christmas is just a quick meeting. His greatest wish is that they can spend more time with him. "

Neville recited without hesitation, until he found that the opposite wand had been put down, and a grandmother's deep voice came from beside him: "Forget it, Mr. Haipe, forget it..."

Neville watched dumbfoundedly as Grandma got up from the ground and the Professor stepped out of the shadows.

Ten minutes later—

Neville was sulking all by himself, old Mrs. Longbottom coaxed him, Felix looked at him awkwardly, "Neville—"

Neville turned away from looking at him, clutching the hem of his clothes tightly.

"Why did you lie to me?" he said angrily.

"It was part of the plan," said old Mrs. Longbottom, "that--"

"Let me tell you, Mrs. Longbottom." Felix said, and he looked at Neville: "It originated from a ridiculous idea when I was in school. I have experienced several magic riots, which brought me In order to gain huge benefits, I have imagined whether it is possible to artificially promote magic riots..."

"But I've never seen it happen to anyone else until I met Potter a few months ago in Diagon Alley."

"Harry?" Neville asked suddenly.

"That's right, he experienced a very painful experience at the time, so a magic riot broke out. I persuaded him to test it with me... until I found you again. I speculate that your magic power was not very active when you were young. In other words- —The inertia is too strong, that's why you have a hard time learning magic..."

"You too, don't you?" said Neville stiffly.

"What's the same?" Felix looked at him.

"The one you said, Magic Riot." Neville said, he was terribly calm at this moment: "It sounds like you need to be greatly stimulated. You just tried to provoke me again and again. So I ask you, are you the same?"

Felix looked at him calmly, "You are right, and so am I."

Neville stood up with a straight face, "So, what Aunt Meliam said was also arranged by you? Everything is acting?"

"No, Neville -" said old Mrs. Longbottom.

Neville looked at Felix stubbornly: "I want you to tell me yourself."

"I didn't make that arrangement, but—" said Felix, "I was there while they were talking."

Neville suddenly said, "I'm going back to the ward. I'll be alone for a while." He picked up the schoolbag on the ground, opened the door and walked out of the room.

There was a dead silence in the room.

After a long time, Felix said frankly: "The moment he blew the door open, I thought we had succeeded."

Old Mrs. Longbottom said wearily: "Maybe it shouldn't be from the beginning..." She pursed her lips, "I asked too much of him in the past, I hope that child can become an Auror like his father, But in fact, it’s better to be ordinary.”

"I don't think so, ma'am. Dumbledore once warned me not to play with people's hearts." Felix said: "But who can escape the control of people's hearts? I don't approve of this failure. We almost succeeded , if it could be done better—”

Old Mrs. Longbottom looked at him and said hesitantly, "Mr. Haipu?"

"I don't think there is a problem with my thinking, from the initial design to—" Felix stopped suddenly, his eyes protruded, and he turned his head to look at the air on one side in disbelief, his vision seemed to penetrate space.Then, he ran out of the room suddenly, turned around the corner, and stared fixedly at a ward at the end of the corridor on the other side.

Felix tapped his forehead. From the black-and-white perspective, a powerful and gentle tide of magic power spread from inside. The pure white light without any impurities constantly impacted his inherent concepts.

"This is—what's the matter?" Mrs. Longbottom said in a panic, following behind.

Felix didn't answer. He walked step by step to the ward where the Longbottoms were, and opened the door. He saw Neville crying in the arms of a woman, and a man with a gentle expression hugged the woman and Neville, they couldn't hide their tired faces, and they were still wearing hospital gowns, but the love in their eyes was about to overflow.

All kinds of scattered trinkets in the room floated in the air, making a "buzzing" sound. Several patients in the next bed were bathed in the warm light, which became the best footnote to answer Felix's questions.

"Magic Riot..." He said word by word.

(End of this chapter)