Chinese students at Hogwarts

Chapter 312 Neville Longbottom

"Okay. Thank you, man."

Vernon hung up the phone, wiped his tears, and tried to calm down his emotions. He immediately held the phone and searched for Blake's phone number.

Resolutely pressed the dial button.

Sirius pushed up his sunglasses and stuck them in his hair. His black hair was flowing and smooth, attracting envious and jealous looks from many middle-aged bald British people.

An exquisite suit with no visible brand, sparkling, and solid gold cufflinks with the Black family emblem - after thinking about it again and again, Sirius decided to restore the reputation of the Black family.

As Zhang and Dumbledore said, it is not the family that determines the people, but the people that determine the family.

Sirius squinted as he strolled through the streets of London, enjoying the winter sunshine. He liked Muggles and their sense of vitality. Everything about Muggles was progressing rapidly.

In just the past ten years, I can no longer understand many of their things.

But the wizarding world is like a pool of stagnant water. Even a hundred years ago, the changes from now are not big.

"Buzz-"

Blake felt something ringing in his pocket, and he took out the gadget in a novel way.

Muggles call this thing a ‘Mobile Phone’, which is also one of their whimsical ideas.

He studied for a long time but still couldn't figure out the mystery. This is really amazing, although the magic can be done to a stronger level, such as a double-sided mirror.

But such mass production is absolutely impossible.

By the way, who is calling me? Since getting this thing, he has basically not received any phone calls, except for the occasional call from salesmen, who respectfully recommend their new products.

For example, those luxury goods, those luxury cars

Blake picked up the phone with interest, his thick eyebrows immediately raised.

Vernon Dursley? Why is he calling me?

With doubts in mind, Blake answered the phone. After just listening to a few words, his face became serious:

"You're saying that your wife and child are missing and you suspect that wizards did it?"

Black burst into laughter. Wizards specialize in kidnapping Muggles?

Then he thought it was not good to laugh at such a moment. To be honest, he didn't like the Dursleys, he even hated them.

When he learned that Harry was not happy at the Dursleys' house, he was angry and planned to go directly to the Dursleys to teach him a lesson, but in the end Zhang persuaded him.

"That's not necessary, Sirius."

Yes, it's not necessary.

Vernon's voice was filled with pleading: "Mr. Black, I have thought about it for a long time. This is the only possibility. I will definitely not be wrong."

Sirius' eyebrows knitted together. He still didn't believe that wizards would kidnap Muggles, and he still hated Muggles very much.

Perhaps because Sirius hadn't spoken for a long time, Vernon's voice was filled with anxiety: "Sir, Mr. Black, think about it, how would you feel if Harry was missing?"

Harry? Harry won't disappear, he will be fine.

Sirius was very confident. Both Dumbledore and Zhang were extremely reliable figures. How could Harry disappear?

But Vernon's pleading still made him feel compassionate. Sirius was silent for a while, and finally agreed:

"Okay, I'll keep an eye out, and if there's any news, I'll let you know."

Vernon put down his cell phone, drove to a remote alley, followed the old man's instructions, and knocked on a door.

“Papa John introduced me—”

After he finished introducing the person stiffly, the eyes in the observation window at the door looked Vernon up and down.

"come in--"

Vernon followed the person through the normally decorated living room and came to the backyard. The person leading the way motioned for him to wait a moment. After a while, a big man who looked even fatter than Vernon slowly walked away with a donut. come over.

He slowly stuffed the donut into his mouth, and twirled his fingers in a very sloppy manner:

"Papa John's your-"

"Captain! I saved him once, and he also saved me."

"Well, he rarely introduces people. It's not easy to do retail business now."

The fat man wiped his hands on his pants nonchalantly. Vernon didn't seem to be an insider, but who cares, as long as the business is done: "The things are not a problem, but it can only come in one day at the earliest. What you want It’s more difficult to do.”

As soon as one day?

Vernon's beard trembled and he immediately asked:

"What if I want it now?"

The fat man's eyes narrowed: "You want it now? Man, do you think you're buying donuts? I don't know what you're doing with these things. It's not to pose, or to scare people upstairs who play loud music." neighbor.

This stuff would make Scotland Yard and MI5 scratch their heads, and I would give up on such a safe house.

Do you think it's easy? "

After a moment of silence, he said slowly:

"You have to pay more!"

At this moment, Vernon's cell phone rang, and the fat man immediately looked at him with great vigilance, and slowly moved his hand to his lower back.

Vernon waved his hand at him apologetically, picked up the phone and looked at it, his heart couldn't help but beat wildly, it was Black!

After a while, he put down his cell phone, looked at the fat man with red eyes, slapped his car keys on the table, and took out all the cards on his body:

"I'll add it!"

Inside the dungeon

Rodolphus glanced around the dungeon with gloomy eyes, and the little wizard who was still shouting immediately shut his mouth. They were keenly aware that the man in front of them was different from the professors who thought they were evil before.

Occasionally, some of the more outspoken ones were covered by their roommates and quietly retreated into the shadows.

Rodolphus seemed very satisfied with his deterrence, so he decided to do something to reward these little wizards.

He waved to the Death Eaters behind him and took a long roll of parchment.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I didn't expect that Hogwarts has actually degenerated into this." Rodolphus shook his head, as if regretting that yesterday's dinner had some peanut butter that he hated mixed in.

"Look, look! Half-bloods and mudbloods actually account for more than half of the share - if the great Dark Lord knew about it, he would definitely feel sad."

His words made the already frightened little wizard even more frightened. Not everyone would care about who was on the wanted list on the first page of the Daily Prophet.

Not everyone knew that Rodolphus Lestrange was an extremely brutal Death Eater.

"Okay, let's have some fun, otherwise wouldn't it be too boring for such a long time?"

Rodolphus conjured a chair and reached out casually. Death Eaters rushed over behind him, opened a cell, and brought out the young wizard inside.

The little wizards struggled desperately, but apparently their resistance only aroused the Death Eaters' ferocity. After being beaten several times, the little wizards came tremblingly in front of Rodolphus.

"Come one by one, what's your name?"

Rodolphus lazily scratched the parchment with his wand and asked casually.

"Hannah, Hannah Abbott."

The little girl with a round face stammered.

"A member of the Abbott family?" Rodolphus raised his eyebrows, and the Death Eater who grabbed her immediately took her aside. Hannah didn't understand what happened, but it was obvious that she seemed to have escaped. .

Her face was pale, tears were flowing, her chest was heaving violently, and she looked like she might faint at any time.

"And you?"

"Susan Beaubones"

An expression of disgust appeared on Rodolphus's face, but remembering the Dark Lord's instructions, he waved his hand and had the little girl taken aside.

"Next!"

Malfoy, Hermione and others watched this scene nervously, and Ron asked softly:

"What are they doing?"

"I don't know, but I don't think it's a good thing -" Malfoy's face became increasingly pale, and he grabbed the railing, thinking that his father had actually betrayed the Dark Lord.

Will these Death Eaters vent their anger on themselves?

This kind of worry has been lingering in his mind. The distracted Brother Drag didn't even have much time to think about other things besides fear and worry.

Hermione sat in the corner holding her knees, unable to do anything without her wand. The smart little witch had already guessed what the Death Eaters wanted to do, but what could she do?

At this moment, she could only place all her hopes on Zhang, hoping that Zhang could find Dumbledore as soon as possible.

At this moment, Rodolphus suddenly let out an excited shout. He stood up, grabbed the arm of a young wizard, and pulled him hard towards the huge crucible.

That's Justin Finch-Fletchley!

Hermione knew him, a rich man who would go to Eton if he didn't come to Hogwarts.

He is also what Death Eaters call a 'Mudblood'.

Justin was frightened. He struggled desperately, but he could not withstand the power of Rodolphus's curse. With an extremely excited and perverted smile on his face, he controlled Justin to fly above the huge crucible.

"No, it won't be fun if you throw it in all at once."

Rodolphus adjusted his position, slowly controlled Justin's descent, and then suddenly immersed his legs into the boiling soup pot.

"ah!!!--------"

Justin screamed like never before. He struggled desperately, and tears burst out in an instant. He screamed so loudly and pitifully that all the little wizards couldn't help but tremble. They stood up, covering their mouths, trying desperately to suppress their cries.

They were afraid that they would attract the attention of these Death Eaters. It was at this moment that they truly understood for the first time what the cruelty of Death Eaters was.

Along with Justin's screams, there was also the crazy laughter of Rodolphus and other Death Eaters. They seemed to be doing something extremely interesting.

Ten years in Azkaban have already distorted their spirits. Only by sinking deeper and deeper into darkness can they become more and more stinky, to the point where even Dementors are unwilling to bite them.

So these Death Eaters who escaped from Azkaban have already become madmen.

By the time Rodolphus controlled Justin to levitate again, his legs had disappeared, as if they had never existed.

The little wizards' bodies were trembling more and more intensely, and they could even hear the teeth of their companions chattering.

Rodolphus nodded with satisfaction. The effect of the Dark Lord's bone soup was surprisingly good. Although the master's order was to wait for news, as a 'loyal servant', he was revealed more information by the master.

That is, pure-blooded little wizards should try not to move, and if they must be killed, they should be controlled within ten. Yes, even Voldemort will consider the issue of his future rule.

As for the half-bloods, that's free, but the mudbloods, whether they are Voldemort or Death Eaters, have never regarded them as human beings.

Just when Rodolphus was about to throw the screaming Justin into the crucible to see the effect, he heard an angry shout:

"enough!"

In the cell, Hermione Malfoy and Ron watched in shock as Neville grabbed the railing, and it was he who made that angry roar.

"Neville—" Ron almost groaned and squeezed out a few words from his throat: "You will anger them. Come back quickly and pretend we didn't do anything."

Neville turned around and said slowly and firmly:

"No, Ron, we can't watch him kill our classmates."

Ron almost cried: "Of course I want to resist, but Neville, we don't even have a wand!"

Yes, there is no wand. Losing the wand is like having the backbone taken away. These little wizards cannot resist in any way.

"I know." Neville nodded heavily. He looked at Rodolphus and just glanced here. It seemed that he wanted to throw Justin into the pot and see how he would turn out instead of finding the indignant little wizard. The effects of bone broth.

So Neville took a deep breath and bravely shouted out the words he had been thinking about for a long time, which would definitely make Rodolphus shift the target to himself:

"Voldemort is a son of a bitch!"

Ron rolled his eyes and almost fainted, as if there was a muffled thunder in the middle of the night.

All the little wizards seemed to be unable to breathe. They pressed their faces against the railings in horror, looking in the direction of Neville.

Rodolphus was stunned, and then blood vessels bulged on his forehead. His unprecedented rage made him almost lose his mind:

"Catch him out, I will make him regret coming into this world!"

Under the young wizard's tragic and mournful gaze, Neville was led by his collar and thrown in front of the burning crucible.

He felt that everything around him became blurry. Rodolphus and his Death Eater teammates kept opening and closing their mouths as if they were talking about something.

But who wants to hear it.

"Neville, what do you want to learn?"

Neville's lips moved slightly, as if he had answered the master's question again:

"I want to learn how to protect people!"

Yes, this is the only way Neville can think of. Among the young wizards who lose their wands and lose any ability to resist, he is the only one who still maintains a certain fighting ability.

Perhaps because I am very clumsy and cannot practice well what my master teaches me, I will probably die here.

Maybe my parents will be devastated by their death, and their friends will not be saved because they stand up.

Neville raised his head and looked at the face that lingered indelibly in his memory.

But so what?

Just like Mom and Dad will bravely resist Voldemort again, someone has to stand up, even if it can only delay a little time.

The person who is willing to stand in front of everyone and be the last shield, why can't it be me?

Neville felt his chest beating, which was the blood of the Longbottom family boiling, and everything around him seemed to become clear again.

He heard Rodolphus Lestrange look at him with a cold, dead look:

"Before you die, I allow you to state your name."

Neville spread his legs slightly, and his eyes became focused and serious, bright and extremely energetic.

He reached out and touched his back, where a simple long sword seemed to slowly appear with shining light.

"Qiang——!"

The blade of the sword was as clear as water, like a pool of cold moonlight pouring out of the scabbard. Neville stood holding the sword.

The starting position of Tai Chi Sword - three rings covering the moon.

"Wu-Tang—Neville Longbottom!"

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