Hogwarts White Knight

Inspiration is something that is somewhat unreliable.

But in the vision of Gawain who calmed down, the world was colorful. Some are more beautiful, some are relatively dim, and some are pitch black.

This is really a feeling that is difficult to describe. Even Gawain himself only suddenly began to "recognize" this a few days ago.

"But it should work..."

Huddled under the invisibility cloak, Gawain thought about his countermeasures.

Although he can see "color", Gawain's position is very awkward. The dense and tall trees in the Forbidden Forest obscured his view, and his location was on a trail.

This means that any movement he makes will become very conspicuous, and the space for him to move and dodge is very limited.

"But at least it can be confirmed that it cannot see through the invisible hood, and it is probably not too strong."

Gawain guessed and carefully adjusted the angle of his wand.

He still had some confidence in his judgment, because if this thing could see through the invisibility cloak, it wouldn't be looking at its position now, and if it was powerful enough, there would be no need to hide it.

"Maybe relying on the sound?"

A somewhat bold idea came to mind.

Although it has been useless for some days, Gawain has never forgotten his special magic spell.

First, he needs sharper perception.

Gawain recited silently, his blood began to become hot and surged faster in his body. But this time, his brain didn't feel the tingling sensation as usual, as if it had adapted to this level of stimulation.

"Maybe it's the change that just happened?"

He felt a little lucky and had more chips in his hand.

"Faster, faster."

The speed increased again, and he could almost hear the sound of blood rushing through his body.

"Lumos."

Just like when Riddle was attacked secretly, many beating light spots appeared around him. But compared to before, their number has actually increased several times.

Gawain felt as if there were invisible thin threads holding the light balls at the top of the wand. He felt that as long as he wanted to, he could easily manipulate them and achieve changes that were usually impossible to achieve without any effort.

This feeling of having everything under control is so wonderful.

"47...Now, it's time to give it a gift."

With a gentle wave of the wand, these small points of light rose into the air, holding up the invisibility cloak.

Gawain felt he could do more.

"Wingardim Levuosa!"

He silently recited the incantation of the Levitation Spell, and the invisibility cloak flew up quietly, revealing Gawain covered under it.

Silent curse!

Even Gawain himself felt a little incredible.

This was an advanced technique that would only come into contact after the fifth grade. All he knew were some of the principles taught to him by Lu Ping, but at this moment he was able to successfully perform it while maintaining so many fluorescent orbs of light.

In his "vision", a flash of blue-green rushed down from a high place, and there was a shining green light on his feet.

It was extremely fast, and Gawain could only clearly see that it seemed to be a fluffy butterfly, but it was huge. If the bones were broken and flattened, it might be as tall as two or three Professor Flitwick!

"Now is not the time to think about that."

Gawain shook some strange mental images out of his mind, and pressed the wand down fiercely, stimulating the small balls of light surrounding him.

47 balls of light turned into 47 suns!

"hiss!"

"Butterfly" let out a shrill howl, raised its head sharply, and was about to fly into the dense forest.

But Gawain didn't want it to escape. He quickly raised his wand "Galatin" and pointed it directly at the strange big butterfly, shouting a spell.

"Pythonissam (witches' night)!"

A blood-curdling scream echoed in the Forbidden Forest.

Under Gawain's full force, the sound almost turned into substance, about to pierce his eardrum, penetrate his skull, and penetrate deeply into his soul.

Even if Hagrid violently rubbed his nails on the blackboard, or brought a hundred Peeves together to sing, they could not compare to the excitement that Gawain "enjoyed" at this moment.

The spell lasted just over a second before he stopped. But even so, he still felt his head buzzing and vibrating, as if a circle of villains were stepping on his neck, swinging a sledgehammer all the time.

But his sacrifice was worth it.

The huge "butterfly" seemed to be drunk, swaying its wings in mid-air, and actually wrapped itself into a green spiny cocoon-like thing.

It broke a few unlucky tree branches and fell to the ground with a muffled "thunk" sound.

Only then did Gawain realize why he had not seen it.

There is a light layer of fluorescent powder on the surface of this "cocoon", which looks very dim under the fluorescent light.

"But what to do with this thing?"

Looking at this thing, Gawain felt a little helpless. This is undoubtedly a very dangerous magical creature, although it is unknown why it appears in the Forbidden Forest.

Although it appears to have been hit so hard that it shrank into a ball, that doesn't mean it's harmless.

"Why don't you call me Professor Dumbledore? But this is the Forbidden Forest, and there is no way to contact him."

Gawain stood there, feeling tiredness slowly sweeping over him.

"Incarcerous."

After thinking for a moment, Gawain twirled his wand, pointed it at the strange cocoon, and shot out a rope.

Another one.

It wasn't until the rope was used to trap it so tightly that the appearance of the cocoon could no longer be seen, that Gawain stopped his frenzied movements, pointed at the strange cocoon with his wand, and let it float about two or three meters in front of him.

After solving the accident, Gawain returned to the castle smoothly.

As soon as he walked into the foyer, he heard the sound of "clang, clang, clang".

——It was Filch's old dog. He was holding a tattered broom in both hands, walking towards him with a high and a low look, his eyes seemed to be shining with red light. An already fat cat followed him step by step, its blue pupils narrowed into a thin line.

"Student! Stay up late at night! Sneak out of the castle! And bring contraband!"

Filch was panting and speaking word by word, as if he had seen some heaven-given treasure.

He came to the "cocoon" and stretched out his hands to grab it.

"Wait!"

Before Gawain had time to remind him, the "cocoon" suddenly shook violently.

"It's awake?!"

Instantly realizing what was happening, Gawain raised his wand sharply and blurted out "Stupefy"!

A red light shot toward the cocoon.

Its struggle was weaker.

"White! Why are you?! What is this!"

Only then did Filch see Gawain, whose head had been covered by a cocoon just now. He looked like he had just recovered from the shock, his face was red, and he said through gritted teeth.

"I want to know too! Stupefy! Go find the professor!"

Gawain kept adding spells to suppress the strange cocoon while shouting. The strength of the strange cocoon was so strong that it tried to break open its wings and almost pulled the rope out of shape.

"Which professor?"

Filch was stunned on the spot, his knuckles holding the broom turned a little white.

"Everyone! Bring anyone you can find!"

Gawain accelerated the time in his body again and entered a super-sensory state. He waved his wand continuously, and the ropes, mixed in the red light, flew towards the strange cocoon and wrapped it tighter.

Filch glanced at Gawain hesitantly, stamped his feet, and ran towards the castle.

After a while, rapid footsteps sounded.

"For Merlin's pram's sake! What the hell is this!"

Professor McGonagall ran and shouted, coming down the stairs two steps at a time. Gawain was afraid that she would accidentally fall to the ground. She was wearing pajamas and holding an empty plate in her right hand. Her face turned pale because of shock or anger.

"I don't know either, Professor McGonagall, I met it in the Forbidden Forest!"

As he spoke, Cocoon struggled even more fiercely, and Gawain quickly made up for two more and fell unconscious.

"Merlin's cardigan!"

Professor Flitwick's high-pitched voice sounded, but Gawain turned his head, but could not see where he was.

"White, let go and leave it to me."

Professor McGonagall has arrived in the foyer, standing in front of the cocoon, and took out the wand from her waist with her right hand.

"Okay, Professor."

Gawain raised three fingers on his free left hand and counted down, "1!" and he backed away sharply.

The sound of "rustling" sounded, and the monster quickly broke free from the ropes wrapped around it, revealing its huge body like a butterfly. It paused in mid-air and shook its head, as if thinking about where it was.

"Merlin...why did the Winged Demon appear in the Forbidden Forest!"

Professor McGonagall exclaimed softly, but her hands did not slow down.

Many ropes shot out from the top of her wand and turned into silver iron chains in mid-air, tightly trapping the monster she called the "Winged Demon" into a ball.

A ray of red light shot out from the stairs, accurately passed through the gap between Professor McGonagall's iron chains, and shot straight at the curling-winged demon. It was like a giant hammer being slammed down, causing it to violently struggle. A stiff moment!

It's Professor Flitwick!

Gawain had never seen him so angry.

His messy beard was tangled into a ball, and his eyebrows stood up!

"Minerva!"

Professor Flitwick shouted, and his wand fired another red light, controlling the crouching demon. Taking this opportunity, Professor McGonagall flicked her wrist, and the chains disappeared into the air, but a huge metal cage appeared out of thin air.

She thrust her wand forward fiercely, and the cage fell from the sky, covering the curled-winged demon tightly.

"Filius! Come together!"

Professor McGonagall called to Professor Flitwick, raising her wand and then lowering it to the lower right, gracefully like a conductor of an orchestra. Professor Flitwick also understood what she meant and raised his wand diagonally.

Two rays of silver light shot out from the tip of their wand and converged on the metal cage.

It shrinks visibly.