The Mightiest Badger at Hogwarts

There were not a few people who wanted to follow Neville and go forward to check the situation.

But in the end, Neville only selected a few senior DA army members, including Ron and the boy whose teeth he knocked out earlier.

Several people walked towards the corridor ahead, stepping on the dancing moonlight.

As soon as they got closer, rhythmic slapping sounds and faint wailing sounds reached their ears.

This made several people's expressions look ugly. The sound reminded them of something bad, and their steps became messy and rapid.

Finally, as the terrifying sound became clearer and clearer, several people approached the half-open wooden door.

Neville carefully moved his body, leaning against the wall and looking into the gap in the door.

In the small stairwell, a huge voice was lying on the ground and kept stirring.

With every movement he made, crisp slapping sounds and weak wails would rhythmically sound from beneath him.

Neville tried hard to find the real source of the sound, and then he suddenly discovered that between the movements, a few strands of blond hair were trembling on the ground, and further down, the slender arms were weakening. The brick joints on the ground.

It was a white, slender, and beautiful arm.

But at this moment, the fingers at the end of the arm were already bloody.

Looking at that arm, Neville felt as if his heart had stopped beating, and his mind went blank. Only the scarlet claw marks from before were still shining in front of his eyes.

His eyes suddenly shrank, his mouth opened slightly, and hot air, as if it was filled with sparks, came out of his mouth.

And what was sprayed out together was a deafening roar:

"You bastard!"

boom--

A blazing scarlet beam of light burst out from the tip of Neville's staff, shattering the wooden door into powder and suddenly attacking the black shadow on the ground.

The next moment, the huge black shadow that was still struggling on the ground stopped for a moment, and actually pulled out the wand with a strange and agile movement, and dispelled the incoming disarming spell with a backhand move.

The air wave caused by the curse explosion lifted his hood that had been lowered due to 'exercise', revealing the ugly fat face hidden inside.

The pair of turbid eyes looked directly at Neville and the others. His face was a little surprised at first, but soon the corner of his mouth curled up into a sinister smile and he said:

"Ah, it's another group of brats who have thrown themselves into a trap. You guys are here..."

Before the hooded man finished speaking, several more spells of different colors struck him.

But the ones who launched the attack this time were Ron and others who had just reacted to the terrifying scene in front of them.

"...just right!"

As the last word came out of the hooded man's mouth, a translucent gray light flashed out from the tip of his staff, forming a light shield in an instant, which bounced back the incoming curse.

Ron and the others had great expressions on their faces. The training they had received in the DA army made them instinctively want to fly and roll to dodge, but the speed of the rebounding spell was actually a few minutes faster than where they launched it. It was not possible at all. No way to dodge.

At the critical moment, Neville suddenly stood in front of several people, and an armor protection spell also flashed out, blocking the incoming spell.

"Be careful, this guy used a counter-curse at the beginning. It's not a simple thing. He used a triangle formation!"

Neville's roar finally made the panicked Ron and others react.

They quickly formed a triangle with Neville as the center, and then raised their wands again.

The next moment, a large number of feints used sensual magic mixed with some body-shattering spells that condensed into substance and attacked the hooded man.

However, the huge and fat hooded man opposite showed agility beyond everyone's understanding.

I saw him constantly wandering in the barrage of spells, waving his wand from time to time, blocking one blow after another that was almost certain to hit the spell. His movements were smooth and easy, and he even said with a smile:

"What's the point of this? You are going to die anyway, so you might as well let me enjoy it before you die, hehe!"

The hooded man raised his wand with a grim smile.

But this time, what erupted from the tip of the staff was no longer a gray light for blocking, but a green light symbolizing death!

"Death Curse, let go!"

Neville roared furiously, desperately trying to block the curse.

But it was too late.

The green light shattered the curse barrage like lightning, leaving an afterimage on Neville's retina, and then imprinted it firmly on the chest of the person next to Neville, knocking him away.

"Puff-"

The body fell to the ground, causing a burst of smoke and dust.

Neville rushed over like crazy, poured out all the potion in his arms, and stuffed it into the man's mouth.

However, this is simply useless.

Because the light of life in the other person's eyes has long since faded.

The hooded man did not take advantage of this opportunity to attack, but waved his arms and laughed:

"Hey, hey - he's not going to die like this, is he? I deliberately kept my hand open and used [-]% of my magic power to torture him to death later. Why is he so fragile?"

Neville's movements faltered.

He stood up slowly, tilted his head and looked at the hooded man, his eyes flashing with blood.

Behind him, dense crowds of figures were shouting and approaching quickly.

It was Hermione and others who heard the noise here and came to support.

The smile on the hooded man's lips disappeared.

He could feel the murderous intent that penetrated deep into his bones from Neville, but in his opinion, it was nothing.

He spent his life in killing.

This has nothing to do with his profession. He is not an Auror or a striker. He just likes to enjoy the painful wails of others and the wonderful taste of the hot blood flowing out.

The ongoing riots in the wizarding world of France were certainly a carnival for him.

And the reason why he appears here is just because he went too far during the 'carnival' and was caught.

But that doesn't matter.

As long as you can continue to have your own 'happiness', the location doesn't matter at all.

So Neville's murderous intention was really nothing.

He had seen more hateful eyes and murderous intent, but these were part of his happiness. Neville's eyes, to some extent, could only make him feel more excited.

What really made him suddenly become serious was the approaching Gryffindors behind Neville.

He could feel that these students were not very strong.

But this number is too much, right?

Even the most powerful legendary wizard Grindelwald would have been besieged and defeated by the Magical Congress of the United States, let alone him?

So after just a brief observation of the opponent's number, he had already decided to retreat first.

But this is only temporary.

Next, he will follow these students all the way, and wait until they relax...

hey-hey--

Just thinking about the scene at that time made the hooded man tremble with excitement.

He slowly retreated towards the wall behind him. With his family magic, as long as he could reach there, he could turn into a shadow and get into the wall to retreat first.

This magic has helped him escape from danger countless times, although it was recently broken by the shadow man who always had a compassionate smile on his face.

But I think there shouldn't be any problem in dealing with these young boys.

Gu Yan</span>The hooded man was thinking about guilt, but he found a pulling sensation on his calf, pulling him firmly to prevent him from retreating any further.

He looked down in surprise and saw a bloody hand firmly grasping his ankle.

And the owner of that bloody hand, the almost inhuman girl who had been ravaged by him, was staring at him with eyes that were almost swollen and invisible.

The hooded man couldn't help but licked his mouth and said silently in his heart:

'Are you reluctant to leave me?It's okay, I'll be back soon! '

What he liked most in his life was a young girl. Her delicate skin and smooth hair always reminded him of the past.

Especially the girl in front of me is the best.

The only drawback is probably that he is a bit old, it would be better if he were younger.

Thinking this, he shook his calf with a grin, trying to shake the bloody hand away so that he could retreat as soon as possible.

What surprised the hooded man was that his shaking failed to shake the girl's hand away.

He didn't believe in evil and increased his strength.

However, this time, even though the girl's body had been lifted into the air by the huge force, the bloody hand still held his ankle firmly, making it impossible for him to take another step back.

The hooded man didn't understand. This girl's consciousness was already about to disappear. How did she get such power?

With hatred in his heart, he quickly raised his wand, ready to cut off the girl's hand.

But at this moment, a howling wind suddenly swept over.

When the hooded man raised his head, his vision was completely covered by red light.

He instinctively wanted to block.

He did succeed in making the move.

But this time the gathered red light was far beyond the limit he could bear, directly breaking through his defense and knocking the wand out of his hand.

Then Neville and others who had assembled not far away chanted the curse again.

A dense barrage was fired again, and the hooded man's huge body collapsed.

"Quick, quick, quick! Get a team of people to control him! Get a team of people to treat the wounded!"

Hermione shouted.

The people behind him did not care to enjoy the joy of defeating a powerful enemy. They hurriedly followed the order and rushed towards the girl and the hooded man. The remaining small group of people guarded the hooded man. Next to the body of the young boy who was hit with a killing curse.

Neville was among them.

Staring at the young man's pale face, Neville felt a constant stabbing pain in his heart, like needle pricks.

The boy who died was named Wade.

She is a seventh grader who is supposed to graduate this year.

Neville remembered him as a rather gloomy man who kept to himself, didn't talk much, didn't laugh much, and wasn't very well-liked.

After all these years, Neville had only seen his smile during the secret DA meeting.

This is extremely rare for a Gryffindor.

And today, he died here, never having the chance to graduate.

Neville took a deep breath, stood up and walked towards the stairwell.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw the girl lying on the ground.

The other party was completely unrecognizable, and Neville wouldn't even be able to recognize her gender if her obvious features weren't exposed.

The rest of the place was even more unbearable to look at, and Neville only glanced at it and turned away.

But the image of a group of girls who had learned healing skills from Madam Pomfrey, crying and helping her stuff some long things back into her body, was deeply imprinted in his mind.

To be honest, the word "miserable" alone cannot describe the girl's situation, but Neville could not find a word with a deeper meaning than "miserable".

So he remained silent, only his hand tightening on his wand.

Neville also knew this girl.

The characteristic is the butterfly-shaped hairpin on the opponent's head.

The style of the hairpin is very distorted and not good-looking at all. It is estimated that only the girl named Lani in the entire Hogwarts wears it.

Rani is beautiful.

She is the kind of girl who is beautiful and can dress up well.

And his personality is quite... wild and bold.

This brought her a lot of trouble.

Neville had heard other girls gathering together and secretly talking about Lani more than once, calling her coquettish and obscene.

And once these words reached Rani's ears.

Then those guys who gossip are often punished by Rani.

Unfortunately, the fist could not stop the spread of the message, so until now, when she is in seventh grade, she has become an image of a bad person in other people's mouths.

There was no doubt that Lani had been wronged, Neville believed it.

Because Lani was one of the few people who was willing to treat Neville as an equal during a time when Neville was deep in the quagmire of low self-esteem.

The question now is, why did Rani appear here in the middle of the night?

As if aware of Neville's doubts, a girl who was helping Lani clean up choked up and said:

"Lani...poor Lani? Didn't you go on a date with Joseph? Why are you lying here alone? Did that coward...did the coward abandon you and run away?"

"He didn't run away."

Neville's voice suddenly sounded, startling the girl.

"He's a hero."

Neville said again, then pointed at Lani on the ground.

Only then did the girl realize that Lani's swollen, almost invisible eyes were actually open all the time.

Looking up along Rani's line of sight, she saw the young man's body hanging from a rope on the high ceiling, swinging gently in the evening breeze.

The young man's body was in a more tragic state than Lani's. It had been cut into a blood-colored human stick, and his neck was slanted due to the thick rope. Only the old man with wide eyes looked at Lani.

Two lines of blood and tears were falling from those silent eyes.

Naturally, the hooded man had no reason not to enjoy the fresh and delicious Lani, and instead went to torture and kill the young man named Joseph.

It just so happens that Joseph is now like this again.

Then the truth of the matter is already obvious.

Joseph, who acted as a barrier to protect Lani, fought to the last moment.

"call--"

Neville took a deep breath and ignored the girl who was crying even more sadly because she found Joseph's body. Instead, he turned and walked in the direction of the hooded man.

One step, two steps, three steps...

As the distance between the two got closer, Neville had already raised his wand.

On the tip of the staff, a hazy green light is gradually flashing...