Hogwarts lazy snake

A little further away on the ground lay a white corpse, lying there quietly like an abandoned doll, exuding a mysterious aura.

Horn stared at the tattered cloak, as if he wanted to see the face under the cloak through the layers of fabric. He frowned slightly, his eyes revealing vigilance, raised the Colt and fired several shots at the tattered cloak.

His finger was tightly gripping the trigger, and every shot was fired with decisive force.

While firing, he muttered quietly: "I have never tried to blow up a school, but if a professor accidentally hits my bullet, it won't be my fault."

Harry and Ron, who heard the gunshots, didn't even bother to catch their breath and ran forward at a faster pace. Their faces were filled with anxiety and tension, with beads of sweat oozing from their foreheads.

Harry looked forward eagerly, his steps hurried and panicked; Ron gritted his teeth and followed Harry closely, holding Colt tightly in his hand.

Then they saw what Horn had just seen, and without hesitation they pulled out their Colts and shot at the strange, inhuman black cloak, just like Horn did.

Under the attack of bullets, the black cloaked figure kept changing positions at a dizzying speed. Sometimes it dodged to the left, sometimes it jumped to the right, as if it was fighting a life-and-death battle with Horn.

Every movement was accompanied by a faint black mist, which seemed to have life, twisting and entwining in the air.

The mist danced in the air like little black snakes, emitting an unsettling atmosphere. The black cloak was like a ghostly dancer, with a light and strange posture, and every movement was filled with a mysterious atmosphere.

Seeing this, Hagrid released the bowstring without hesitation, and a sharp arrow shot towards the black cloak like lightning.

The arrow drew a sharp arc in the air, carrying powerful force and precise aim.

Hagrid's eyes were focused and determined, his arm muscles tensed, and he pulled the bowstring hard.

The black-cloaked figure dodged the fatal blow with amazing agility.

The sharp arrow hit a big tree nearby, and the trunk was instantly penetrated, and wood chips flew everywhere and fell down. Hagrid's face showed a trace of annoyance, he gritted his teeth tightly, put another arrow on, and stared at the black cloak.

His brows were furrowed and veins bulged on his forehead, showing his anger and unwillingness.

After dodging Horn's attack, the Black Cloak thought he could deal with these little brats. However, the possessed Quirrell under the cloak continued to rush towards Hagrid and Horn at an unnatural speed.

Harry and Ron, who were caught up from behind, had no time to react to the sudden attack and were shot in the calf. Facing Horn, Harry and Ron aimed their Colts, as well as Hagrid, who was pulling the string with a fierce look in his eyes.

There was no way for the moment. After all, Quirrell was already weak. He had just sucked the blood of the unicorn and had not had time to digest it or deal with the curse. Therefore, he was not sure whether he could deal with the unknown weapon that posed a threat to him.

The black-cloaked figure seemed to be enraged and let out a sharp cry, the sound was like a sharp knife cutting through glass, causing pain in the eardrums. The figure flashed and disappeared instantly, leaving only a black afterimage and a pungent smell of sulfur.

Hagrid looked at the remaining traces on the ground with a serious expression, looking around vigilantly to prevent the other party from suddenly appearing. At the same time, he was also very angry about why these children were disobedient and rushed into danger.

His brows were furrowed, his eyes showing both worry and anger. He shouted, "Why are you here? Didn't I tell you to stay there and wait for me to come back? This guy is not easy to deal with. I don't know what kind of evil creature it is. It seems to have powerful magical powers and is very fast."

Hagrid's tone was rapid and stern, his hands tightly gripping the bow and arrow, his body slightly leaning forward, ready to respond to the enemy's attack at any time.

call out!

"Hagrid, we're worried about your danger, so we came here to see if you need any help." Harry said anxiously, his eyes full of concern.

Harry's face was full of anxiety, his eyes were fixed on Hagrid, and the Colt in his hand was shaking slightly.

"Harry be careful!"

Just when Harry was about to tell the reason why he came, he was knocked to the ground by Horn, and then he saw a spear stuck in the place where he had just been, with a corner of the school uniform that was pierced and torn off.

Just now, Horn was also using his glasses to look around, to prevent the hairless creature from jumping out again. As a result, what he wanted did not appear in his field of vision, but a spear suddenly appeared and attacked Harry directly.

Horn subconsciously pushed Harry aside.

However, it was still slower than the speed of the flying spear. The moment it hit Harry, the spear pierced through the hem of Horn's clothes and nailed to the ground along Horn's calf.

"Horn, are you okay? How are you?" Harry was frightened when he saw the spear on the ground. His face was pale and his eyes were full of panic. Then he immediately checked Horn beside him and asked anxiously.

Harry's hands were shaking and his eyes were filled with worry and fear.

"Yeah, I haven't reacted yet. I was scared to death just now. How are you, Horn?"

Ron also ran to Horn and squatted down, his face full of worry, and he was anxious to check the situation. Ron's brows were furrowed, his eyes were fixed on Horn's wound, and his face showed anxiety.

Hagrid also saw the thrilling scene just now, and hurriedly retreated to the side of the children, drawing his bow and arrow, staring ahead vigilantly.

His expression was serious, and his eyes revealed tension. "Horn, is the injury serious? This is the weapon of the centaurs in the Forbidden Forest. The centaurs must have heard the noise and are coming over. Be careful. Centaurs are generally not very friendly to wizards."

Hagrid looked at the wooden spear sticking on the ground and gave instructions without turning his head. Hagrid's eyes scanned the surroundings vigilantly, his fingers tightly gripping the bowstring, ready to shoot at any time.

Suddenly, a "clacking" sound came from the direction where the spear had just flown. It was the sound of horsemen's horses' hooves coming closer and closer.

This crisp and rhythmic sound is like a mysterious drumbeat, hitting people's heartstrings one by one.

The "dead sound" became clearer and clearer.

When Harry heard the voice, the only thing in his mind was the scene of Horn rushing over him and saving him. He angrily pointed the Colt in the direction where the voice came from.

His eyes burned with anger, his lips were tightly pursed, Harry's body was shaking slightly, his finger tightly gripping the trigger of the Colt, ready to shoot at any time.

As the sound of horse hooves got closer, several tall figures appeared in front of everyone. The leading centaur was burly, with shiny black hair, and his eyes revealed anger and majesty.

He was the centaur Bain. Beside him, there were several other centaurs who were equally impressive. They were holding bows, arrows, spears and other weapons in their hands, and they looked at Horn and others vigilantly.

Bane's face was full of anger, his eyes were wide open, as if they were about to spit fire. Bane's body was tall and majestic, he held the spear tightly in his hand, his eyes were full of anger and vigilance.

Harry saw the centaurs and shouted angrily, "You guys attacked us indiscriminately! You almost hurt us just now!"

Harry's face flushed red, his eyes burning with anger, and he pointed at the centaur and shouted accusations.