Chapter 885

"Ah! Just now... What was that noise?"

In the dark corridor, three or five students are close together. At the moment, one of the little boys suddenly screamed, which immediately frightened the others.

"Neville, aren't you Gryffindor's? Senior, senior, elder brother... Help me. Go and see what's there..."

The little man is a hutch patch. He's just in second grade this year. He has been afraid of the dark since childhood. He is even more timid than girls in such a place where he can hardly reach his fingers.

However, he was asking the wrong person this time, because the tall Neville didn't seem to be any better than him.

Just because it was too dark around, he couldn't see Neville's frightened and uncertain face!

"Oh... Well, I..."

Neville's mouth trembled. Before he could speak, suddenly the voice flashed through everyone's ears again.

"Click -"

Yes, that's the sound just now! Who the hell is there?

At the moment of hearing the news, almost everyone couldn't help taking a step back, but Neville didn't move. This is not because he suddenly became bolder, but because there are people around him now!

"... stand behind me, Hannah."

Even though he couldn't even speak quickly, Neville stepped out in front of the girl while a chill rose in his heart.

Even if he had no bottom in his heart and no matter how frustrated his tongue was, his hands and feet didn't seem to tremble.

But without waiting for his voice to settle, a figure in the distance suddenly appeared under the torch over there. From here, we can barely see that it is a wizard in a black felt coat, and it seems that the other party is holding a magic wand in his hand.

"Except - you - Wu - Qi."

Before several students here could react, a red light suddenly flashed across the corridor and came straight to them.

Neville is the fastest - he can swing his wand even faster than someone who wants to run away for the first time.

Since he was one of the most hardworking members of R.A., despite his panic prone nature, he has actually been quite skilled in dealing with magic spells.

At this moment, Neville drew a circle in front of him like a conditioned reflex.

"Armor!"

After reading Maka's spell analysis materials and repeating exercises, his body is even faster than his brain.

"Bang!"

With a brilliant red streamer scattered, the other party's disarming curse was blocked by him in time.

"When the opponent's spell has been cast, but the middle distance is enough, you can use the armor spell. If the armor spell is not broken after a blow, you will get the most valuable opportunity in the duel -"

As just said, when his defense was successful, Neville couldn't help muttering to himself. What he said was actually a little trick in Maka's notes.

Unfortunately, although he can practice many coping styles, he has no talent for "how to make good use of opportunities" which focuses on creativity and ideas.

"Er - take the initiative... No, forget it..."

Neville knew that there was no time for him to think more, and he also knew that he didn't have the ability to judge on the spot, so he gave up guessing in an instant.

So, just as the guy's wand under the torch began to shine again, he tried his best to cast the next spell.

"There are many obstacles!"

In the passages about "obstacle curse" in Maka's materials, a short sentence inspired Neville - he took that sentence as his own practical truth when he was very aware of his weakness.

And that sentence goes like this:

"Indecisive obstacle curse!"

In Marca's view, the barrier spell is simply one of the best spells in all modern magic. Whether it is the speed of chanting, the effective time or the track of waving the staff, it is extremely concise and efficient, so he often uses it himself.

Sure enough, the opponent's speed of waving his wand immediately slowed down, so that even the spell at hand could not be accurately released, but "poof" hit the wall.

In this way, Neville had more time to think.

However, of course, the consequence of casting fast is usually that the duration is too short and the power is quite limited. Neville's head, just a little more room, still can't figure out anything.

Obviously, he knew it himself.

"There are many obstacles!"

If the duration is not enough, renew it!

Another obstacle spell fell on the black coat, making the other party's movement slower. Neville looked here, probably because he didn't turn his head, which made him subconsciously take time to glance behind him.

Well, Hannah was looking at herself in surprise - it's not worth walking here today. But what's the matter with the hufflepuffs in the back? Why do you just look here and don't bring me to help?

"Well... What... All petrified!"

It seemed that the little boy who was more timid than him had a stiff appearance, which suddenly inspired Neville. He turned his head again, and a whole body restraint curse fell on the "black coat" who was about to break away from the second obstacle curse.

The next second, just barely lifted the other side of the wand, he fell on his back on the floor with a slap and stopped moving.

"Oh! It's worthy of being Gryffindor's senior, but it's really great!"

"All right? Can I open my eyes?"

"Does the hero save the United States? Hannah seems to be standing behind him?"

A mess of praise sounded from the little badgers around. Everyone was thumbing up, just like a group of ducklings quacking around their mother.

But soon, one of them was very cold:

"Should we... Go back?"

However, Neville looked straight into the back corridor - unfortunately, the torches went out as they walked all the way. Please help yourself if you want to go back in the dark!

In this corridor where the light will be sucked away by the wall, there is no lighting except torches.

Shaking his head, Neville suddenly pointed the wand forward and said in a deep voice:

"Let's move on!"

His voice seemed to have been mixed with the smell of death.

……

When Neville was walking carefully in the "dark magic corridor" arranged by Maka in order to test her courage with Hannah EBO, Harry and Ron had gone through three interesting greenhouses and returned to the open space outside.

"I can't imagine that Professor spruot put so many jumping bulbs in the fourth greenhouse... If it weren't for today, I would feel very savage in my life! Remember, I was kicked by that little thing in the fourth grade..."

Harry was talking excitedly to Ron, from the jumping bulbs drunk with Mead and coated with various natural dyes to the unknown talking straw next to the last exit. He looked very happy.

Ron's mood seems to be getting better because of the lively plants in the greenhouse. Although he just casually echoed Harry's words, at least his expression was much more relaxed than in recent days.

Suddenly, Harry, who was still talking about beating toadstools, suddenly raised his hand and pointed to the edge of the Christmas forest ahead.

"Look! Ron... It seems that a lot of people are going that way," he looked at it, and then his eyes brightened. "That should be the direction of Hagrid's cabin? Let's go and have a look..."

After that, Harry grabbed RON in a hurry, then excitedly bypassed the gorgeous Christmas forest from one side, and then saw Hagrid's hunting house, which had always seemed a little lonely.

However, today's cabin is obviously very different from usual.

However, Hagrid's house was wrapped with a kind of green vines, which covered up its rustic atmosphere. After the vines filled the house, they spread out along the ground, leaving only a winding slate road to the wooden door of the hut.

It is worth mentioning that, just above the hut, a wooden signboard larger than the house itself is obliquely inserted on the roof, with two lines of large characters that will change their colors:

"In this wonderful Christmas --"

"Revel with the magical creatures!"

Before Ron could recover, Harry grabbed his clothes again and hurried to the door to line up. Because he is curious now - where are the "magical creatures" written on the big board? Can't... The hut is stuffed with all kinds of colored dandelions?

Look at his look of expectation, just like the Muggle teenagers in the amusement park, and most of the faces around here are filled with a smile that is not much different from him.

It can be seen that both the magic world and the Muggle world are actually the same.

At present, heavy snow is still floating in the air, falling on everyone's hats and shoulders, but it can't quench the joy in the hearts of the little wizards.

Think this is the morning. Even most of the students haven't gone to the auditorium for breakfast. How lively it would be if the whole Hogwarts Christmas activities were opened in the afternoon or at night!

Miriam, who was just brought here by Maka a a few days ago, is standing in front of a window hole in the castle upstairs, quietly looking at everything in the school court outside.

She just felt as if a large area of vitality and vitality continued to rush and beat heavily on her face. This fresh impact was determined to be something she had never felt in the organization in the past.

"AHAS... Do you think such a school is more suitable for children without families like us than grandpa Raven?"

Beside her, AHAs, the shadow man who came with her a few days ago... He chose silence.