Chapter 931

Of course, Haier Bo can sense the fluctuation of magic, but it doesn't mean that his men can also.

Neville covered his mouth and watched the monster float by not far in front of him, and then floated all the way down the street to the other end.

His grandmother pulled Neville until she couldn't see each other. With a slight crackle disappearing into the scope of the silencing spell, the two disappeared from under the big tree.

The phantom movement gives people the feeling that the whole body is stuffed into a long, twisted leather tube. To tell you the truth, even if you are used to this feeling, you will hate it.

And if someone shows up with his entourage, the feeling of dizziness and squeezing is even more obvious.

As soon as he emerged from an alley, Neville suddenly opened his mouth and took a breath of fresh air, forcing down the discomfort that seemed to be spitting out on the spot at the next moment.

Unfortunately, the next situation gave him no time to calm down the spinning feeling that day.

Suddenly, Neville was dragged by his grandmother.

He was still dizzy in his head and couldn't stand steadily under his feet. But even so, he had to be pulled straight forward by his grandmother, even if he didn't know where he was and what happened.

Suddenly he looked back and realized why Grandma had dragged him out of the place in a hurry - because a monster was standing behind the position where he had just been.

If the magic body spell on their body hadn't been working at the moment, they would have been looked at by the monster as soon as they appeared, wouldn't they?

Neville, who had covered his mouth before coming over, found that he didn't have to loosen his palm.

After grandma hurried out of this seemingly familiar alley, they suddenly turned a corner, and soon Neville saw the old red brick department store located on the roadside.

It turned out that the lane just now was actually near the entrance of St. mungo. No wonder he felt familiar.

Before entering Hogwarts, Neville often followed his grandmother to accompany his parents - yes, because his parents lived here too long, their arrival can no longer be called "visiting".

Even after school, Neville will not forget to come here during holidays. Sometimes he came with his grandmother, and sometimes... For example, in recent years, he would come alone and sit by his parents' bed for a while.

It's just that he came so often that he hardly ever went to that alley, that is, he "occasionally looked at it when passing by".

Just because of the familiar alley, Neville came to the window with his grandmother soon. But grandma standing in front just looked at the dummy model inside and didn't reach out to knock on the glass.

Neville subconsciously turned back and looked at the street.

There are no Muggles here.

People seem to have run and fallen, and there is no more noise in weekdays.

Because of the sudden incident, all kinds of messy personal belongings remained on the snow paved street, making the street look messy.

However, it was because there were no Muggles running in panic in the street that it became particularly quiet. In this way, the monsters wandering silently in the streets become more prominent.

Neville knew that entering St. Mungo required knocking on the glass and talking to the dummy inside. Maybe, grandma, she was thinking about what to do so that she could not transmit the voice of the dialogue to the monster when the dummy heard it.

If they can, they can at least go to St. Mungo to hide first - it is undoubtedly a good place for emergency refuge.

But just then, two screams suddenly sounded from one end of the street, and then he felt that the panic cry was getting closer and closer to him.

Was someone attacked? Why does it suddenly ring? If you can escape in a street full of monsters, it's probably not Muggles.

Three thoughts flashed through Neville's mind. He was kind-hearted and couldn't help but want to see it.

However, the fear of those monsters still lingered in his heart, making him want to help each other, but he couldn't lift his feet.

However, it was not long before he found that this unanswered question suddenly escalated!

"Help -"

"... who will help us!"

But at the corner of the street ahead, two figures suddenly flashed out and entered Neville's vision.

There were two young wizards, a man and a woman. They were all wearing thick coats and kept waving their wands, releasing the flame of spells.

To their despair, not only did the spell have little effect, but the number of monsters chasing them was also increasing with the distance they ran.

Seriously, it's lucky to be surrounded until now.

Because Neville and her grandmother Augusta were both under the phantom spell, the two did not realize their existence. And this is also clear in Neville's heart at the moment.

Seeing that the other party is about to pass in front of him... This is such a close multiple-choice question, but its options seem out of reach.

In an instant, the sentence that Grandma had just said a short time ago was placed in front of Neville at the same time with the two frightened faces.

"Help! Is anyone there? We need help..."

"Remember, we can't do anything now!"

"Help us!"

"Do you think this will make you look less' cowardly '?"

"Anyone?"

"You're afraid - cowardly soft egg!"

Clearly, it was only the moment when the two figures crossed in front of him, but it seemed as if two voices were alternating in his ears, constantly stirring his tight nerves.

That second seemed longer than the life he had spent so far.

"I don't want to die -"

When the two side faces distorted by fear and fatigue flashed before Neville's eyes, the young witch was full of desperate cries, as if they had exploded in his ears.

"Call God's guard!"

The previous Auror and his grandmother chose to use the patron saint curse when dealing with that monster, so Neville subconsciously chose this curse at this time.

However, although he has practiced it many times according to Maka's data, he has never been able to summon the entity patron saint.

Yes, even with continuous practice, he can release more and more silvery white light and fog and solidify it again and again, but he has never summoned his own patron saint.

Not even once.

Today, although Neville felt different from the past when he recited the mantra, the sudden outbreak of will also condensed the silver white light and fog into a ball of light

But you can't say that your patron saint is actually a ball?

However, the good news is that even if it is not the patron saint of the entity, the sufficiently solid silver white light ball obviously has a good intensity. When he slammed into the nearest monster, he knocked it down directly.

Not the entity patron saint, we can't let it move freely only by spiritual will, but we need to take the initiative to control it like the ordinary light fog form.

Neville, who made up his mind to rush out, did not panic as usual, but was much calmer than just now.

Instead of paying attention to the two wizards running behind him, he continued to wave his wand, focused his attention and controlled the cohesive light.

"Bang!"

When Neville waved his wand and knocked another monster away, he didn't find that grandma standing aside showed a faint smile at this time.

As Neville's grandmother, when her son and daughter-in-law were tortured crazy by death eaters with the heart drilling curse, she never showed her grief. In front of her grandson, she was calm and strict.

Of course, she knew that Neville's shyness, clumsiness and introversion were due to the long-term depression caused by his parents' dementia, but she never thought of cherishing Neville like ordinary people.

What she did was to constantly reprimand Neville for his cowardice, educate him with his parents' sacrifice, and even scold him for being unworthy of his parents' children.

His parents are heroes, and he seems to be just a pool of mud that can't be helped up.

To tell the truth, this can never be said to be a good way of education, but the old lady longbarton, who has been strict with herself all her life, is only willing to use this method to educate her only grandson.

Because I believe that Neville can break free from the shackles of his own hands and become a hero who will not lose to his parents.

And now

"Call God's guard!"

She took a step and stood next to Neville, with her wand straight ahead.

In fact, although Neville broke out with unprecedented courage, he also cast the patron saint curse that surpasses ordinary wizards. But in the face of so many formidable enemies, his action is just a drop in the bucket.

Therefore, after appreciating the posture of getting rid of the cowardly Neville, Augusta stood up in time!

In a trance, Neville suddenly found that a silver white animal rushed out of his side - the little guy was not big, but he moved quickly and with amazing momentum, in which he could even feel a fearless power.

He glanced at his side. Sure enough, it was his grandmother.

I still remember that Professor McGonagall had a conversation with grandma when grandma went to Hogwarts. At that time, he thought that they were probably classmates or friends.

Can you say that her grandmother is actually a very powerful witch?

When Neville's mind flashed such an idea, the patron saint of old lady longbarton had rushed to a monster and waved his front paw from the front without hesitation.

A flash of silver light flashed, bringing up several wisps of black fog like ink