Chapter 386： harry potter flying sword

Chapter 386 Harry Potter, the Flying Sword

The World of Harry Potter, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Boom!

Under the deafening thunder, bolts of lightning cut through the dark night sky. The sudden storm made the bright lights of the school dimmer.

Lightning, thunder, and thunderstorms are happening outside, while the wind is blowing indoors, and lights and shadows are flickering. There is a faint mysterious atmosphere of revival of taboo existence.

In addition to some incidents and rumors that happened in the school recently, the faces of the young wizards who had just finished their evening classes turned pale, and the little wizards who used to be alone in the past also followed the big team and returned to their dormitory.

On the wooden corridor of the teaching building where the flames flickered and the thunder flashed, the first-year wizard freshmen of two men and one girl walked hurriedly. The three little ones were all dressed in black freshman wizard robes, and the girl among them walked in the front with a book.

"Hey, Hermione, why are you walking so fast tonight?"

A little wizard with a pockmarked face looked at the fluffy blond hair swinging in front of him, and couldn't help but complain.

"Isn't my pace always like this? You two are walking too slowly, Ron and Harry!" The little witch Hermione didn't slow down at all, let alone stop, as if she couldn't wait to return to the dormitory .

"Is there?" Harry subconsciously raised his glasses on the bridge of his nose, revealing a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead between his bangs.

"Yes, is there?" Ron first tilted his head in doubt, and then laughed suddenly, "I see, you are scared, right Hermione, after all, such horrible incidents happened to students recently..."

Don't wait for him to finish speaking.

The little witch Hermione who was walking in front immediately stopped and clenched her small fists like an angry lioness. She forced Ron and Harry who were walking behind to stop, and was about to refute.

But at this time.

Boom!

A thunderbolt fell from the sky and exploded near the lake outside the school. The dazzling light instantly illuminated the corridor like daytime!

The hearts of all three jumped.

Hermione pursed her lips, her delicate doll-like face turned pale.

Fortunately, neither Harry nor Ron saw her embarrassment. After all, Ron was so frightened that he almost jumped up on the spot as if his foot had been stepped on.

Ron hugged Harry's hand next to him, and tremblingly said: "You say, is the rumor three days ago true? A sword killed Quirrell who taught black magic in the principal's room, and Many successive principals of the photo album are calling that person's name."

"Voltage..." Harry continued.

"do not!"

"Harry, don't say that person's name!" Hermione and Ron were shocked again, and hurriedly reminded Harry not to say the name of the dark wizard, which is equivalent to a taboo in the wizarding world.

Under the lens, Harry's eyes shone with wisdom: "That man is not dead yet, he should be the one who killed Mr. Quirrell!"

Ron couldn't help but said: "However, wizards generally use magic items such as staffs and brooms, and some tame magical creatures. It's too strange to use swords."

"It's just that you haven't seen it."

Hermione snorted softly, and straightened her small, fair chin, "It's recorded in the books. In the wizarding world, it's not uncommon to make magic items into various styles and forms. For example, the founder of Hogwarts many years ago One of them, the dueling master Godric Gryffindor, once had a magic weapon in the shape of a sword, which is also a very famous Gryffindor sword in the wizarding world..."

Speaking of this, her voice became smaller and smaller until she froze.

Ron and Harry also looked at each other, and the three seemed to have inadvertently discovered a corner of the truth about the murder incident at the college a few days ago!

"It must be, it must be like that!" Harry stroked the lightning wound on his forehead, and deduced in a firm tone: "Three days ago, Voldemort must have sneaked into the school and stole the sword of Gryffindor from the headmaster's office. I was just curious. Teacher Luo went to find the principal, ran into Voldemort, and was killed by Voldemort with the Gryffindor sword!"

"Very likely." Ron nodded.

Hermione frowned slightly, feeling something was wrong.

Is the truth really like this?

At this time.

"what-!"

A woman's sharp scream came from somewhere in the corridor, but it didn't go very far in the night, and was covered by the thunder and rain outside.

"It's Moaning Myrtle!"

Ron and Harry were still in a state of horror, but Hermione had already taken a direct step towards the place where the scream came from.

"Hermione, wait!" The other two could only keep up.

When the three of Hermione broke into an abandoned bathroom that screamed, they saw a girl's pale and transparent soul shivering in a single bathroom.

"Myrtle, what did you see? What are you afraid of?" Hermione asked loudly.

"Sword, sword, a sword that can fly by itself..." Myrtle cried and choked up, transparent tears falling drop by drop.

"Sword?" Hermione was stunned.

"Hey, are you kidding me!"

Ron and Harry, who also broke into the abandoned bathroom, were looking into the depths of the bathroom in astonishment.

Hermione cast her eyes over there, and saw that in the middle of the bathroom, a metal pillar that was originally hugged by three people was cut off at the middle, revealing a deep hole leading down to nowhere.

The cross-section of the pillar is as smooth as a mirror, and you can imagine in your mind that there is a strong and rough sword that can easily cut it open!

"He... went in!"

Harry stepped forward quickly, and came to the deep cave entrance, where a wide slideway slanting downward appeared.

Thinking for a second, a look of hatred flashed in Harry's eyes, and he said decisively: "Hermione, Ron, go and notify the teacher. I'll follow! Don't let him run amok in school again!"

Without waiting for Hermione and the two to respond, Harry turned over and jumped into the hole, and disappeared into the downward slide in the blink of an eye.

"Harry!"

Hermione and Ron were taken aback, lying down at the hole and looking down.

"Hermione, what should we do now?" Ron was so anxious that he was about to cry.

"What else can I do. You go and inform Principal Dumbledore and Professor Snape, and I will stop Harry!" Hermione said, turning over and jumping into the hole of the chute.

…

At this time, the principal's office.

A gray-haired but energetic old man sat on a chair. In front of the desk, stood a middle-aged female professor and a middle-aged male professor in a black floor-length robe.

"It's been three days, and I haven't found the whereabouts of that sword." The middle-aged man said gloomyly: "I suggest that you set up protective and warning spells everywhere in the school. In addition, tell all the students to be careful. Flying sword."

"Don't worry, Professor Snape." The middle-aged female professor said: "Now, we can't fully judge whether the holy sword fell into the hands of the bad guy."

"But." Professor Snape frowned.

"Okay, okay." Principal Dumbledore waved his hand, persuaded the two college professors, and said softly: "The Ministry of Magic has found out. Quirrell is a Death Eater, and he is under that person."

Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief, and said with relief: "So. It was the Holy Sword that killed the Death Eater Quirrell, and expelled that person's soul."

As the dean of Gryffindor College, that sword is of great significance to her and the college.

"Well, there are obviously many mysteries we don't know about the Gryffindor sword, but it did attack the man's men."

Headmaster Dumbledore pondered for a while: "I think we can wait and see what happened to the holy sword."

Right at this moment, a panicked voice came from outside the principal's room:

"Principal, the sword, that sword appeared!"

(end of this chapter)