Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 253: The battle at the back door of the castle

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To be honest, Mr. Filch is in a mixed mood now.

He was the first person to witness Mad-eye Moody's battle with the Black Death, and so far, he is the only one.

For a dumb gun, the wizard's battle is always his most enviable and also the most annoying thing, especially he, Argus Filch, a dumb gun whose parents are both wizards.

He once resented his parents and himself, but as he got older, his resentment also faded unconsciously over time.

But the fact that he is a dumb gun is always the deepest scar in his heart.

Because he, like all children born in wizarding families, was full of illusions about all kinds of magic. Unlike other little wizards, his fantasy has been with him for decades.

Recalling the first twenty years of his life, it seems to be the epitome of his life to this day.

Before the age of magic riots came, he was born in a wizarding family with full expectations of the mystery of magic; after the age of magic riots passed, he slowly despaired in anxiety and depression.

That seems to be the dividing line of his first twenty years, dividing his joy and pain so clearly, as if it was the day he met Dumbledore at the Pig’s Head Bar, dividing his life into two.

He didn't know what Dumbledore thought. He only knew that Dumbledore's appearance made him understand his desire for the magical world.

After Apollon Pringle retired, he took over the key to the Hogwarts administrator's office and moved into Hogwarts Castle with a completely different identity from his childhood imagination.

This stay has lasted for thirty years.

He just wants to get closer and closer to this fantastic castle... He wants to use his life to touch the dream he longed for when he was a child.

However, as the days and years passed, watching the little wizards enrolling and graduating in batches, he was still a dumb gun. From the very beginning, there has been no change.

Gradually, he spent more and more time wandering in the castle, and he became more and more enthusiastic about arresting students who violated school regulations, and even eager to restore the old school system and hang those students on the ceiling to punish them. .

Because in his opinion, those little **** who don't understand the rules and don't study well should be punished! Punish hard!

Yeah! He is jealous! He felt jealous from the bottom of his heart!

He is jealous of those little **** who are obviously talented, but all day long he only knows to play and only knows to cause trouble... If you don't want it, why not give me your talent? why?

Obviously, you can use magic with a little effort; and I have been learning it for so many years, but I still have no hope?

I just want to take my wand and wave it to make a feather float a few inches. Is it that difficult?

I just want to use the tip of the stick to tap the crucible to make the recipe work. Is it that difficult?

I just want to see a little black smoke in the crystal ball. Is it that difficult?

I just want to open a magic book... Is it that difficult?

But the reality told him that he could only read books like "History of Modern Magic" and "Guide to Dream Interpretation" that had nothing to do with magic, and nothing more.

To this day, Filch is still working hard. Whenever he has free time, he read books without magic, secretly took out his wand and waved it when he returned to the office, and even reported to the correspondence class to study secretly even if it was useless. Not reconciled to give up.

Leaning against the door panel of the back door, Filch still crouched back as usual, staring at the battle between the crazy eye and the dark dead on the lake.

They are getting closer and closer, close at hand... but is he scared?

No, not at all!

If possible, he would rather die in the hands of those evil and fearful Death Eaters, which is at least a thousand times stronger than the regret of silent death with a "dumb cannon".

This is just because he loves magic in his heart, which will never change for the rest of his life.

Hogwarts is the most sacred piece of land in his mind.

"Who?"

Filch, who was in a trance in the memory, suddenly heard a rush and messy footsteps coming from the aisle inside the door.

He picked up the lantern by his feet, raised his leg and walked in. His cat, Mrs. Loris, followed his footsteps and walked beside him.

"Who is there?"

The dry and hoarse voice reverberated in the hallway, and the footsteps suddenly stopped.

The masters of the footsteps are naturally Harry and Ron.

They passed Hermione who was leaning against the wall like the wind, and immediately stopped after hearing Filch's voice, as if subconsciously turning around and trying to escape.

"Station"

Filch had already seen the faces of Harry and Ron, and instantly recognized these two little **** who were always troublesome.

The word "live" rolled over his mouth, but he swallowed it back.

Filch glanced back at the door, then he ran into the aisle and drove Harry and Ron towards the auditorium like a duck.

"...Okay! I'm going to put you in the commemorative cup showroom and put on a month's trophy!"

Filch's voice echoed in the corridor, still so hoarse, still so hysterical, as if every student who violated the school rules was his enemy.

Hermione, who was standing by the corridor, glanced in the direction Filch was leaving, and then walked gently to the door.

"Boom!"

There was a sudden explosion outside, and Hermione was shocked, and then she saw an incredible picture.

That was Moody, he had already retreated from the lake to the dock of the underground dock, and the black dead man was hitting the ground hard, splashing a large piece of rubble and broken bricks.

Hermione withdrew her head quickly, and then she was in shock and thought.

I took a look at the situation outside, and then there was an enemy sneak attack, and Moody was blocking the opponent.

But, what is it that is at war with Moody?

After calming her mind, she poked her head out again and watched the battle outside with trepidation.

Moody seems to be struggling. He keeps casting spells and trying to repel the opponent to keep the distance, but the opponent's power seems to be extraordinarily strong, and the resistance to magic is even more incomprehensible.

With the impact of beams and flames, Moody’s sophistication has kept his spell from failing once, but at most he can only knock the opponent back a few steps, sometimes even a little shake. Flashed.

Although the distance between them is still more than twenty feet, if this continues, the first person who can't hold it will be Mad-Eye Moody.

Moody frowned irritably, his magic eye and the other normal eye were staring at the black dead man. Although the wand in his hand was wobbly, the tip of the wand was always pointed at the enemy.

He didn't know that Dumbledore had actually erected a defensive barrier, covering almost the entire castle. In fact, as long as he retreats into the corridor of the back door, it will be much easier.

So, he has been stiffening, even if the operation of his magic power is a bit stagnant right now, even if his physical strength is a little bit unable to keep up.

But he only knows that he can no longer retreat, he must block the opponent here.

"Oops!"

Moody's intact eyes suddenly glared, and his heart suddenly burst, because he suddenly felt that his feet were awkward, and then he lost his balance.

"Be careful!"

"Boom!"

Hermione’s scream and a muffled crash sounded one after the other. She saw Moody fall back, saw Moody’s wand crooked, and saw the magical beam rubbing against the black air. The guy's head shot out.

Then she saw that Moody was punched on the shoulder by the weird guy, flew straight toward her, and then fell heavily on the wall.

"Go back!"

Moody, who was leaning on the outside wall of the door, barely turned his head, and immediately saw Hermione who had taken a step subconsciously. He immediately shouted, but then he coughed out a big mouthful of blood.

Moody's left shoulder was completely twisted, but he didn't feel the pain.

Moody, who has suffered multiple serious injuries, knows very well ~IndoMTL.com~ In this case, it will take a while for the severe pain to come.

Without hesitation, he immediately raised the wand firmly held in his right hand, and cast a spell again, trying to buy the last time for the girl.

Hermione stunned at the door in a panic. She kept thinking, but her heart became more and more confused. Yes, she always suffers from this problem when she is facing a crisis.

"What should I do? Is there any way? What should I do?"

She didn't think about running away, as if the word hadn't been in her dictionary.

"...Is there anything else I can use? What would Maca do if this happens?" She kept muttering in a low voice, Moody's roar seemed to be blocked by her.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up suddenly.

"Maca...Maca! That's right!"

Hermione immediately reached into her arms and took out the two remaining potions of the birthday present Maca gave her.

Immediately afterwards, she quickly raised one of the potions and smashed it towards the monster with all her strength.

"Wala Bang"

A fluffy blue flame suddenly splashed out, like a cloud of exploded sun, bursting out a dazzling and hot light in front of the black death.

The flames that made it difficult to look at directly attached to the magical black gas of the Black Death, and blazed ablaze, turning the Black Death into a bright blue fireman.

Moody's eyes rounded, gritted his teeth and waved his wand again, blasting it back a few steps, but the monster continued to rush towards this side without realizing it.

"Is it useless?"

Moody and Hermione both held their breaths, staring unblinkingly at the monster coming straight in, but after running a few steps, they swayed and their pace slowed down at the same time.