A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 245: Magic Riot

"What the **** do you want? I told you, any treatment has risks!" said the man's voice.

"But you promised me that! What did you say? Everything was fine - and Frank and Alice were in a coma for two weeks, coughing up blood," said the grandmother's voice.

"What can I do? You think from my point of view, those experts in the newspaper are holding on to my sore feet, I must hurry up to get the test data——"

"Experimental data? That's two lives! They are my son and daughter-in-law, and they are the parents of Neville's child! Felix Haip, you are Neville's teacher!"

Neville's heart seemed to have been soaked in cold water, it was not warm at all, and his stomach was churning constantly. His fist couldn't help clenching.

The bad man said: "I also hope that everything goes well, but accidents are inevitable. Think about it carefully, they just changed from moving corpses to motionless corpses, isn't there much difference?"

Neville's eyes turned red, his teeth were chattering, how dare he say that about his parents... How dare he!

But the grandmother's sad voice came: "I beg you, please make sure again, the matter is all caused by you, only you know best..."

The vicious man said, "I'm sorry, but I don't want to waste my time because I know best."

Grandma's voice became tough: "I was wrong, I shouldn't beg you, I will speak out and expose what you have done—"

The man sneered: "Ma'am, I want to remind you that your son and daughter-in-law were already sentenced to death by St. Mungo. People thank me."

"Really?" said the grandmother's voice sarcastically, "You care about your reputation, that's your weakness, but soon, the public will see who you really are, and you'll lose everything."

The man's voice became hesitant: "It's true to say this... reputation is a fine wine, but also a seductive poison. I am always attracted by its fragrance. So, how should I deal with you? ?”

"Forget it? It's too simple. I thought of a better idea. To be honest, I'm quite tired of you pestering me for so long. There are some spells that I have long wanted to try... Cruciatus Bone!"

"No, no..." Neville's eyes widened, his knuckles were white, and his face was full of fear. He heard the sound of his grandmother falling to the ground with a "bang", moaning "ho~ho~" because of the pain.

"No!"

The anger washed away all his sanity, and the door of the room exploded.

He saw two people in the ward, the man had a surprised expression on his face, his hand outstretched with his wand stopped in mid-air, an old woman fell to the ground, and her pointed hat fell lifelessly on the ground.

"Grandmother!" Neville ran over, trying to help his grandmother's head, but she immediately showed a pained expression. He stopped at a loss, looked at the culprit in front of him, his wand was still pointing at her: "Stop! Professor."

"Stop?" The man's face was hidden in the shadow, making it difficult to see his expression, "Why?"

Neville looked at him in disbelief, his whole body was surrounded by a huge absurdity, which made him feel unreal, like a dream, "What are you talking about? You, you are a professor...you Why use that spell?"

"The Cruciatus Curse?" the man's voice said, Neville trembled, and the man laughed lowly: "Or forget it? Or... the other two Unforgivable Curses?"

He said calmly, as if he was in class: "Neville, I have a deep connection with the Unforgivable Curse. When I was in school, I learned these three spells—the Cruciatus Curse, the Imperius Curse, And the death curse."

"I've always wanted to find someone to try, but I'm too soft-hearted. Now that I think about it, what spell can't kill people? Clear water like a spring can do it."

Neville looked at him tremblingly, as if recognizing his face for the first time.

"Don't look at me like that, learn to respect the professor, don't you?" the man said.

"You're not my professor!" Neville roared, took out his wand from his pocket and pointed it at him, but the next second, his wand was pulled away.

"Silent Disarming Charm, I taught you, Neville. Maybe you can try to be more angry?"

Neville immediately pulled out a second wand from behind - he always carried two wands, his father's and his own. The anger made him use the Stunning Charm silently, but was blocked by a wave of his hand, and the man said: "Too weak, Neville. You are not angry enough--"

A thin layer of magic barrier flew towards Neville, knocking him into the air.

Neville got up from the ground and looked at him unyieldingly.

"I don't like the look in your eyes...so, Cruciatus! Cruciatus!"

Grandma let out a cry of pain, Neville's eyes widened in horror, and he tried his best to block in front of her, but the expected pain didn't appear, he didn't have time to distinguish, he had to do something, delay time? That's right, delaying time!

He was going to watch this man get taken, just like the Death Eaters.

Neville tried his best to use his brain, his brain has never been so fast: "I believe in you so much...I regard you as a role model..."

He recited the most familiar thing recently without hesitation, it was a short story, and the story itself originated from this man——

"Gnar is a clumsy person. This kind of clumsiness is told to him by others, and over time, he himself thinks so.

Gnar likes to play with clay dolls. He is naturally sensitive to the characteristics of different types of clay. He likes to watch black, red, brown, white, gray, and various colors of clay take shape in his hands little by little, turning into Sophisticated, lovely shape.

This kind of love has no pressure, and when Gnar is sad, it can bring him comfort.

His parents are very busy and don't usually accompany him very much. Even the most important Christmas is just a quick meeting. His greatest wish is that they can spend more time with him. "

Neville recited without hesitation, until he found that the opposite wand had been lowered, and a grandmother's deep voice came from beside him: "Forget it, Mr. Hap, forget it..."

Neville watched blankly as his grandmother got up from the ground, and the professor stepped out of the shadows.

Ten minutes later——

Neville was sulking all by himself, Mrs. Longbottom coaxed him, Felix looked at him awkwardly, "Neville—"

Neville turned away from looking at him, clutching the hem of his clothes tightly.

"Why did you lie to me?" he said angrily.

"It was part of the plan," said old Mrs. Longbottom, "for—"

"Let me tell you, Mrs. Longbottom." Felix said, and he looked at Neville: "This originated from a ridiculous idea when I was in school. I have experienced several magic riots. I have brought huge benefits, I have imagined whether it is possible to artificially promote magic riots..."

"But I've never seen an instance on anyone else, until a few months ago, in Diagon Alley, I met Potter."

"Harry?" Neville asked suddenly.

"Yes, he experienced a very painful thing at the time, so a magic riot broke out. I persuaded him to test it with me... until I found you again. I speculate that your magic power was not active when you were young. In other words - the laziness is too strong, which makes it very difficult for you to learn magic..."

"You too, don't you?" said Neville stiffly.

"What's the same?" Felix looked at him.

"The one you said, Magic Riot." Neville said, he was terribly calm at this moment: "It sounds like you need to be greatly stimulated, you just tried to provoke me again and again. So I ask you, do you also Same?"

Felix looked at him calmly, "You are right, I am the same."

Neville stood up with a straight face, "So, what Aunt Meliam said was also arranged by you? Everything is acting?"

"No, Neville—" said old Mrs. Longbottom.

Neville looked at Felix stubbornly: "I want you to tell me yourself."

"I didn't make this arrangement, but—" said Felix, "I was there while they were talking."

Neville suddenly said, "I'm going back to the ward. I'll be alone for a while." He picked up the schoolbag on the ground, opened the door and walked out of the room.

The room fell into a deathly silence.

After a long time, Felix said frankly: "The moment he blew the door open, I thought we had succeeded."

Old Mrs. Longbottom said wearily: "Perhaps it shouldn't be from the very beginning..." She pursed her lips, "I asked too much of him in the past, I hope that child can be like his father, become a Auror, but in fact, it’s better to be ordinary.”

"I don't think so, ma'am. Dumbledore once warned me not to play with people's hearts." Felix said: "But who can escape the control of people's hearts? I don't approve of this failure. We almost It’s a success, if you can do better—”

Old Mrs. Longbottom looked at him and said hesitantly, "Mr. Haipu?"

"I don't think there is a problem with my thinking~IndoMTL.com~From the very beginning of the design to——" Felix stopped suddenly, his eyes protruded, and he turned his head to look at the side in disbelief The air, the sight seems to penetrate the space. Then, he ran out of the room suddenly, turned around the corner, and stared fixedly at a ward at the end of the corridor on the other side.

Felix tapped his forehead. Under the black and white perspective, a powerful and gentle tide of magic power spread from inside. The pure white light without any impurities constantly impacted his inherent concepts.

"This is—what's the matter?" Old Mrs. Longbottom followed behind and said in a panic.

Felix did not answer. He walked step by step to the ward where the Longbottoms were, and opened the door. He saw Neville crying in the arms of a woman, hugged by a man with a soft expression. Looking at the woman and Neville, they couldn't hide their tired faces, and they were still wearing hospital gowns, but the love in their eyes was about to overflow.

All kinds of scattered trinkets in the room floated in the air, making a "buzzing" sound. Several patients in the next bed were bathed in the warm light, which became the best footnote to answer Felix's questions .

"Magic Riot..." he said word by word.