Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 930: Get rid of the shackles! Longbottom
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Halbo can of course sense the fluctuations of magical power, but it doesn't mean that the men he created can also.
Neville covered his mouth and watched intently as the monster drifted by not far in front of him, and then drifted away along the street all the way to the other side.
His grandma pulled Neville until he couldn't see him anymore. With a slight crackling sound disappearing within the scope of the muffling spell, the two disappeared from under the big tree.
Phantom shifting gives people the feeling that the whole body is stuffed through a long, twisted leather tube. To be honest, even if you are used to this feeling, you will still hate you.
The dizziness and squeezing sensation is even more pronounced if someone shows up with a follower.
As soon as he emerged from an alley, Neville opened his mouth abruptly and took a breath of fresh air, reluctantly suppressing the discomfort that seemed to be spit out on the spot next moment.
Unfortunately, the next situation left him no time to calm down the feeling of spinning that day.
Suddenly, Neville was dragged and staggered by her grandma.
He's still dizzy in his head right now, and he can't stand firmly on his feet. But even so, he had to be pulled straight forward by his grandmother, even if he didn't even know where he was or what happened.
Suddenly, he turned his head back and realized why his grandma was dragging him out of this place in a hurry—because a monster was standing behind the spot where he was just now.
If it weren’t for the phantom spell on their body at the moment, they’re afraid that the monster would look upright as soon as they appeared?
Neville, who had been covering his mouth before coming over, found that he didn't need to release his palm anymore.
Following grandma out of this seemingly familiar alley in a hurry, the two suddenly turned a corner. Soon Neville saw the old-fashioned red brick department store on the side of the road.
It turned out that the laneway just now was actually near the entrance of St. Mungo, no wonder he felt familiar.
Before he enrolled in Hogwarts, Neville would often follow his grandmother to accompany his parents-yes, because their parents have lived here for too long, their arrival can no longer be called a "visit".
Even after going to school, Naville will never forget to come here every holiday. Sometimes he came with his grandmother, and sometimes... For example, in recent years, he would come by himself to sit by his parents' bed for a while.
It's just that he comes so frequently, and he has hardly been to that alley, which is to the extent that he "will occasionally glance at it when passing by".
Navi, who was a little dazed by the familiar alley, soon followed his grandma to the window glass. But the grandma standing in front just looked at the dummy model inside, and did not reach out to knock on the glass.
Neville turned around subconsciously and glanced toward the street.
There are no Muggles here.
People seem to have run and fall, and there is no more noise in the weekdays.
Because of the sudden incident, all kinds of messy personal belongings remained on the snow-paved street, making the street seem messy.
However, because there are no Muggles fleeing in panic on the street, it has become exceptionally quiet. As a result, the monsters wandering silently in the street became more conspicuous.
Neville knew that to enter Saint Mungo, he needed to ring the glass and talk to the dummy inside. Perhaps, grandma is thinking about what to do so that the voice of the dialogue will not be transmitted to the monster when the dummy can hear it.
If they can, they can at least go to St. Mungo to hide first-that is undoubtedly a good place for emergency refuge.
But at this moment, two screams one after another suddenly sounded from the end of the street, and then he felt the panicked scream getting closer and closer to him.
Is anyone attacked? Why does it ring suddenly? If you can escape on the street where monsters roam everywhere, it will probably not be a Muggle.
Three thoughts flashed in Neville's mind, and the kind-hearted man suddenly couldn't help but want to take a look.
It's just that the fear of those monsters is still lingering in his heart, making him want to help each other, but he can't lift his feet.
However, it didn't take long for him to discover that this unanswered question suddenly escalated!
"Help—"
"...who will help us!"
But at the corner of the street in front, two figures suddenly flashed out and entered Neville's field of vision.
They were two young wizards, a man and a woman. They were all wearing thick coats, and their wands were constantly waving, releasing the flames of spells.
What makes them desperate is that not only the effect of the spell is minimal, but the number of monsters chasing the two of them is also increasing with the distance they run.
Seriously, it’s good luck to be able to stay out of it now.
Since Neville and her grandma Augusta were both wearing the phantom spell, the two did not realize their existence. And this, now in Neville's heart, is also clear.
Seeing the other person is about to pass in front of me... This is a multiple-choice question so close at hand, but its options seem to be out of reach.
In an instant, the words that grandma had just said not long ago were placed in front of Neville at the same time as the two panicked faces.
"Help! Is anyone here? We need help..."
"Remember, we can't do anything now!"
"Help us!"
"Do you think this makes you look less ‘cowardly’?"
"Anyone?"
"You are afraid—the cowardly soft bastard!"
It was clearly just the moment the two figures crossed in front of him, but there seemed to be two voices circulating in his ears, stirring his tight nerves constantly.
That second seemed to be longer than his life so far.
"I don't want to die--"
When those two profile faces, distorted by fear and exhaustion, passed in front of Neville's eyes suddenly, the young witch's cry of despair was as shocking as it exploded in his ears.
"Call God to guard!"
The Auror and his grandmother before, both chose to use the patron saint curse when dealing with that kind of monster, so at this time Neville chose this curse subconsciously.
However, although he had practiced it many times according to Maca's information, he had never been able to summon the physical patron saint.
Yes, even with constant practice, the silver-white haze he was able to release became more and more condensed every time, but he had never called his patron saint.
Not even once.
This time, even though Neville could feel the difference from the past when he chanted the mantra, the sudden burst of will also made the silver-white haze congealed into a ball of impacting light. ...
You can never say that your patron saint is actually a ball, right?
Fortunately, even if it is not a physical patron saint, a sufficiently solid silver-white sphere of light clearly possesses good strength. When he slammed into the monster who was chasing the nearest, he actually knocked it down and fell back.
It is not a physical patron saint, so you can’t just let it move freely based on your spiritual will, but you need to take the initiative to control it like a normal haze form.
Navi, who made up his mind to rush out, did not panic uncharacteristically, but was much calmer than before.
I saw that he no longer paid attention to the two wizards running behind him, but continued to wave the magic wand in his hand, concentrating his attention to manipulate the condensed group of light.
"Boom!"
When Neville waved his magic wand and knocked another monster away, he didn't notice that the grandma standing beside him gave a faint smile at this moment.
As Neville's grandmother, her son and daughter-in-law were tortured to madness by Death Eaters with a heartbreaking curse, but she never showed her grief. In front of her grandson, she was even more calm and severe.
Of course, she knew that Neville's shyness, clumsiness, and introversion were caused by her parents' dementia, which had caused her long-term depression, but she never thought that she would love Neville as ordinary people do.
What she did was to constantly reprimand Neville for his cowardice, educate him at the sacrifice of his parents, and even scold him for being a child of his parents.
His parents are heroes~IndoMTL.com~ and he seems to be just a pool of mud that can't be helped.
To be honest, this can't be said to be a good way of education, but the old lady Longbottom, who has been strict in her life, is only willing to use this method to educate her only grandson.
Because the old lady believes in Neville and believes that he can break free from the shackles of her own hands and become a hero who will not lose to her parents.
And now...
"Call God to guard!"
She took a step and stood beside Neville, her wand stretched straight forward.
In fact, even though Neville broke out with unprecedented courage, he also cast a patron saint curse that surpassed ordinary wizards. But in the face of so many terrifying enemies, his shots were nothing but a drop in the bucket.
So, after admiring Neville's posture free from cowardice, Augusta stepped forward in time!
In a daze, Neville suddenly found a silver-white animal suddenly rushed out of his side—the little guys were not big, but they were so quick and awe-inspiring that he could even feel one in it. Kind of fearlessly powerful.
He hurriedly glanced to his side, and sure enough, it was his grandmother.
I still remember that when Grandma went to Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall had a conversation with Grandma. At that time, he felt that the two might be classmates or friends.
Could it be that your grandma is actually a very powerful witch?
When Neville's mind passed such a thought, the patron saint of Old Lady Longbottom rushed to a monster and waved his front paws from the front without hesitation.
A gleam of silver light flashed, bringing up a few wisps of black mist like ink...
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