allendalepharm Chapter 229 Who exactly are you?
Chapter 229 Who exactly are you?
Chapter 229 Who exactly are you?
Hogwarts Forbidden Forest.
On a drizzly day, the animals in the forest all hid away. Several pheasants, soaking wet, stood on the branches, occasionally letting out an unpleasant cry.
Suddenly, a figure darted past, startling the birds so much that several fell to the ground in fright.
Before the other birds could even wonder why a few figures were missing, another figure swiftly swept past, stirring up rain and howling wind, causing several more to fall in fright.
huh~
咻咻 咻 ~
One after another, figures moved swiftly past, leaving only a lone bird perched on the treetop, looking around in bewilderment.
"Stop the shock absorbers and reduce speed!"
A deafening chant, accompanied by an extremely strong and piercing sound, swept over the area with powerful magic, causing the surrounding leaves to flutter and scatter.
This is a rescue spell that is most widely used in Quidditch, but it is being used in the game to counter the extremely fast-moving flying broomsticks.
"Harry!" Hermione shouted, "Don't rush too fast, keep formation, you'll get separated!"
A sinister laugh echoed from afar, "Too late!"
Spells rained down from every corner of the treetops, and no matter how skilled Harry was at flying brooms, he couldn't dodge them.
The technique of coordinated attacks is the skill most valued by the Duel Club. With daily training, the young wizards' progress in this area has gradually made up for the uneven levels of individual broomstick control skills.
Harry frantically waved his wand, casting a counterspell to the Slowing Charm, quickly deflecting the spells one by one. But he was inevitably struck by the spells, and even those spells that weren't meant for attack were enough to knock him off his flying broom.
Fortunately, during this brief delay, Ron and Neville slipped past. Neville grabbed Harry and pulled him back onto the flying broom, while Ron struggled to maintain the reduced attack frequency caused by Hermione leading Ginny and Luna to attack the 'enemies' in the treetops.
Just then, a very lewd magic shot out from deep behind the trees, and the Silent Spell slowing down instantly hit the flying broom under Ron's buttocks.
The high-speed flying broom suddenly stopped, and Ron staggered and cried out as he was thrown off the broom.
Neville tried to catch Ron again, but because he wasn't used to using the flying broom to carry others, he stumbled in mid-air and almost threw him and Harry off together.
Fortunately, Harry reacted quickly enough and cast a spell on Ron.
"Stop the shock absorbers and reduce speed!"
bang~
Ron's back snapped off a small branch of a large tree, and just as he was about to continue his rapid descent, his speed suddenly slowed, becoming as light and beautiful as a feather.
Slowing spells and anti-spells—these are the key spells that the young wizards in the Duel Club have been practicing lately.
Practice how to counter enemy slowing spells that utilize their flying broomsticks for combat.
They also practiced how to save themselves after falling from a flying broomstick.
The young wizards in the Duel Club have now quietly divided themselves, with the older and younger students unable to stick together, forming two factions, each with its own biases, resulting in four teams.
In this match, two senior teams act as combat supervisors and battlefield rescuers, while two junior teams fight against each other.
"Ron, out!"
Fred, riding on his flying broomstick, was concerned about his brother's condition, but unlike a certain bat professor, he didn't like to cause trouble. He behaved himself and loudly called out the referee's judgment.
"No!"
Ron yelled, frantically waving his wand, "I haven't fallen to the ground yet! Flying broomstick, come here!"
huh~
Ron's flying broom flew rapidly toward Ron.
Fred paused, then turned to George. "Our silly little brother actually secretly practiced the Summoning Charm?"
The Summoning Charm is no simple spell. The fact that it's taught in fourth grade speaks volumes about its difficulty. It's also one of the oldest spells in the wizarding world, and there's a wealth of experience accumulated by predecessors if you want to learn it in depth.
George chuckled. "He always wants to jump out and surprise everyone."
Everyone was indeed quite startled.
Because Ron's spell was cast hastily and failed, and as he cast the spell, the slowing spell on his body suddenly went out of control, causing Ron to plummet downwards at an extremely fast speed and crash down to the ground.
"Merlin's Beard!" someone shouted.
George and Fred immediately cast a spell on Ron, "Shock absorber to stop speed!"
In the critical moment, the twin brothers demonstrated their powerful magical control and stability. Ron almost touched the ground when his body suddenly came to a stop, and only fell to the ground after losing all acceleration.
"Ouch~"
Ron yelled, "My ass!"
"Hahahaha..." Fred and George were the first to burst into laughter. Their laughter was so infectious that it made everyone else laugh along.
"Ron! Are you alright in your butt?!" Harry shouted anxiously.
However, this concern only drew more laughter from the crowd, and even the battle that was taking place in the treetops stopped. Hermione, Draco, Pansy, Goyle... everyone rode their flying brooms to the vicinity.
"Shut up!" Ron yelled, somewhat embarrassed and annoyed. "Harry, shut up!"
As he was shouting, his face suddenly turned pale, and his expression turned to terror. "Damn it, I think I accidentally stepped on some animal!"
He felt the small animal struggling beneath him, and quickly scrambled to his feet, anxiously looking towards where his bottom had landed.
"Banban!!!!"
Ron was completely stunned!
He felt the immense malice of fate. He had always thought that Scabbers had been eaten by Hermione's new pet cat, the ugly cat, but he never expected that he was still alive.
But after finally finding Banban, he discovered that Banban was about to be killed by him!
His death was extremely gruesome!
He struggled and screamed, covered in blood, as if he had crushed him into a piece of rat flesh.
And it was still convulsing rapidly, occasionally spitting out more blood from its mouth.
"No!"
"Blemish!"
Ron knelt down, cried, and wailed as he reached out to touch Scabbers, yet dared not touch them. "Scabbers!!!"
You died such a terrible death~~~
"Crawb, quick, Crab!" Draco called out habitually to his little brother who was learning healing magic from the professor, but suddenly realized that his little brother had gone out with the professor.
Hermione realized what was happening and shouted, "Medical team, quick!"
With Percy away, Draco and Hermione, as his deputies, were essentially the managers of the team and, bearing their responsibilities, were the first to react.
Several older students quickly steered their flying broomsticks towards Ron's direction, one of them shouting as he pulled a potion from his pocket, "Ron, don't touch it!"
However, this display of power truly terrified Banban.
He was in so much pain that he was dizzy and disoriented when he suddenly heard laughter coming from all directions. He tried his best to make out the sounds and suddenly saw many wizards riding on flying brooms surrounding him.
Having experienced war, he was extremely disturbed by this scene.
This is no joke in Quidditch; this is a formation used in war.
Damn!
He's surrounded!
Before he could recover from the painful spasms, the rat's small eyes suddenly widened, and the pupils reflected a group of figures waving magic wands and charging towards him.
Do not!
He can't die here!
He was always decisive, and his expression quickly changed from the timid and evasive look that Rat Spotted usually had to become sinister and sharp, as the magic power within him surged.
His transformation speed was so fast that even though these people were using the latest fire crossbows, his transformation speed was much faster than theirs.
Bang!
The rapid and violent transformation was like a bomb exploding, and he instantly turned into a bald, short, fat middle-aged wizard. Enduring the pain, he grabbed the wand from Ron's hand and swung it upwards.
Bang~!
Another huge sonic boom.
Huge waves surged with terrifying air pressure, and all the young wizards around them, along with their flying brooms, were flung away.
Repel spell!
Repel them with all your might!
Silent spellcasting!
This magic was extremely powerful; the surrounding trees rustled, and one large tree with weak roots was even uprooted and blown forward.
The moment he finished casting the spell, he quickly turned around and tried to escape.
But he clearly underestimated the prowess of these young wizards. After a full year of dueling lessons from Lockhart, and now, after half a year of instruction from Professors Lockhart, Snape, Lupin, Grindelwald, and Kettleburn, they were no longer the same as before.
On several occasions, they made tactical maneuvers in a split second, reacting extremely quickly to either attack or charge at him.
"Damn it!"
Peter Pettigrew, who had transformed back into his original form, cursed angrily. He looked around and suddenly grabbed Ron by the neck, who looked incredulous. The force of his grip was so great that Ron was pinned in front of him. The end of his wand suddenly turned into a sharp blade, and the sharp point pierced Ron's neck, causing blood to flow.
"Stop it, everyone, or he'll die right now!"
Peter Pettigrew roared, his voice carrying a magical booming quality that also had a calming effect, as he coldly surveyed the group of children around him.
He doesn't look down on these students at all.
When he participated in the war, he had just graduated and was only a few years older than some of the students here. He clearly realized that age didn't mean anything.
Peter Pettigrew quickly analyzed the situation in his mind, trying his best to find a possible glimmer of hope.
He felt a sense of despair.
These students are completely different from the ones he encountered when he was in school!
Yes, completely different!
Even James Pott, whom he admired so much, was no match for these people back then, despite his outstanding abilities.
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They slowly surrounded him again, riding their flying brooms, forcing him to constantly watch out for the situation behind him and guard against any possible attacks from behind.
These students!
They are so different!
Everyone looked extremely calm, as if they had a set strategy. They silently completed the encirclement, one layer upon another, one link after another, making him feel unsure of which one to attack first.
He can't find the main characters!
He didn't even know who to talk to at this point!
This is absolutely terrible!
Oh!
He realized what had happened. Gilderoy Lockhart, that damned junior, had deliberately stood up for Snape when he was alone at school, yelling at him without even bothering to find out that he hadn't actually been involved in bullying Snape at all.
He didn't cast any spells; he was just joining in the commotion.
But Lockhart just ignored him and kept yelling at him, acting like he was some kind of upright person.
Pooh!
Peter Pettigrew shook his head violently, looking around in fear, and shouted, "Who! Who's casting a spell to affect my thinking! Damn it, if I sense you're planning to attack me again, by whatever means necessary, he's dead!"
As he spoke, he curled up his body to shield Ron firmly in front of him, and pressed the wand with its sharp blade against Ron's neck again, causing Ron to let out a painful howl.
efficient!
The disruptive magic is gone!
He quickly tried to recall how Gilderoy Lockhart had taught those children, but damn it, his brain, which had been stuck in a rat's head for so long, seemed to have become a bit clumsy and he couldn't remember it immediately.
Oh!
Yes!
Lockhart had explained to the young wizards in detail the combat scenario of "facing hostages," outlining various strategies devised against the bandits. The next step should be...
"Who are you?" Harry Potter, the most famous child, rode his flying broomstick at a speed that wouldn't provoke him, and approached him from a distance, asking the question.
Peter Pettigrew ignored him and quickly turned around to look.
really!
The Weasley twins, Cedric, and a few others were quietly waving their wands when they saw him looking over, and their expressions froze.
"Do you want him dead?"
Peter Pettigrew shouted frantically, looking around frantically. Then, he suddenly realized what was happening and looked to his left and behind him, where he spotted Hermione moving stealthily. "Try making any more moves!"
"Hey, relax! Relax!" Harry called out from ahead, trying to get his attention again. "Tell me what you want, maybe we can talk?"
"Shut up!" Peter Pettigrew yelled frantically. "I know what you're going to say, I know what you're going to do, I...I..."
He had never felt so helpless.
He clearly remembered everything Professor Lockhart had taught him, and then watched as this group of people displayed themselves perfectly before him, without missing a single detail, just like a well-trained army!
Yes!
This is an army of wizards!
And such a terrifying army of wizards!
Peter Pettigrew even doubted whether the former Order of the Phoenix and Death Eaters could handle this new group.
He knew what was going to happen.
And so he was filled with despair.
he……
He can't move.
Just in an instant.
"Ha, well done, Neville!" Harry shouted excitedly from directly in front of him. Peter Pettigrew looked in the direction Harry was looking and then realized that a little wizard had quietly flown above him and cast a silent full-body binding spell on him!
Damn!
He knew it.
Soon, almost before Harry finished speaking, several control spells, such as the Body Binding Charm, the Strength Releasing Charm, and the Levitation Charm, struck him, and he and Ron were both thrown into the air.
Ropes appeared on his body, binding him up like a rice dumpling.
He didn't even know when his wand had been secretly disarmed.
Ron's wounds had healed thanks to the others' treatment. He stormed up to him, wand in hand, pointing it coldly at him, and screamed at the top of his lungs, "Who are you?!"
Really.
Ron was about to break down.
He so adeptly guarded his own soul, and the power that guarded it was Banban, the pet that accompanied his lonely soul.
And now, Banban is right in front of him, transformed into such a disgusting-looking person.
He often hugged, and even occasionally kissed, the middle-aged bald, short, fat man who would stroke the fur on the back of a mouse when he was thinking.
Do not!
He can't accept it!
He felt like his whole body was about to split open!
"Who are you?!?!"
Unable to get a response, he started kicking the other person violently, and then cast various torturous spells, several of which were even illegal.
Harry glanced at the others, then finally stepped forward and gently tugged at Ron's sleeve. "Ron, Ron, stop here. Listen to me, you..."
He had never seen his good friend so angry, like a raging lion.
Ron turned around and glared fiercely at Harry, his eyes red-rimmed and already streaked with tears. He growled, "Leave me alone!"
Harry swallowed hard, finally having to bite the bullet. "Hey, Ron, he's been hit by a tongue-locking choke spell and can't answer your question..."
But Ron completely ignored him, instead casting a counter-spell on the man, the Tongue-Sealing and Throat-Locking Curse, then staring coldly at him through gritted teeth, "Who are you?!"
Peter Pettigrew's cheek twitched, and he looked at him sadly. "Master, I'm your Scabbers!"
"Aaaaaah..."
Ron's world completely collapsed. He frantically waved his wand, shouting, "Crunch..."
Harry's expression changed, only to see Ron suddenly stiffen, roll his eyes, and faint.
Hermione, standing behind him, nonchalantly put away her wand, rolling her eyes. "He should calm down and not be so impulsive!"
As she spoke, Hermione gave Harry a look, which finally made Harry realize what she meant.
Ron...
I almost cast the Unforgivable Curse!
Fortunately, although the members of the Duel Club have different intentions, they are surprisingly united on certain issues.
Draco was the first to speak up, "I'll take Ron to see Madam Pomfrey. He's been through a bit and needs some rest."
Harry breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that this meant they wouldn't tell anyone. He nodded and quickly looked at George and Fred, only to find that they had already gone to contact other classmates to coordinate their testimonies.
"What should we do?" He looked at Hermione.
Hermione shook her head. "Although I'd love to tell Professor McGonagall right away, I actually prefer that we ask her something first. You know, Professor McGonagall's methods are sometimes too rigid and inflexible."
"If we do it ourselves, it's like children fooling around, and we can do some more serious things."
"!!!" Harry stared at Hermione in disbelief.
(End of this chapter)