Hogwarts Homecoming

Even though they knew that there were two people on their side, and even though they knew that all the Gryffindor team members were nearby, Prien and Filoa still agreed when Amosta's menacing eyes fixed on him. They shuddered, as if an adult Hungarian Horntail was opening its ferocious mouth towards them, wanting to choose someone to eat!

"Priane~"

Filoa held her boyfriend's wrist tightly, her voice trembling,

"Are you sure he's just an oddball nerd in Slytherin, Prien, why...I would find his eyes scary, sort of like that mad hawk that Professor Keltburn showed us last week A horse with a winged beast?"

"Don't talk nonsense, Philoa, we are Gryffindor—the wizards of the House of Courage!"

Prian agreed with Filoa's statement in his heart. The moment he made eye contact with Bryan just now, if it wasn't because Filoa was hiding in his arms, he might have turned around and fled.

But his dignity as a man made him have to be tough,

"Hey, bad boy Bryan, don't look at us with such eyes, you are doing it yourself, who told you to run into the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night and curse someone with black magic. You, what are you doing?!"

call!

The magic power is rioting, and the flames scattered in the soil, tree trunks, and stones gather at the tip of Amosta's dancing staff to form a solid golden fireball, just like a round of endless fire suddenly rising from the sea level under the night. The hot sun.

The horribly high temperature quickly evaporated the moisture in the cold and humid air and spread to the surroundings. A pine tree near Amosta was burnt and burned spontaneously. Two little wizards were sweating profusely instantly, as if Standing in a crater that is about to erupt!

"Come on, Amosta, we just don't care."

Fear caused two lines of tears to flow on Filoa's beautiful face. She didn't realize what she said at all, but begged for mercy instinctively.

Prien also raised his wand, but he knew very well that his Iron Armor Curse, which was questionable whether it could be released successfully, could not stop the violent golden sun at the tip of Amosta's staff at all.

"Get on your broom and run away!"

At the moment when Amosta swung his wand with a livid face, Prien finally regained some courage, and he threw Filoa and her Nimbus 1700 backwards with all his strength, sending out a heart-piercing cry. yell,

"Go to Professor McGonagall, don't look back!"

Prien may never know that it was the little bit of humanity that blossomed between his life and death that saved him.

Seeing this scene, Amosta's angry eyes flickered for a moment, and in the next second, his steady wrist suddenly pressed down slightly, and the fireball that was about to fall at his feet finally smashed into the ground away from him. The ground ten feet away!

Boom!

Just like the brilliance of a supernova when it is approaching the end of its life, the moment the fireball with terrifying magic power hits the ground, its own high temperature will burn the dry and cracked ground into lava.

The scorching air that was pushed out in an instant exploded, like a pressure cooker full of pressure being suddenly opened, and Prien's Iron Armor Curse broke before he could hold on for a second, and he was crushed before he could even make a scream The tyrannical air wave flew straight out, smashed a tree as thick as a wrist with a click, and then rolled on the ground more than a dozen times before barely stopping, and his back was already bloody!

The damage Filoa suffered was relatively light, and Prien blocked a considerable part of the impact for her, but even so, she was thrown more than ten feet away by the surging air waves.

Standing behind the milky white magic barrier, the unscathed Amosta watched horribly at the fallen Filoa, crying and climbing onto the broomstick. He rushed back to the castle, but finally didn't make another move.

The surroundings are in a mess, without the support of magic power, the magic fire with special properties is still stubbornly eating away at the messy world.

Click, click~

Amosta walked through the scorched earth, and came to Prian's side step by step, lowered his head and looked down at the shocking scars on his back, with an unmoved expression.

Prion wasn't dead, of course, and Amostar didn't want to go to Azkaban to study, at least not yet.

"Just now I was going to let you taste the pain of a broken limb"

Amosta said with a deadpan expression, "So that you can grow your brain, but your last bravery earned yourself some dignity,"

Amosta took out a bottle of white fresh from the cloth bag in his arms, and several bottles of colorful potions with unclear effects, mixed them according to the proportions, poured them on Prien's back, and cast spells with the wand, causing a wound that was bruised and bruised. The granulation wriggled and soon grew new flesh.

Prian's complexion was better, but some ribs were still bent unnaturally, and Amosta didn't deal with his broken bones. Madam Pomfrey could easily get rid of such a small injury. can be solved.

"I should have a long memory too, thinking I'd be safe in school—"

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Suddenly there were several shrieking piercing sounds from the depths of the Forbidden Forest. When they approached, they quickly diverted and surrounded themselves from all directions. In the tumbling mist, five black shadows gradually emerged.

Amosta didn't show any surprise. Ever since he saw the Gryffindor uniforms Prian and Filoa were wearing, he had expected that they would not be acting alone.

However, when a short and sturdy figure became clear from blur, the corners of Amosta's mouth twitched uncontrollably.

Charlie Weasley--Bill Weasley's younger brother, the second child of the Weasley family, the talented Seeker of the Gryffindor team, there is a car the size of a car hanging under his broomstick, at least An eight-eyed spider who was hit by three petrification spells at the same time!

Amosta never knew that there were eight-eyed spiders in the Forbidden Forest, and they really knew how to play, these little lions of Gryffindor!

As a sharp-eyed seeker, Charlie saw Prien at Brian's feet at the first sight. Charlie, who is beyond his age and stable, did not rush to ask questions. He rode high on the broom and carefully looked around the area. It was a frightening mess, when he saw the almost three-foot-deep melting hole in front of Amosta that was still emitting green smoke, he gasped,

"Where's Philoa, Brian?" Charlie's voice was as old as his appearance.

"Maybe it's mixed with the dirt."

Amosta said calmly, "You can look for it yourself, maybe you can find a few fingernails or something."

"You killed Filoa?!"

One of the Gryffindor players yelled in disbelief, "And Prien, where's his clothes, what did you do to him?!"

The angry reprimands poured in like a tide, and they all raised their wands to aim at Amostar, and some shouted that they would send Amostar to Azkaban.

Charlie Weasley does have a leadership quality that most people don't have. Among this group of people, he is the youngest and the calmest. He thinks that it is impossible for Amosta to really kill Filoa unless he really He wanted to go to the wizard's prison, but it was irrefutable that Prian was seriously injured, and the most important priority at the moment was to keep Prian's safety.

Charlie took out his wand and cut the rope hanging from the eight-eyed spider. He controlled the broom to float in the air, and said in a deep voice,

"Give Prien back to us, Bryan, or you're going to suffer a lot."