Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

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

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

For a dumb gun, the wizard's battle is always the thing he admires most and also the most annoying, 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 anger faded unconsciously with time.

But the fact that he was a dumb gun was 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.

Thinking back to 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 arrived, he was born in a wizard's family with full expectations of the mystery of magic; after the age of magic riots passed, he slowly despaired in anxiety and depression.

That seemed 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 in two.

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

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

This stay is 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 beginning, there was no change.

Gradually, he wandered in the castle for more and more time, and he became more and more enthusiastic about arresting students who violated school regulations, and even eager to restore the old school system and punish those students by hanging them from the ceiling.

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

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

He is jealous of those little bastards 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 as long as you work a little bit; but after so many years of learning, 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 point the crucible with the tip of the stick to make the recipe take effect. 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 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. When he has free time, he read books that have not been enchanted, 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, he was not willing 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, close at hand... but is he scared?

No, not at all!

If possible, he would rather die in the hands of those evil and terrifying 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 from the bottom of his heart, which will never change for a lifetime.

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

"Who?"

Filch, who was in a daze in his memories, suddenly heard a rush of messy footsteps coming from the hallway inside the door.

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

"Who is there?"

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

The masters of the footsteps were naturally Harry and Ron.

They rubbed shoulders with 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 bastards who were always troublesome.

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

Filch turned his head and glanced outside the door, then he ran into the aisle and drove Harry and Ron towards the auditorium like a duck.

"...Okay! I'm going to lock you up in the commemorative cup showroom and rub the trophy for a month!"

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

Standing on the side of the corridor, Hermione glanced in the direction Filch was leaving, 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 death was hitting the ground heavily, splashing a large piece of broken stones and bricks.

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

A glance at the situation outside and an enemy sneak attack at the door, 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 fear.

Moody seemed to be struggling. He kept casting spells and trying to repel the opponent to keep his distance, but the opponent's power seemed extraordinarily strong, and his resistance to magic was 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, and sometimes even make the opponent shake a little.

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

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

Therefore, he has been holding on, even if the operation of his magic power is a bit stagnant at the moment, even if his physical strength is somewhat unable to keep up.

But he only knew that he could no longer retreat, he must block the opponent here.

"bad!"

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 tilted, and saw the magical beam rubbing against the black guy’s head. Shot out.

Then she saw that Moody was hit on the shoulder with a punch by the strange 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's, who has suffered multiple serious injuries, knows very well that in this case, it will take a while before the intense pain comes.

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 chaotic. Yes, she always suffers from this problem when facing a crisis.

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

She didn't consider 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.

"Wow!"

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.

Those flames that made people hard to look at directly attached to the black qi full of magic power of the black death, and blazed, turning the black death into a bright blue fireman.

Moody's eyes rounded, gritted his teeth and waved his wand again, and slammed it back a few steps, but the monster continued to rush towards this side unconsciously.

"Is it useless?"

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