Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

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Of course Haierbo could sense the fluctuations of magical power, but it didn't mean that the men he created could 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 end.

His grandma gave Neville a hand until he couldn't see him.With a slight crackling sound disappearing within the scope of the muffling spell, the two disappeared from under the big tree.

The apparition gives people the feeling that the whole body has been stuffed through a long, twisted leather tube.To be honest, even if you are used to this feeling, you will still hate you.

And if someone shows up with a follower, the feeling of dizziness and squeezing is even more obvious.

As soon as he emerged from an alley, Neville suddenly opened his mouth 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 by her grandmother.

His mind is still dizzy at the moment, and he can't stand firmly on his feet.But even so, he had to be dragged forward by his grandmother, even if he didn't even know where he was or what happened.

He turned his head suddenly and understood why his grandmother had to drag him out of this place in a hurry-because a monster was standing behind the place where he was just now.

If it weren’t for the phantom spell on their bodies at the moment, they were afraid that the monster would look upright when they appeared?

Neville, who had covered his mouth before coming over, found that he didn't need to release his palm anymore.

Following her grandmother hurriedly out of this seemingly familiar alley, the two suddenly turned a corner, and soon Neville saw the old red brick department store by the road.

It turned out that the laneway just now was actually near the entrance of St. Mungo, no wonder he felt familiar.

Before enrolling in Hogwarts, Neville would often follow his grandma to accompany his parents-yes, because their parents have lived here for too long, their arrival can no longer be called a "visit".

And even after going to school, Neville will never forget to come here every holiday.Sometimes he came with his grandma, 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 came so frequently, and he hardly visited that alley, that is, to the extent that he "will occasionally look at it when passing by".

Neville, 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 back 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 were no Muggles fleeing in panic on the street, it became extremely 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, then they can at least go to Saint Mungo to hide first-it 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 screams getting closer and closer to him.

Is someone attacked?Why does it ring suddenly?Can escape on the street where monsters roam everywhere,

Three thoughts flashed in Neville's mind, and he was kind-hearted by nature and suddenly couldn't help but want to take a look.

It's just that the fear of those monsters still lingered in his heart, making him want to help each other, but he couldn't lift his feet.

However, it didn't take long before he discovered 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.

But 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 up until now.

Since Neville and her grandma Augusta were both wearing a phantom spell, the two did not realize their existence.And this point is also clear in Neville's heart now.

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 beyond 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 there?"

"You're scared—cowardly softie!"

Obviously, it was only the moment when 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 was full of desperate shouts 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 subconsciously chose this curse.

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 solid each time, but he had never called his patron saint.

Not even once.

And this time, although Neville could feel the difference from the past when he chanted the spell, the sudden burst of will also made the silver-white mist of light condense into a ball of shocking light...

But I can’t say that my patron saint is actually a ball, right?

But fortunately, even if it was not the physical patron saint, the solid enough silver-white sphere of light obviously possessed good strength.When he slammed into the monster that was chasing the nearest, he actually knocked it down and fell back.

If it is not a physical patron saint, it cannot be allowed to move freely only by spiritual will, but it needs to be actively controlled like a normal light fog form.

Neville, who was determined 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 control the condensed light group.

"boom!"

When Neville waved his magic wand and smashed 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.

She certainly knew that Neville's shyness, clumsiness, and introversion were caused by her parents' dementia, which caused long-term depression, but she never thought that ordinary people would love Neville as much.

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 were heroes, and he seemed to be just a pool of mud that couldn't be helped.

To be honest, this can never 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 his own hands and become a hero who will not lose to his parents.

And now...

"Call God to guard!"

She took a step and stood beside Neville, her wand in her hand stretched straight forward.

In fact, even though Neville burst out of unprecedented courage, he also cast a patron saint curse that surpasses 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 figure who got rid of the cowardly, Augusta stood up in time!

In a daze, Neville suddenly found that a silver-white animal rushed out of his side-the little guys are not big, but they are so quick and amazing that he can even feel a sense of nothingness in it. Fear is powerful.

He hurriedly glanced aside, 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 were probably 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 the front of a monster and waved his front paws from the front without hesitation.

A silver light flashed, bringing up a few wisps of black mist like ink...

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