To tell the truth, Ron was envious when he saw everyone stand up and confront that damn rag beast with great vigour. He basically knows everyone who comes forward.

They are all pure-bloods, either new nobles who have risen in recent years, or old nobles like their family.

However, he pulled his crotch, and he couldn't come up with something like this that could protect everyone. The preciousness of this thing is basically equivalent to that of Patek Philippe in the wizarding world.

If it can be recharged and recycled, it will be a limited edition.

It's not that they don't have it at home, but this thing is all on Dad's body.

There is no superfluity.

Moreover, they have many children, if they really want one person, few aristocratic families can withstand such pressure.

However, Ron's lament came to naught when George and Fred each took out a ring and stepped forward to stand in front of everyone.

"George...... Fred...... You guys? ”

He was very much like asking what was going on, but asking such a question now was not much different from slapping himself in the face. It's better to ask privately.

Percy on the other side didn't look good.

He couldn't be clearer about what his family background is. He knew exactly what level his dad was at the Ministry of Magic.

Therefore, it is impossible for George and Fred to obtain magical items for defense through normal means.

And it's two.

Of course, his head turned very quickly, and he immediately thought of a possibility.

And the current situation, coupled with Professor Quirrell's experience, did not allow him to stand up and speak out about that possibility now. Otherwise, it's not just Wesley's people who will be lost. It may even put them in a dangerous situation.

Although I usually love to quarrel, but if something goes wrong now, it will kill my brother!

Percy, who was not so demonic at this time, certainly would not do such a thing.

Not only the two Wesley brothers, but also more people who were familiar with the twins felt a little strange at this time.

Lee Jordan looked at the two friends in front of him, looking at the ring in their hands that was full of magic fluctuations, and it gave people an ancient feeling just by looking at it, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

"Hey! Why don't you take this good thing out and show it to me sooner! ”

He whispered in George's ear.

George didn't speak, just gave him a smile of relief.

But even so, Lee Jordan felt a sense of loss.

Damn, these two guys are getting old. There is already a pathetic thick barrier between them.

George and Fred glanced at each other, both seeing the helplessness in each other's eyes, but now was not the time for them to comfort their friends. After all, the current crisis has not yet passed.

And even if it's in the past, whether you want to say it or not, you still have to ask Luke's opinion. There are benefits to being said, and there are benefits of not being said. They couldn't figure out the trade-offs for a while.

Professor Sprout threw out two seeds, and then tapped his wand the moment the seeds hit the ground.

The two seeds quickly burst through their shells and grew into incredibly tough vines. Entangle the troll firmly.

Professor Sprout breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the sturdy trolls tied up in front of him.

I don't know why the troll was suddenly relieved, but the result is good.

Then, with a wave of her wand, a German shepherd formed by a silvery-white glow, emerged from the tip of the wand and blocked between the students and Voldemort.

Few of the students knew the Patronus Charm, and it wasn't even in the school's teachable range.

But as one of the deans of the four academies, it is naturally impossible for her not to know such magic, although this spell has chicken ribs in every sense. But in the face of the current situation, it works wonders.

No anti-theft

Therefore, it should never be concluded that a spell is invalid because it is biased.

Hagrid's side was inspired, although he still couldn't defeat the scorpion-tailed, but at this time, as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, he waved the giant sword in his hand one after another, and slashed at the scorpion's head, making him a little dizzy.

And the troll, at this time, was looking at the group of students, the group of pure-blood students standing in front of everyone, the students standing in front of everyone, with a solemn and solemn face, with a sense of death-defying momentum.

That is the successor of the Gaunt family.

Can he become the pure-blood leader those people envisioned?

All of this today may be one of the reference materials.

Voldemort Bat didn't dare to move. It is very clear that if it moves now, it will only be itself that suffers. The Patronus is capable of killing it.

And at this moment, a middle-aged man wearing a black robe and wearing an oily head walked in at the gate.

The moment he entered, he was first startled by the scene in front of him, and then began to look for the familiar eyes among the students.

Finally, he found it without much effort. He breathed a sigh of relief, and then he looked back at the boy who was standing in front of everyone.

Deeply, deeply looked at him.

Then he drew his wand from his robe.

"Shadowless!"

The invisible blade stabbed into the scorpion's mouth, and the scorpion-tailed scorpion-tailed was in pain, and its mouth was covered with blood, making it look even more hideous as if it had just eaten a full meal.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Hagrid rounded the greatsword in his hand and slashed it at the head of the scorpion-tailed.

It finally fainted.

The battlefield in front of him finally turned back into an auditorium. He was restored to the calm he deserved.

Snape looked at the troll that was bound over there, and raised his wand again.

The troll wasn't worried at first, and the spell, while it looked terrifying and was actually terrifying, wasn't a greater deterrent to him.

It's just a little hurt, it's not worth mentioning. The troll glanced at the bleeding scorpion-tailed scorpion, and sneered inwardly.

If he was injured, if he didn't do some healing magic, he would have healed.

So when he looked at Snape, there was even a little contempt in his eyes.

He's just tied up, and it's not that he doesn't have the ability to resist.

Of course, this hardness only lasted until he saw that little flickering green light.

"Stop! Stop it! I want to see Dumbledore! ”

The honest voice echoed through the auditorium, not loud, but loud enough for everyone present to hear.

So, people who knew a little bit about it all looked at the troll with an expression of looking at a monster.

"Damn, the troll spoke."

Luke was startled, barely holding back his pure-blood leader.

His eyes widened as he looked at the troll, his eyes sparkling with inquiry, as if he wanted to slice the troll and see what was going on.

Hagrid reacted similarly, looking at the troll with a fiery look in his eyes as if he had seen his lover.

Although he has no lover......

His eyes were hairy at the troll, but the way Snape looked at him sent chills down the table.

Just as he said the name Dumbledore, he could clearly feel that the black-robed man's eyes were surprising with murderous intent.

"What do you have to do with Dumbledore?"

Snape asked in a low voice.

He suppressed the anger in his heart and did not let his emotions get out of control. Of course, if he was sure that this was really what Dumbledore had done to hide from him again, then he was reluctant to know if he could still suppress the anger in his heart.

Luke looked at Snape's emotional dust that seemed to be about to burn, and his fingers twitched. Now it's a lot of fun to watch with just a little teasing.

What would a runaway Snape look like?

Luke was curious.

But he finally restrained himself. Now is not the time. Snape is a pawn that works for everyone.

It would be not in his interest to get Snape out now, but it would also be suspicious of flapping the table.

Now he doesn't have the strength to flip the table.

Trolls are clever guys. It's a bit strange, but it's not meant to be sarcastic.

He was indeed smart, so he could see at a glance where Snape was angry.

But no matter who is angry, if you don't answer well, then you must be the one who dies first.

So he said without hesitation: "Someone asked me to send him a letter!" It's just a messenger! ”

Snape's anger dissipated, and his expression gradually returned to composure. But that doesn't mean he's easy to talk to.

"Send a letter...... Who asked you to send him a letter, and where is the letter? ”

"It's a message." After saying this, the troll's expression became serious, "As for who sent the letter, you don't care about this. ”

"Mention it again, believe me, if you kill me, you will never get any benefit yourself."

Snape naturally scoffed at such a worthless threat. But when he noticed the volcanic bat lying on the wall but eager to try, and the sphin-tailed manticore, which was awake but lying on the ground at the moment, with its tail swinging gently, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

He looked the ordinary-looking troll up and down, and said with interest, "You seem to be worth researching." ”

The troll rolled its eyes, "I was raised with a study, you think I'm going to be afraid of you?" ”

The contempt in his tone was almost undisguised. I don't know if I really have this confidence, or if I pretend to be fearless, or if I'm just brainless.

Snape couldn't tell, but he really didn't mean to do anything.

"Professor Sprat, please watch here and don't let anything bad happen. I'm going to take this guy to meet our headmaster. ”

Professor Sprout could hear Snape's resentment, but she didn't know how to comfort him, or rather, Snape couldn't accept anyone's comfort.

The man who could comfort him had died that night.

And for many years before she died, she was reluctant to comfort her friend who had gone on the wrong path.

"Okay, I'll leave it to me, Severus."

Professor Spratt agreed very simply, which in itself was her responsibility. In fact, it wasn't her who settled the scene, but Luke, the amazing student.

He really seems to have brought the students together as a whole, rather than four parts that are divided and hostile to each other.

What's more, after today, this group of students who have had lifelong friendships will always get closer unconsciously.

This feeling may not be so obvious, but subtly, everyone will be affected.

Professor Sprout looked at a Slytherin student and a Gryffindor student who were supporting each other, and breathed a deep sigh of relief.

Perhaps such a change has already begun.

Professor Snape shoved the troll and motioned for him to move forward.

He didn't dare give his back to this untrustworthy beast.

The troll didn't care, and walked towards the door naturally, without letting Snape lead the way, as if it was familiar with the place.

This also made Snape's mind a little less confused.

He wasn't sure if the old man was capable of cultivating such an intelligence, which was no different from that of an ordinary human, or even stronger than that of a normal human. But now, no matter what, he needs to know something more.

The situation is becoming more and more complicated.

Perhaps, this is also an opportunity for him.

"Severus! How's it going? ”

Professor McGonagall came from a distance at a trot, and when she saw Snape, she quickly asked.

Snape glanced at her, and saw the anxious look.

"It's all right, Minerva. Of course, you can check it out and maybe you'll feel ...... Surprise? ”

Snape said this, then shook his head again, and then left with the troll without saying anything. Professor McGonagall was left alone, in a state of confusion.

Finally, a group of people rushed back again.

As soon as Professor McGonagall entered, she immediately focused her eyes on Luke, who was standing in front of the crowd.

Her first reaction was, what was Luke doing standing so far ahead?

The second instinct was to grab Luke's ears and ask what the hell the little bastard was up to.

But when she noticed that the students were looking at Luke with that kind of almost adoring look, she resisted her impulse.

In this case, she knew very well that she could not destroy Luke's authority.

Authority, unity, these are the things that Luke is after. No other people's interference is allowed.

Luke also saw Professor McGonagall over there.

He could see the entanglement on the professor's face, and he could also see the emotional dust of the professor's annoyance, relief, and confusion. It jumps, sometimes expands, sometimes shrinks, and its colors keep changing.

But in the end, this dust still stayed on the gratification.

Professor McGonagall had a shallow smile on her face.

"It's all right, kids."

She shouted.

All eyes were on Professor McGonagall, and the professors behind her.

The professors' faces were sweaty and relieved.

It seems that the moment they saw that they were safe and sound, they finally let go of the big stone of their minds.

Professor McGonagall stepped forward and looked at Luke as he stood in front of the group.

Although she was very angry just now, but now that she was safe and sound, the big stone in her heart was finally put down.

She opened her arms, as if trying to give Luke a hug. But she's a professor, and she can't show her special affection for Luke in front of so many students.

Luke seemed to see her struggle. Reaching out, he placed her hand on his shoulder.

"Happy Halloween, Professor."

Luke smiled at Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall looked at Luke, then pulled out a piece of candy with her other hand.

The magic in his hand fluctuated, and the candy wrapper opened on its own, revealing the lake-green mints inside.

Stuff the sugar into Luke's mouth. Professor McGonagall gently hugged Luke into her arms.

"Happy Halloween, Luke."