Although they knew that there were two people on their side, and although they knew that all the players of the Gryffindor team were nearby, when Amosta's mad eyes were nailed to this side, Prian and Filoa still shuddered in unison, as if an adult Hungarian tree wasp was opening its fierce mouth towards them, and wanted to choose someone to devour!

"Prian~"

Filoya held her boyfriend's wrist tightly, and her voice trembled,

"Are you sure he's just a quirky nerd in Slytherin, Prian, why... I thought his eyes were terrifying, a bit like the mad Hippogriff that Professor Celtburn had shown us last week? ”

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

Prian inwardly agreed with Philoya's statement, the moment he made eye contact with Brian just now, if it wasn't for Philoya hiding in his arms, then he might have turned around and fled.

But the dignity of being a man makes him have to be tough,

"Hey, bad boy Brian, don't look at us like that, you're doing it yourself, who made you run into the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night and curse a man with black magic... Y-What are you doing?! ”

Call!

The magic was rioting, and the flames scattered in the dirt, tree trunks, and stones converged on the tips of Amosta's dancing staff into a tangible golden fireball, like a sun with endless light and heat rising over the sea level in the night.

The terrifying high temperature quickly evaporated the moisture in the cold and humid air and spread around, and a pine tree near Amosta was burned and directly combusted, and the two little wizards dozens of feet away were sweating profusely in an instant, as if they were standing in a volcanic crater that was about to erupt!

"Don't... Don't do that, Amosta, we just didn't mean to..."

Fear caused two more lines of tears to populate on Filoa's face, and she didn't realize what she was saying, but instinctively begged for mercy.

Prian also raised his wand, but he knew very well that his iron armor spell, which was a question of whether he could unleash it, would not be able to stop the fierce golden sun at the tip of Amosta's staff.

"Mount, get on your broomstick, run!"

At the moment when the grim-faced Amosta waved his wand, Prian finally regained a little courage, and he threw Philoa and her light wheel 1700 backwards with all his might, letting out a heart-rending roar,

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

Prian may never know that it was that little bit of humanity that bloomed between life and death saved him.

Amosta's angry eyes, who saw this scene, shook for a moment, and in the next second, his stable wrist suddenly pressed down slightly, and the fireball that was supposed to fall under his feet finally smashed into the ground ten feet away from him!

Bang!

Just like the brilliance of a supernova as it approaches the end of its life, the moment a fireball with terrifying magic hits the ground, its own heat burns the cracked ground into lava.

The scorching air that was instantly squeezed out of the air exploded, and a pressure cooker similar to a full of pressure was suddenly opened, and Prian's iron armor spell was shattered before it could hold on for a second, and before he could even scream, he was directly rushed out by the strong air waves, and after breaking a wrist-thick tree with a click, he rolled on the ground more than a dozen times before he could stop, and his back was already bloody and fleshy!

Philoa's damage was much lighter, and Prian blocked a fair portion of the impact for her, but even then, she was swept a dozen feet away by the surging waves.

Standing behind the milky white magic barrier, Amosta watched unscathed, crying and climbing onto the broomstick, without even bothering to extinguish the flames on his robes, rushing towards the castle without looking back, and finally did not strike again.

The surroundings are in shambles, without the support of magical power, and the demonic fire with special properties is still stubbornly eating away at the messy world.

Click, click~

Amosta walked across the scorched earth and walked to Prian's side, his head hanging down at the shocking scar on his back, his expression unmoved.

Prian didn't die, of course, Amosta didn't want to go to Azkaban, at least not yet.

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

Amosta said with a blank face, "It's good for you to grow your brain, but your last bravery has earned you some dignity,"

Amosta took out a bottle of white fresh from the cloth bag in his arms, and several bottles of colorful potions with incomprehensible effects, mixed them according to the proportions, and poured them on Prian's back.

Prian's face was as good as gold, but a few ribs were still unnaturally bent, and Amosta didn't deal with his broken bones, a minor injury that Madam Pomfrey could easily heal.

"I should have remembered for a long time that I thought it would be safe in school--"

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Suddenly, there were several screaming sounds from the depths of the Forbidden Forest, and when they got closer, they quickly diverted and surrounded themselves from all directions, and five black shadows gradually appeared in the rolling mist.

Amosta wasn't surprised, as he had expected Prian and Filoa to be wearing Gryffindor shirts when he saw them wouldn't be acting alone.

Still, when a stout figure became clear from the blur, the corners of Amosta's mouth twitched uncontrollably.

Charlie Weasley - Bill Weasley's younger brother, the second eldest of the Weasley family, and the talented Seeker of the Gryffindor team, an eight-eyed spider the size of a car hanging from under his broomstick, and at least three petrification spells at the same time!

Amosta never knew that there were eight-eyed spiders in the Forbidden Forest, and they could indeed play, these Gryffindor lions!

As a sharp-eyed Seeker, Charlie saw Prian at Brian's feet at first glance, Charlie, who was more stable than his age, did not rush to question, he rode high on a broomstick, carefully looked around this frightening mess, when he saw the melt hole in front of Amosta that was almost three feet deep and still emitting green smoke, he gasped,

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

"Maybe it's mixed with dirt."

"You can look for it yourself, and maybe dig out a few fingernails or something." ”

"You killed Philoa?!"

One of the Gryffindor players let out a roar of disbelief, "And Prian, where did his clothes go, what did you do to him?!" ”

Angry voices poured in, and they raised their wands at Amosta, and some shouted for him to be sent to Azkaban.

Charlie Weasley does have a leadership temperament that ordinary people do not have, among this group, he is the youngest, and he is the calmest, he thinks that Amosta can't really kill Philoa, unless he really wants to go to the wizarding prison, but it is irrefutable that Prian is seriously injured, and the top priority at the moment is to keep Prian safe.

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

"Give us back Prian, Brian, or you'll have to suffer a bit."