The Soul of Hogwarts Across Worlds

Chapter 107 Pied Piper

"Oh! No, Melda, did you see Harry and Ron?"

"I've been looking for them for a long time." The little witch said eagerly.

She looked around in a panic, but still didn't see the two familiar figures.

"Don't worry, Hermione. I know where they are going." After speaking, Melda turned her head and walked out of the auditorium.

At this time, the sky was already dark, and as the last ray of light in the distance gradually disappeared, the earth ushered in darkness completely.

The Whomping Willow is located outside the castle. Melda, who knew the plot earlier, easily came to the Whomping Willow and waited quietly.

Soon, a bright light suddenly appeared in the distant sky.That is a car.

The flying car modified by Ron's father is quite powerful.Although he didn't know why the plot went back to the original.But that doesn't stop him from liking this vehicle.

After all, broomsticks and the like cannot protect against wind and rain.

And a flying car is much better.

"Huh? Their direction seems a bit wrong."

Melda watched helplessly as the flying car flew straight towards the depths of the Forbidden Forest, and the speed did not need to be reduced.

what happened?Is the car out of control?Melda looked at the figure in the sky suspiciously, but without hesitation, she chased after him in the direction of the Forbidden Forest.

"Ah~~~"

In the car at this time, Harry and Ron were looking ahead in horror. The car's sudden drop made their center of gravity unstable, and Ron almost hit the steering wheel.

"Boom!"

The engine of the car kept making abnormal noises, and even the headlights began to flicker.

Suddenly Ron's eyes seemed to be blocked by something. When he came back to his senses and turned the steering wheel to the left, it was too late, and the front of the car slammed into the branch of a tree.

"Crack!"

The sound of branches breaking spread far away, while the car driven by Ron fell freely and smashed countless branches and leaves, and fell to the ground.

"Harry, Harry, are you all right?"

In the driver's seat, Ron covered his head and screamed vaguely.

"I'm fine, fine."

Harry, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat, thankfully touched his body and found that he was not injured.

Really lucky.

Fall from such a high place.

Harry thought optimistically.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, after two muffled bangs, the car door opened, and the seat under Harry and Ron's buttocks seemed to come to life, ejecting them, and throwing out their salutes one by one.

Then the lights of the half-flat car flickered angrily.

He stumbled towards the darkness.

"Come back!" Ron quickly got up from the ground, waving his wand wildly.

"Father must kill me."

But it was obvious that his feet could never keep up with the four wheels, and the car disappeared after a while.

"Forget it, our luck is not too bad." Ron said desolately, bent down and picked up his little mouse Scabbers, and then said to Harry: "At least we are still alive, aren't we? From such a high The place fell."

"Ron, keep your voice down."

Harry suddenly looked around cautiously.

"We seem to have fallen deep into the Forbidden Forest."

"Huh?" Ron said inexplicably while packing his suitcase.

"Remember last year's acromantula? There are such magical animals everywhere in the depths of the Forbidden Forest."

"What?" Ron's voice became thinner.

Spiders, he was most afraid of spiders. (ps: Me too ┭┮﹏┭┮)

Ron's ability to brand such a psychological shadow is purely the fault of the Weasley twins.

As a child, he was frightened by trick-or-treating toys given to him by George and Fred.At that time, Gemini turned the toy into a spider.

"Then what should we do?" Ron followed Harry cautiously.

"Harry, what should I do?"

"Calm down, Ron." Harry pushed his own car and said encouragingly to Ron, "You're a wizard, remember? You can hit ten of them."

"But what if eleven comes?"

"Harry, we won't be eaten."

"Ron, you crow mouth." Harry suddenly pulled out his wand and pointed at the shadow in front of him.

"what?"

Ron popped his head nervously, he was about to cry, and there were all kinds of rustling sounds in the shadows in the distance.From time to time, some arthropods will appear.

"Harry"

"Ron concentrate, we retreat back."

"Look at that."

Harry looked in the direction Ron was pointing at, and his face suddenly changed. He didn't know when, a group of acromantulas had crawled out from various places and surrounded them.

"The flames are heavy!"

A fiery flame shot out from the tip of Harry's wand, and quickly surrounded him and Ron.

"Fizz!"

The high temperature instantly stimulated the group of spiders, but fortunately, they were just a little irritable, and the flames did block their footsteps.

"Harry, look at that."

Suddenly a black speck flew towards them in the distant sky.In just a few breaths, that huge figure came over Harry and the others.

"It's Norbert."

Norbert, Hagrid's Norwegian Ridgeback.

"There seems to be someone on its back?" Ron looked at the giant dragon in the sky in surprise, and saw the figure above Noble's head with sharp eyes.

"It's Melda, he's come to save us."

It was Melda who came.

She asked Hagrid about Norbert's whereabouts, and then rode over on him.

To be honest, he was in a bad mood.

At this time, he was still wearing the clothes given to him by the professors of Chang'an Taixue.

Tight-fitting hunting attire, a colorful feather robe, and a red hat on his head.

Melda's face no longer had the lazy smile of the past, and for the first time there was a look of extreme indifference in her eyes.

He slowly took out the homemade mithril flute from his pocket.

Gently pressed against his mouth, and then a burst of melodious music floated over the entire Forbidden Forest.

The melodious voice from a foreign land, carrying deadly illusions, crazily destroyed the vulnerable brains of those acromantulas.

Just for a moment, the restless spider group quieted down, and then they ran towards the distance frantically in a strange way.

There is a lake there.

The galloping giant arachnids, like marionettes one by one, jumped out of the lake one by one with excitement and drowned themselves.

Without that one can only survive.

Because the melodious singing is still floating in the air, like children's songs of celebration, like the whispers of demons.

Welcome to my world - a world without pain.

die! ! !

(End of this chapter)