Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

Fred felt like today was the worst day ever.

To avoid being kicked out of the alchemy team by Professor Slughorn, he and George were immersed in studying every day, as tired as dogs.

Back in the dormitory, as soon as his head hit the pillow, he fell fast asleep as if he had been hit with a Sleeping Charm.

He hadn't been out for a night stroll in a long time, nor had he had any adventures in Hogwarts at night.

He and George had been looking forward to the Easter holidays so they could go wild and have a great night adventure.

As a result, they did have an adventure, but as to whether it was enjoyable or not, Fred couldn't quite say.

Anyway, his body was pretty sore.

When Professor Robert dragged him into the Forbidden Forest, Fred was very scared.

In his imagination, even if they were discovered, it would only be a matter of points being deducted.

Anyway, he and George hadn't had points deducted for a long time; instead, they had added many points to Gryffindor.

At worst, being scolded by Professor McGonagall wouldn't be unacceptable.

The worst result would simply be a Howler from Mrs. Weasley.

But he never expected that as soon as he approached the Forbidden Forest, he would be knocked down by a curse.

A professor attacking a young wizard!

He wanted to shout out loud, but when Professor Robert dragged him into the Forbidden Forest, he began to feel afraid.

Fred was worried that he would really be killed, after all, anything could happen in the Forbidden Forest.

So, when Professor Robert took away his wand and then cast a counter-curse on him, he stood up and obediently followed Professor Robert's side.

After all, Professor Robert's performance was very different from when he was in class, not to mention that it was deadly dark in the Forbidden Forest!

He couldn't see Professor Robert's expression at all, which undoubtedly made the fear in his heart even heavier, as if a huge stone was pressing on his heart, making it difficult to breathe.

He just silently prayed in his heart, hoping that George could see his situation and ask a more powerful professor for help.

If Professor McGonagall could come, that would be great!

Or Professor Flitwick would be good too!

Fred was grabbed by the neck and staggered through the Forbidden Forest, his clothes already torn by the bushes.

There was a long wound on his left arm, which was left by Professor Robert beside him.

Every time he walked a certain distance, the wound on his arm would be cut open, and then Professor Robert would use his blood to release a kind of magic to determine the direction of travel.

Fred felt a little resentful in his heart!

Wasn't it said that there were many dangerous magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest?

Wasn't it said that the centaurs would patrol the Forbidden Forest, strictly prohibiting wizards from approaching?

Wasn't it said that there were werewolves in the depths of the Forbidden Forest?

Why has it been so quiet all the way?

In the vast Forbidden Forest, apart from Professor Robert's muttering, there wasn't even a bird call!

"Little guy, you're out of luck to run into me!"

"Don't think about calling for help, no one can hear you!"

Robert took out the pendant hanging around his neck and introduced it ostentatiously.

"See, this is a magical item that I bought from other countries at a great price during the Christmas holidays."

"Within 30 meters, it can isolate all sounds and breaths. Moreover, it can simulate the breath of a dragon, so that magical creatures will stay away from it."

"Isn't it very practical in the Forbidden Forest?"

He put the pendant back into his collar, and then glanced greedily at the wound on Fred's arm.

"I've wanted to use this method for a long time, but Dumbledore has been watching at the school, and I haven't had a chance to do it."

"I want to thank you, if you hadn't followed me, I wouldn't have made up my mind to use this method!"

"Hahaha," Robert's laughter was a little suppressed and a little crazy, "Sure enough, Merlin blesses, the little guy who followed is a Gryffindor."

"I will definitely succeed today!"

Crap!

No wonder I haven't encountered any magical creatures!

It turns out that he is carrying this kind of treasure.

This is definitely a night tour artifact!

As he went deeper and deeper, Fred felt a little fortunate again.

Fortunately, he didn't encounter any dangerous magical creatures.

Otherwise, he would definitely be left behind as bait.

No matter how you look at it, this Robert professor who is not mentally normal doesn't look like he will save himself.

I don't know how long they walked, but the two finally came to the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

The trees here are more lush, so dense that you can hardly see the sky.

After passing through a bush, Fred's eyes suddenly lit up - a wide open space appeared in front of them.

In the center of this open space stood a tall boulder!

Robert's eyes lit up, and he walked to the boulder in a few steps.

Is this the destination?

Fred looked at Robert circling the boulder suspiciously.

After only two circles, Robert dragged Fred to the boulder, cut open his wound again, and then smeared the blood on it as if offering a sacrifice.

Then, he pointed his wand at the boulder and chanted something.

"Sanguine Gryffindororum, ostium haereditatis aperiatur!" (With the blood of a Gryffindor student, open the door to the legacy treasure!)

Slowly, a door composed of yellow light appeared on the boulder.

Robert stopped chanting the spell until the door was completely stable.

"I finally found you!"

Saying that, he opened his arms and rushed towards the door with a fanatical look on his face.

With a thud!

Robert was bounced to the side.

"How is that possible?" He looked incredulous, "How is it possible that I can't get in?"

Robert lunged at the light door again and again, and was bounced away again and again.

"I don't believe it!"

"I know, it must be not enough blood!"

He suddenly looked at Fred standing aside and roared with a ferocious expression.

"You! Come here!"

Fred's heart sank, he felt that the Robert professor in front of him was completely crazy!

He can't get in, but he still hits it tirelessly!

Now he wants himself to come forward and bleed.

If this madman doesn't succeed next, what will happen?

If this goes on, it will be dangerous!

No way!

I can't just sit and wait for death!

First, escape from this madman's hands.

Escape into the Forbidden Forest, maybe there is still a glimmer of life, continuing to stay here is undoubtedly seeking death.

Thinking of this, Fred pretended to be afraid and walked towards Professor Robert tremblingly.

At the same time, he secretly reached into his pocket with his right hand and grabbed a Dungbomb.

"Hurry up!!!"

Ignoring Robert's fierce urging, Fred silently calculated the timing of his attack in his heart.

Three steps!

Two steps!

One step!

Fred stood in front of Robert and raised his left arm tremblingly.

While Robert was focusing all his attention on his wound, Fred suddenly stretched out his right hand and slammed the Dungbomb hidden in his hand hard on Robert's face.

"Eat shit!"

Fred turned around and ran, he didn't expect a Dungbomb to do anything.

He just hoped that this Dungbomb could buy him 10 seconds!

No!

5 seconds is enough!

As long as he can leave this open space and enter the bushes.

He can use the terrain to deal with Professor Robert.

Fred's tactics were fine, but he ignored the height difference between the two.

Just two steps out, he was grabbed by Robert from behind.

Before he could struggle, he was slammed hard on the ground.

Fred instantly saw stars and had no strength to resist.

"Ugh..."

Robert grabbed Fred's collar with his left hand while gagging, and pulled him up from the ground.

His right hand held the wand, and the tip of the wand was pressed tightly against Fred's face.

"You nasty kid!"

"How dare you be so dishonest!"

"Isn't it good to offer blood honestly?"

"Since you don't cherish life so much, then this will be your..."

"Enough!"

Along with a low shout, a curse with a red glow flew out from the bushes next to him, hitting the open space next to Robert as a warning.

Snape's figure slowly floated out of the bushes like a ghost.

He held his wand, expressionless, the tip of the wand pointed directly at Robert, and said firmly in that cold, bone-chilling, emotionless voice:

"Tonight's farce ends here!"

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