Melee wizards at Hogwarts

Parsifal looked ugly. He didn't like the feeling of being surrounded by a big invisible net, but he didn't know anything about it, and he even thought he had seen through the future.

He didn't believe that the werewolf uprising was just a coincidence that was ignored.

There are no coincidences in the world, its existence is just an illusion.

Howls came one after another, coming from all directions in the Forbidden Forest.

The east side has the most and the closest ones. Even if he only made a rough estimate, it would not be less than a few dozen. If they were all like the werewolf just now, irrational but retaining their predatory instinct, something would really happen.

A more rational approach, or a more time-traveler approach, would be to take Hermione and the others back to Hogwarts with the portkey and let Dumbledore resolve the chaos. But this is the Forbidden Forest, not a castle. Even if Dumbledore wanted to find the specific location, it would be very difficult.

"Only a fool or a hero would rush over, slash wildly, turn everything upside down, then shake hands and chat with the boss with a smile, and spend the rest of the funds vigorously. The rest will be put on the drama list, if you are still rich , and throw another easter egg.”

For some reason, Parsifal suddenly thought of many pictures.

But he still stopped Bain and Hagrid who wanted to rush over, and tried his best to calm down.

"Bane, I need you to warn the centaurs, all the centaurs you can find, that they may be in danger. Even if it's not a full moon night, werewolf nails can be highly poisonous."

He took off the cloth bag on his body, rummaged through things one by one, and spoke quickly at the same time.

"But you need help."

Baine was troubled, worried about his foal and friends and worried about the Horde.

"This is the wizard's war, but if you still want to come back for revenge, just watch the explosion. The brightest place is where I am."

Parsifal said without raising his head. He emptied his pockets, took off his robe, put the small squares into the pocket of his trousers, then selected a few pieces of parchment and stuffed them into his trousers, and finally a pink The porcelain tea cup was carefully put into the pocket near his heart.

"Don't die, wait for me."

Baine, the centaur, nodded sharply, picked up his spear, and ran into the invisible darkness.

"Hagrid, take them two back to the castle to find Professor Dumbledore."

After carefully distinguishing the remaining two piles of parchment, he stuffed them into Hermione's hands. "When you see someone, tear it up and throw it over. Don't hesitate."

"No, I'm the gamekeeper. I know every part of this forest. I have to save Harry."

Hagrid's beard and hair stood up and he said anxiously. He couldn't believe that Parsifal was ordering him to be a deserter.

"Only you can protect the two of them. Do you want them to die because of your impulse? Go to the principal. Now trust me Hermione, take him away."

Parsifal said loudly that the remaining time did not allow him to delay.

Hermione looked at Parsifal, then at Hagrid, and without any fuss, she grabbed Hagrid's sleeve and dragged him back. Hagrid stood with an ugly expression on his face, but in the end he picked them both up and ran towards the castle with long strides.

"Patsy, what about you?"

Hermione shouted loudly, her hair becoming even more messy in the wind.

"I am indeed a fool, a real fool."

Parsifal, who was only wearing a shirt, didn't answer her again. Whether it was because of the cold wind in the Forbidden Forest or because of his nervousness, his exposed skin felt a little awkward.

"Old Tudou, this time it's over, I really paid it all back."

The moonlight shines through the layers of branches and shines on him, echoing the silver brilliance wrapped around him. Taking one last look in the direction of the fireworks, he started running.

"I hope Quirrell can speak more lines like a decent villain."

Suddenly, Parsifal also wanted to believe in something.

But this is not a fairy tale after all, and I am afraid Voldemort will not give him a chance to make a final struggle.

But if he was lucky, Quirrell probably hadn't shown up yet.

Where the fireworks were rising, Malfoy and Harry were standing back to back. Yaya was the first to run away, and no one knew where he went.

The two of them held their wands tightly and pointed in front of them. Strange guys came out of the shadows one after another, looking at them eagerly.

Or, more accurately, looking at the bright light at the tip of their wand.

"Malfoy, I apologize for trying to kill you just a minute ago."

Harry's voice was trembling. Not long ago, Malfoy had been yelling about something not feeling right, even stealing fireworks from his pocket and lighting them. But now he had to admit that it was a very correct decision.

After the fireworks exploded, in the bushes a few steps away from him, a man with big teeth suddenly rushed towards him. If it hadn't been for Malfoy's timely leg-locking spell, he couldn't imagine what he would be doing now. .

"Scarhead, shut up, we are dead. How could I die with you, my father."

Malfoy's face was as white as paper, and his wand was trembling.

"We won't die here. Listen to me. Let's chant silently until three, use magic spells together, and then rush south. As long as we get close to the castle, they won't dare to pursue us."

Harry snapped, his wand twitching as well.

"One, two,"

"ootorortis leg locking spell"

Harry had just read 2 in his mind when he heard Malfoy scream sharply, and his wand shot out a red light, knocking down a man blocking the road, and he ran towards the castle without looking back.

But Malfoy's escape was like detonating a bomb. Those strange people hunched up strangely and ran towards him.

“ipedienta is full of obstacles”

Ignoring the curse, Harry pointed his wand at the guy closest to him, and a red light shot out, causing him to fall to the ground and take a mouthful of mud.

But Harry couldn't run away anymore, at least some people had surrounded him, and they were getting closer.

“ipedienta is full of obstacles”

“ipedienta is full of obstacles”

“ipedienta is full of obstacles”

One, two, three.

Every time Harry's wand lit up, someone would fall over, but he could almost smell the foul breath of the guy closest to him.

"Someone, come and save me, please."

Harry thought as he kicked the man in front of him in the leg, causing him to stumble.

"secepra Shenfeng Wuying"

A silver light suddenly flashed, and hot blood splashed onto Harry's face.