Hogwarts White Knight

Although it was hard for Gawain not to be moved by the scene before him, he really didn't dare to let Hermione move now.

The result of the blood flowing through the body at double the speed is that his blood vessels have endured too much pressure, so that he has not fully recovered yet, and must continue to drink Madam Pomfrey's special "milkshake" for a few more days. .

"Jane! Be gentle. You don't want me to lie back to the campus hospital again today, do you?" Gawain gently patted Hermione on the back to help her calm down.

But his words made Hermione's face turn red instantly. She let go suddenly, and the force was so strong that Gawain almost pulled him down.

"Okay, okay, we haven't seen each other for a day. Can some kind-hearted person tell me what happened? You are not waiting for me to guess, are you?"

Taking a breath, Gawain asked Harry next to him.

"Gawain, I'm so glad you're back." Harry was amused and laughed, reaching out and fist bumping Gawain's.

"After you passed out, Hermione broke the window on the eighth floor of the castle and called Professor Dumbledore. During dinner, he announced to us that you had won the Special Contribution Award, adding a full 70 points to Gryffindor!

Professor McGonagall also said that she hopes you can compile a paper on the slowing spell you used last. She is sure to be able to apply for a scholarship from the Ministry of Magic and the International Federation of Wizards for you! "

He smiled, genuinely happy for Gawain.

But Harry's words made Hermione glare at him fiercely. As if aware of Gawain's surprised look, she turned her head sharply and walked over to talk to the second-year girl named Katie Bell.

"Expulso is not part of the second grade textbook..."

Gawain accidentally heard a few more words in the conversation, but after thinking about it, he decided not to comment.

"Man, you're so cool! That's the Special Contribution Award! The last time someone won it was fifty years ago, a boy named Tom Riddle!

I saw it when Filch punished me for wiping the showroom! "

Ron interjected enviously, raising Gawain's idol to a higher position in his mind.

"And don't forget, our Harry!"

"He is the youngest Seeker in a century!"

The Weasley twins broke into the conversation, holding two bottles of Butterbeer in each hand.

"Professor McGonagall specially approved it. I think Wood can finally breathe a sigh of relief."

Fred put his arm around Harry's shoulders and smiled.

"Well done, our Lord White Knight."

George handed Gawain a drink and winked.

"Thank you. So are you going to tell me whose idea this 'white knight' was?"

Gawain took it and bumped fists with them one by one, secretly remembering the name of the "Tom Riddle" guy Ron mentioned in his mind.

"That's thanks to Neville! He caused it!"

"The knight saves the princess, how romantic!"

George lay in Fred's arms, and they made a very exaggerated and even comical gesture as if they were performing a drama.

"Thank you, Gawain. Seamus told me that this is how brave men like you are called knights in the Muggle world."

Neville whispered, almost blushing.

"I like this title very much."

Gawain secretly looked around with the corner of his eyes, searching for the trace of Seamus angrily.

He swears!

Whenever you find an opportunity, try to trip Seamus up.

He didn't believe that Seamus didn't know what age the knight was called!

"Okay, okay, I can't let you occupy today's protagonist for too long, otherwise the party won't be able to start."

Senior Angelina interrupted their conversation, dragged Gawain and Harry to the middle of the crowd, stepped on the stage, and loudly announced that the party had started.

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bsp; Gawain has lost count of how many people came to him and hugged him gently, and he also doesn’t remember how many seniors and sisters who had never spoken a word before gently patted his shoulders with a smile. Say "good job".

But Gawain was sure of one thing.

He wouldn't forget this night.

The party continued until Professor McGonagall burst in dissatisfied and drove them back to their dormitory to sleep. By Tuesday, Gawain's injury had healed with Madam Pomfrey's help.

Taking advantage of the dark night, he stepped onto the path outside the castle and walked towards Hagrid's hut by the Forbidden Forest.

Hagrid is the gamekeeper of Hogwarts. He is as strong as a giant, at least four meters tall, but he is actually very gentle.

"Good evening, Gawain."

He waved to Gawain from a distance at the door of the hut. As usual, Hagrid was wearing his amazingly large fur coat and carrying a lantern.

"Good evening, Hagrid. Just the two of us?"

Gawain ran a little faster and stood in front of Hagrid.

"And Yaya, he will follow us, but don't expect him to be very brave."

Hagrid dragged out a long, particularly ferocious, large mastiff from behind. It came close to Gawain, stretched out its hot tongue and licked his hand fiercely.

"Professor Dumbledore told me to take you to the centaurs' settlement, but I don't think you have anything to talk about with them.

You will find that they are as difficult to talk to as stones, and they are annoyingly arrogant. "

Hagrid carried a crossbow as long as Gawain's arm behind his back, held an oil lamp, and strode toward the Forbidden Forest.

His stride is so big.

Gawain had to jog to barely keep up.

"They are the largest group in the Forbidden Forest, but they are divided into many small settlements. The one I take you to is their most important one. The leader of the centaurs, they are called elders, lives there.

Dumbledore has spoken to them and they will..."

Hagrid introduced while clearing the way ahead and using his arms to push aside the dense branches blocking the way.

"careful!"

He suddenly took off the crossbow behind him and shot an arrow into the shadow of the forest.

Gawain didn't know what was happening.

But he knew exactly what he should do.

——He quickly pulled Fang away and shrank behind Hagrid's huge body. At the same time, he took out his wand and whispered "lumos".

A silver flashing light shot out.

It blooms into a brilliant brilliance at the end!

But there was nothing there.

"Cunning bastard!" Hagrid watched cautiously for a while, then put down the crossbow and muttered.

"Maybe it's a werewolf or something like that. It smells of blood and has a bad smell. The spell you just cast was very powerful. Was it taught by Professor Flitwick?"

Hagrid explained to Gawain.

He looked at Gawain's wand with some envy.

The ebony wand looked as mysterious as black onyx under the dim light of the lantern; but the silver handle shone slightly with a faint halo.

"Uh, yes, if you're interested, maybe I can teach you? That's just a little trick of fluorescent flashing."

But Hagrid didn't answer.

Instead, he raised the crossbow again with a solemn expression.

This time Gawain also discovered it.

The dense forest is silent.

A dozen dim lights flickered among the branches and leaves, a cold light that was unique to sharp metal and showed no mercy.

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