Hogwarts White Knight

Gawain never underestimates the dangers of the magical world.

But he never thought it would be such a danger.

Those fleshy sprouts were swaying wantonly. In just a few seconds, they had grown to the thickness of a little finger and were extending towards him.

"Stop struggling! This is the great power given by Him, which cannot be resisted by weak mortals."

Ronan is laughing.

Smiling wildly, laughing crazily.

But Gawain did not despair.

On the contrary, Gawain was extremely calm at the moment.

Although the ropes formed by the black air made it difficult for him to breathe, Ronan's wild laughter in his ears was really irritating.

But Gawain could feel that the wand around his waist was heating up, helping him stay sane.

hope.

——It’s not about being able to break free from the entanglement.

"khronos double accel."

Gawain read silently.

He had never tried the Silent Charm before, but he figured he wouldn't fail.

The blood surges rapidly, allowing Gawain to fully squeeze the power of his body. He tried to struggle, and the black air flow loosened it for half a minute, but it didn't work in the end.

"Ok?"

Ronan asked in surprise. In the blink of an eye, the black air current wrapped around Gawain became three points stronger, but the growth of the granulation also slowed down visibly to the naked eye.

This supports Gawain's guess.

——No matter what the germ is, Ronan needs to concentrate on controlling that disgusting heart.

Whether it is suppressing or integrating.

Otherwise, he could completely control the black airflow to send Gawain to his heart, instead of passively waiting for the damn tentacles to extend here.

"Now, I need a chance."

Gawain thought, and made a decision faster than he thought. --Light, not fire.

Although he had never actually used the Silent Spell, as it was only taught in fifth grade, the principles of the Silent Spell were no stranger to him.

Professor Flitwick taught him privately that the Silent Spell was not truly "silent" in nature, but that it quickly established a kind of self-hypnosis through anchoring, making oneself believe that "sound" actually existed.

"lumos."

Gawain imagined light in his mind, shining, divine, the light that illuminated everything.

Just like what he saw in front of the Gate of Hell on the day he came to Hogwarts...the glorious spear from the Silver City.

A ray of extremely bright light, centered on Gawain's fingertips, bloomed in this small tent. The shining white penetrated the lightless darkness and even illuminated Ronan's skinny torso.

"what!"

Ronan let out a sharp cry, and the black air flow shrank, and even the squirming tendrils were forced to stop.

"*&%￥#!"

The strange spell was shouted from Ronan's mouth, and in just one or two breaths, darkness swept across again, completely extinguishing Gawain's light.

But Gawain's intention has been achieved.

"expulso!"

Extremely thin blue firelight shot out from his fingertips!

It broke through the blocking black airflow, passed through the wriggling tendrils, and fell straight to the ground near the center of the tent.

"Hahahaha! Is this the struggle you rely on to save your life?!"

Ronan was stunned for a second or two before he realized what was happening. He laughed wildly, and even relaxed the control of the black airflow a little more, just to speed up the growth of the fleshy whiskers.

Undoubtedly, Ronan did not show the composure.

Although having his heart pierced like this will not affect the final result, the strength of his soul determines its use value in front of Him.

But Ronan was still wrong about something.

Gawain's target is not the chest or the heart, nor is it Ronan's obviously worthless body.

Instead of his body, the lid of the box fell to the ground!

He wasn't sure whether the power of the spell was enough to defeat the savagely growing flesh sprouts, nor was he sure whether just one opening could destroy Ronan's heart.

But Gawain felt that he could at least try his hand at gambling.

Scarlet tent, pale green snake-shaped flames.

There is no doubt that Gryffindor is not the only one involved here, but also the cunning, mature and steady Slytherin plan.

Gawain didn't believe that with Slytherin's methods, he would act like a stupid red-headed man and trust a guy like Ronan. The contract mentioned by Ronan before proved this point again.

Rather than saying that the magic on the lock is used to lock the inside, it is better to say that it is used to prevent Ronan from breaking the contract and secretly opening the box!

Gawain had no absolute certainty.

But we are already facing a desperate situation. If we don't take a gamble, we might as well just wait for death!

Suddenly, the curtain at the tent door was blown open, and the green flame turned into the shape of a poisonous snake, piercing in as quickly as lightning.

At the moment when Gawain only had a flash of green light in front of his eyes, the snake had already bitten Ronan's dirty heart.

A large group of green lines appeared in mid-air.

But this time Gawain was able to understand its meaning.

“Contrary to the will of the performer.

The price: soul. "

Green flames clung to the surface of the heart, burning silently. The light in Ronan's eyes was beating crazily, but he couldn't mobilize even a trace of black air.

It seemed that even the sound was ignited.

"A merciful death."

Gawain was even more afraid of the ancient wizard being moved. He didn't believe that if Slytherin had told Ronan in advance that there would be such a rogue clause in the contract, Ronan would have signed it willingly.

He even suspected that even Gryffindor himself might not know about this.

It probably took a few minutes before the green flames finally extinguished, and the blue fire in Ronan's eyes had long been extinguished.

The box landed with a dull "thud" sound.

"lumos."

Gawain suppressed his fatigue and took out his wand to light up the tent. He cautiously approached and found that his originally disgusting heart had now turned into a layer of gray-white ashes.

A turquoise jade stone the size of a knuckle was left in the center of the box. It had a light white haze on its surface, which was very beautiful.

Gawain picked up the jade and was surprised to feel that from the palm of his hand that touched the jade, a gurgling warm current was being continuously sent to him.

It was as if he was lying in warm hot water, and the fatigue and pain caused by the rough acceleration of time were being healed little by little.

Suddenly, the curtain was violently opened.

Gawain looked over and saw Margaery holding a spear.

"Put it down, foal, I have no intention of starting a war."

The centaur leader waved his hand, indicating that Gawain did not need to be so vigilant. He looked around the tent until he saw Ronan's eyes, and finally sighed deeply as if relieved.

"you know?!"

Gawain saw Margery's movements, and a bold guess came to him. The ebony wand was pointed quickly, and the spell was already brewing on his lips.

"I only have a little guess. It is the first time that the elder has asked for too much blood, and it is also the first time that he has made such a strong request for the promise holder to come.

So I let Baine go, only he didn't hear the elders' orders. Ronan also hinted at you in his own way, but unfortunately you still came.

The foal should not be a victim; and the centaurs in the dark forest today cannot afford a leader who lived a thousand years ago. "

He explained to Gawain with a calm but bitter expression.

"Dumbledore told me that you need the secret method to enhance your physical fitness, so you want to talk to the elders. Go kill those dirty spiders and come back here, you will gain our respect.

As for now, leave.

The centaurs should be lucky tonight.

But we must grieve. "