Hogwarts: I'm really not the third Dark Lord

"If I win, you are not allowed to attack Jerry until I defeat him!"

Hermione was also surprised when she heard this.

You actually want to defeat the big devil yourself, young man, you are very brave!

Although she didn't think Malfoy could really do it, Hermione wouldn't hit him at this time.

"Okay! Very energetic! I promise you!"

……

Ten minutes later, Malfoy was lying on the ground with a bruised nose and face, surrounded by trophies, statues, and shields that had fallen all over the floor...

Harry, Ron, Neville, Crabbe, and Goyle stood aside shivering.

Just now, Hermione just waved her wand, and the trophies, statues, and shields were suspended in the air, and then shot towards Malfoy like bullets.

Poor Malfoy, after activating the alchemy ring to resist for several minutes, he finally made an oversight and was hit on the forehead by a statue, and was immediately swallowed up by a steady stream of "hidden weapons".

"You lose," Hermione said easily, putting her wand back in her pocket.

Malfoy was lying on the ground with a look of grief and anger on his face: "Gu... I will not betray Jerry!"

"Oh, breaking promises, is this the tradition of the Malfoy family?" The girl didn't look surprised at all. "It seems I should remind everyone to stay away from Malfoy. What do you think?"

Harry, Ron and Neville naturally nodded wildly. Through his swollen eyes, Malfoy sadly discovered that Crabbe and Goyle were actually nodding their heads hurriedly.

His boss is not dead yet!

Malfoy lowered his head in humiliation: "I...promise you."

The worst that can happen is to give in and talk about trivial things...

But Hermione shook her fingers as if she had read through his thoughts: "Don't even think about lying. You know, there is a potion called Veritaserum..."

"You're committing a crime!" Malfoy screamed.

"You're overthinking it," Hermione said with a smile, "How could I use Veritaserum on my classmate...unless he accidentally drank it himself, right?"

"..."

Malfoy was desperate. If he had a choice, he wanted to go back two hours and tell Filch everything about this place...

Just as he thought of Filch, there was a rustling of footsteps outside the door.

"Damn it! It must be Peeves again. He stayed up in the middle of the night and made a tinkling noise... I must tell the principal and kick him out!"

It's Filch!

The noise they made while fighting just now was so loud that it alerted Filch who was patrolling the castle!

"Run!"

Harry whispered, Crabbe and Goyle supported Malfoy, and they ran forward along a corridor filled with armor.

They walked around corridor after corridor and climbed steps after steps, but a dark shadow was always chasing after them.

It was Lady Norris, a skinny cat with great agility for her size and a familiarity with the castle.

It clung to several people, meowing from time to time to point out the direction for Filch.

"Damn it!" Ron cursed, shooting a red beam at it, which was dodged by a light jump.

This also makes it scream more sadly.

"Honey, what did those little villains do to you?"

Filch's shouts could be heard in the distance, and his footsteps were getting closer.

After turning another corner, they were surprised to find that Mrs. Norris had stopped.

As if there was an invisible line in front of it, the cat stopped in place and hesitated.

"Good opportunity!" Several people ran forward desperately along the corridor, and finally bumped into a locked door.

This is a dead end.

"It's over!" Harry said desperately. There was a door in front and a cat in the back, and they were stuck in the middle.

"Get out of the way!" Hermione squeezed him away, took out her wand and knocked on the lock, "Open the Alaho hole!"

The door opened with a click, and several people rushed in and locked the door.

Filch's voice came from outside the door: "Dear, you said they are right in front?"

"Meow~"

Then there was a moment of silence, followed by:

"Maybe you saw it wrong, that stupid thing won't be so quiet..."

"Meow!"

"Okay, okay, I think I should find a professor to come over..."

The footsteps faded away, and Harry breathed a sigh of relief: "He's gone..."

He was about to ask everyone to leave when he heard Hermione's trembling voice behind him: "Harry, don't look back..."

But it was too late. Harry turned around and saw it - like a nightmare, what appeared in front of him was a big dog as high as the ceiling. The big dog had three heads, and three pairs of eyes looked at it at the same time. They - it's like watching a late night snack.Drool flowed down the corners of its mouth.

Harry was about to scream when Hermione waved her wand quickly. He felt as if his mouth was stuck and he couldn't open it.

Looking at the other people, even though they also looked frightened, surprisingly they didn't make any sound.

Hermione whispered: "Harry, open the door, hurry up!"

Harry's hands finally regained some feeling. He fumbled and grasped the door handle, and then twisted it violently!

The door is open!

Everyone rushed out in silence, and there was a roar behind them.

Ignoring Filch and Mrs. Norris, they ran wildly in the corridor.

Compared to death, even being expelled is not that terrible.

Running back to the common room, several people slumped into armchairs, unable to speak for a long time.

The effectiveness of the magic was fading. After Harry felt that he could open his mouth, he couldn't help but say:

"What the hell is that?"

Neville suddenly stood up and left without saying a word.

His face was pale, what happened tonight was still too exciting for him.

They stared at Neville's back for a long time before Hermione spoke sadly: "The corridor next to the fourth floor, Dumbledore mentioned it."

"The one who doesn't want to die accidentally and tragically?" Ron's lips trembled, "No wonder everyone said he was stupid and put that kind of thing into the castle - what on earth was he thinking?"

……

Neville lay on the bed and buried his head in the quilt.

The big dog was certainly scary, but what disappointed him even more was his own powerlessness.

Among the three people sitting in the same carriage, he seemed to be getting further and further away from the other two.

There seemed to be a voice saying to him:

"You consider them your friends, do they consider you their friend?"

"Of course!" Neville retorted in his mind, "Hermione often helps me, and Jerry is also very kind to me..."

"That may be the case." The voice continued to ramble, "But, friendship can only appear among people who are not very different from each other. Otherwise, it is just unilateral charity. They have helped you, and you can help them. ?"

"I……"

Neville suddenly thought of what Professor Quirrell had told him before:

"You have great potential, child... The failed forgetting spell destroyed everything. I can help you find your lost talents..."