Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

Chapter 175 The Escaped Malfoy (page 12)

In order to protect the image of the sensitive Slytherin junior in the eyes of the seniors, Clooney had to cough lightly.

Who knew that this frightened the little boy even more? He held Miss Albert's head tightly with both hands, and his whole body sat on her head.

"Malfoy-" Clooney had to speak, "I mean, Draco, are you okay?"

"No!" Realizing that he was leaning against a huge window, Malfoy quickly climbed off her head and hid in the corner between Miss Albert and the wall. His two The little followers also shivered and squeezed to the Slytherins' side.

They were so big that they squeezed themselves into a disheveled shape.

"What's wrong?" She patted the boy's back patiently, and he clung to her even harder, not caring about the others' faces as dark as the bottom of a pot.

"There's a monster..." he said, "a very disgusting, vomiting monster, Miss Albert..."

"It's weird, I feel so scared..." The boy's tone was still trembling, but the warm light made him feel much better, "It's very cold, I can't see anything, I can only feel very scary, what's the matter?" Something very scary is going to take me away..."

Malfoy's originally white face was even a little blue at this moment, and he looked really freezing. His mouth was white, and he looked like he was scared and couldn't understand.

"We originally wanted to find someone to stay with..." Hidden behind the two majestic boys were two Slytherin kids with equally pale faces. If she remembered correctly, one was Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zambini.

The girl's movements were also unusually fast, and she jumped to Malfoy's side beside him.

"I remember that the prefects' carriage was a little further inside..." Zambini's dark cheeks clenched together, "But that thing kept chasing us."

"Will it absorb people's positive emotions?" The cold chill gradually approached as their conversation deepened, and Mr. Black was already ready to rush out and fight with them.

"What a familiar description..." Green's face began to flash before Clowney's eyes unconsciously - it's so strange, why did he suddenly think of him at this time?

Because he taught her a very interesting spell that was thought to be unusable.

"Is it a dementor?" Helles snuggled into Miss Albert's arms with an embarrassed look on his face, and calmly squeezed Malfoy out, "I remember - there is no escape record in Azkaban. The reason is because they use dementors as prison guards."

"...Dementors?"

"Why - appear in -"

She got it.

Because they were worried that the fugitive would blend into the crowd of students, the Ministry of Magic chose to use this method to search? The whereabouts of this fugitive. But the dementors are not qualified policemen. They are like wolves thrown into the flock. Their food is everywhere. In their eyes, the helpless little wizard is nothing like a prepared buffet. Both.

"There's something wrong..." Miss Albert suddenly stood up, "What the hell, do these people never use their brains to do things?"

The expressions of the people in the carriage were different. Clooney patted Helles's arm gently, then touched her back, and then stood up from his seat: "This..."

The boys' faces were also very ugly.

"I know what you are going to do, Claudio." Cedric's tone was still gentle, but he was also frowning at this moment.

They did not spend time practicing this unimportant spell, and in most cases the emotional spell had nothing to do with their respective research topics. At this moment, only Clooney Albert could stand up.

It's so outrageous...

Fred smiled, and George looked at him sideways.

"Yeah," Fred said, "What should we do now?"

"Let me see..." Clooney nodded, the black wand drawing a smooth arc in the air, her movements very serious.

"Call the gods to protect you."

A huge tiger sat on the ground, its soft hair brushing against everyone around it, and silver light remaining in small pieces on the corners of everyone's robes.

Miss Albert looked very tired after casting the spell. She touched Mr. Black's head, and the two big cats looked at each other, and Mr. Black jumped back into Helles' arms and huddled together.

The silver-white figure was ready to go, suddenly passed through the half-open door, and pounced into the darkness. Only a very dull pop was heard, something was hit, and there was a breathless cry that was difficult for humans to make, and then there was a continuous slapping sound.

Miss Albert poked her head out from the door. The corridor was dark, with only a few cars lit up. A sliver of light shone through the cracks in the door, and some outlines could be vaguely seen.

In the corridor, there were panicked students, but more of them were dementors floating around like dead corpses. When they heard the sound of such a fierce struggle, these terrifying-looking creatures all turned their heads sideways and stretched out their arms. licking their long knuckles, like sheep suddenly attracted by a strange sound.

"People with high skills can use many conjuring guards at the same time..." Miss Albert turned her back to the carriage, "But I didn't work hard on it, I couldn't create clones, and the range was not large. ..But this mist-like magic effect can produce a lot."

"They don't last long." She said, "If you want...you can go find the people you are worried about...Although you can't attack like the physical God-calling guards, they should be afraid. ..."

Her voice sounded even weaker.

Just kidding, who else is Hellas worried about?

She glared at Miss Albert angrily, and the girl was looking at her with helpless eyes in the dim light.

Well, of course there is. Perhaps Emilia is one of them. She must be staying with other students of the same grade. In any case, finding them at this moment and staying with them is the most cost-effective action.

"I'm going to find Rolf." Cedric nodded, stood up and followed Clooney.

The twins got up easily and prepared to walk through each carriage.

The little Slytherin snakes raised their heads tremblingly.

"Okay." Crowney said, "Do you want me to lock the door for you?"

"..." Pansy shook her head, "But can we just stay here?"

"of course can."

Although the tiger seemed extremely docile in front of Miss Albert, it was still a ferocious beast. It triumphantly dragged a dementor and began to patrol the corridors of the train.

Perhaps frightened by its behavior, the dementors began to slowly move back.

A feeble voice sounded from behind her.

"That's a pretty good Patronus charm, kids."

The voice sounded much older than their age, which subconsciously gave people some bad associations. The light of the wand moved slightly from the front to the back, and only then did Clooney see clearly the appearance of the person in front of him.

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