Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

Suddenly, a scream broke the silence of the Great Wall, followed by a heavy crash. Harry and Professor Daraford hurried to the direction of the sound, their hearts full of worry and anxiety.

When they arrived at the scene, they saw a night watchman being attacked by a white ghost. The night watchman was lying on the ground, covered in blood, but he was still struggling to stand up. The white ghost was standing next to him with a cruel smile on his face.

"Help me!" the night watchman shouted with difficulty.

Harry and Professor Daraford rushed forward immediately, and they worked together to try to save the Night Watch from the clutches of the White Walkers. They used their most powerful magic to try to drive the White Walkers away, but the power of the White Walkers was far beyond their imagination.

"We have to get out of here!" Professor Darafu shouted.

Harry nodded, and they helped the night watchman up and left the scene as quickly as possible. The white ghost chased after them, its eyes flashing with a cold light, as if announcing their death.

They tried their best to escape, the wall of the Great Wall flashed behind them, but the white ghost kept chasing them. They could feel the breath of the white ghost getting closer and closer, as if it could swallow them up at any time.

Finally, after running endlessly, they finally arrived at the entrance of the Great Wall. They fell to the ground, gasping for breath, sweat dripping from their foreheads, but their hearts were still filled with fear and anxiety.

"Are you okay?" A night watchman came over, his face full of concern.

"We're fine, but..." Harry gasped, pointing behind him, "White Ghost..."

The face of the night watchman changed, and he immediately realized the seriousness of the danger. He quickly ordered other night watchmen to prepare for possible attacks, and asked Harry and Professor Darafo to follow him and leave this Jedi.

They passed through the woods, heading into the distance. The cold wind blew and the trees whizzed past them, as if cheering them on as they fled.

Finally, they arrived at the gate of Winterfell. The night watchmen immediately came to greet them, their faces full of joy and relief. Harry and Professor Daraford finally got a break. They were exhausted physically and mentally, but their hearts were full of hope for the future.

In the palace inside Winterfell, Harry Potter appeared in a gorgeous robe, his face solemn and majestic, like a cold king. He looked through the window at the desperate Great Wall in the distance, his heart full of anxiety and worry.

"City Lord, what happened at the Great Wall of Despair?" A confidant came over, his voice tinged with nervousness.

"The white ghost has appeared again," Harry said coldly, "We must act quickly, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous."

He gave the order for the soldiers to prepare to set out to the Wall and completely eliminate the terrible threat. The soldiers followed his orders, their faces full of loyalty and determination, ready to fight for the Lord of the City, Harry Potter.

In the evening, Harry and the soldiers came to the foot of the Wall. The shadow of the Wall looked more solemn and ancient in the afterglow of the setting sun, as if it was a sacred barrier guarding this land.

"We must be careful," Harry said to the soldiers, his eyes fixed on the woods in the distance. "The White Walkers only haunt outside the Wall. We have to find it in the dark."

The soldiers nodded in response, picked up their weapons, and prepared for the upcoming battle. Harry took a deep breath, he knew that this battle would be difficult and tragic, but he also believed that as long as they worked together, they would be able to win.

Just as they were about to leave, a night watchman was caught by the soldiers. He was tied to a tree, covered in wounds, but still full of tenacious vitality. Harry walked over, his eyes locked on the night watchman, his heart full of suspicion and uneasiness.

"Who is this?" Harry asked, his voice cold and stern.

“He is a night watchman, sir,” the soldier replied. “We captured him on the mountain, and he admitted that he was an accomplice of the White Walkers.”

Harry frowned, and scanned the watchman's face, trying to find a hint of truth. But the watchman's expression was cold and firm, as if he was not going to reveal any secrets.

"Are you an accomplice of the White Walkers?" Harry's voice was full of anger and majesty.

The night watchman was silent for a while. Finally, he raised his head. His eyes were firm and cold. He said, "Yes, I am in cahoots with the white ghosts. Our goal is to destroy you and your city and let this land be immersed in darkness forever!"

Harry heard this, anger and indignation ignited in his heart. He stared coldly at the night watchman, his hand clenched the wand, ready to defeat him completely.

"Soldiers," Harry ordered, "bring him to justice. We can't let him continue to run rampant!"

In the darkness of the Wall, the threat of the White Walkers still lingers. Soldiers led by Harry Potter search every corner, trying to find traces of the White Walkers. Meanwhile, in the woods outside the Wall, a night watchman walks alone, responsible for guarding the Wall and ensuring that no one escapes from this cursed land.

When the night watchman passed through the woods, the cold wind was biting and the leaves rustled in the wind, giving people a gloomy feeling. He held a long sword and scanned the surrounding environment vigilantly, ready to meet possible threats at any time.

Suddenly, a biting cold wind blew, and the night watchman sensed a hint of unusual breath. He stopped and looked around vigilantly, but found nothing. However, his inner alertness became stronger and stronger, as if an ominous premonition was shrouding him.

At this moment, a white figure suddenly appeared in front of him, its figure was illusory and strange, as if it came from another world. The night watchman's heartbeat accelerated, but he immediately calmed down, holding a long sword, ready to fight this enemy from the darkness to the end.

"White Ghost!" the night watchman shouted in a low voice, his voice full of determination and courage.

The white ghost did not speak, its eyes flashed with a cold light, as if mocking the courage of the night watchman.

When the night watchman passed through the woods, the cold wind was biting and the leaves rustled in the wind, giving people a gloomy feeling. He held a long sword and scanned the surrounding environment vigilantly, ready to meet possible threats at any time.

Finally, after running endlessly, they finally arrived at the entrance of the Great Wall. They fell to the ground, gasping for breath, sweat dripping from their foreheads, but their hearts were still filled with fear and anxiety.