Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

Fred was having a terrible day.

In order to avoid being kicked out of the alchemy team by Professor Swan, he and George immersed themselves in study every day and worked themselves to death like dogs.

After returning to the dormitory, as soon as he touched the pillow, he fell into a deep sleep as if he was cast under a sleeping spell.

It had been a long time since he had gone on a night tour or had any adventures in Hogwarts at night.

After finally waiting for the Easter holiday, he and George decided to go crazy and have a thrilling night adventure.

As a result, there was an adventure, but Fred couldn't tell whether it was enjoyable or not.

Anyway, my body hurts a lot.

When Fred was first dragged into the Forbidden Forest by Professor Robert, he was still very scared.

In his opinion, even if he was discovered, he would only lose points.

Anyway, he and George hadn't been deducted points for a long time, and instead added a lot of points for Gryffindor.

More seriously, being scolded by Professor McGonagall is not unacceptable.

The worst that could happen was a howling letter from Mrs. Weasley.

But he never expected that he would be knocked down by a spell as soon as he approached the forbidden forest.

The professor attacks the little wizard!

He wanted to scream, but when he was dragged into the Forbidden Forest by Professor Robert, he began to feel scared.

Fred was worried that he would really be killed. After all, in the Forbidden Forest, anything could happen.

So, when Professor Robert took away his wand and released the curse on him, he stood up and followed Professor Robert obediently.

After all, Professor Robert's behavior was very different from his usual teaching style, not to mention that it was terribly dark in the Forbidden Forest!

He couldn't see Professor Robert's expression at all, which undoubtedly made the fear in his heart even greater, as if a huge rock was pressing on his heart, making it hard to breathe.

He just prayed silently in his heart, hoping that after George saw his situation, he would ask a more powerful professor for help.

If only Professor McGonagall could come over!

Or Professor Flitwick would be nice too!

Fred was grabbed by the neck and staggered in the Forbidden Forest, his clothes being torn by the bushes.

There was a long wound on his left arm, which was left by Professor Robert who was beside him.

Every time he walked a certain distance, the wound on his arm would be cut open, and then Professor Robert would use his blood to release a kind of magic to determine the direction of travel.

Fred felt a little resentful!

Aren’t there many dangerous magical animals in the Forbidden Forest?

Aren’t there centaurs patrolling the Forbidden Forest and strictly prohibiting wizards from approaching?

Aren’t there werewolves deep in the forbidden forest?

Why is it so quiet all the way?

In the huge forbidden forest, there was not even a bird singing except Professor Robert's mumbling!

"Little guy, you're unlucky to have bumped into my hand!"

"Don't even think about shouting for help, no one can hear you!"

Robert took out the pendant hanging around his neck and introduced it proudly.

"See? This is a magical item I bought from another country at a high price during Christmas."

"Within 30 meters, it can block out all sounds and smells. Moreover, it can simulate the breath of a dragon, making magical creatures stay away from it."

"Isn't it very practical in the Forbidden Forest?"

He replaced the pendant on his collar and glanced greedily at the wound on Fred's arm.

"I've wanted to use this method for a long time, but Dumbledore has been watching the school, so I have no chance to do it."

"I want to thank you. If you hadn't caught up with me, I wouldn't have made up my mind to use this method!"

"Hahaha." Robert's laughter was a little suppressed and a little crazy. "It's really Merlin's blessing that the little guy who followed is a Gryffindor."

“I will succeed today!”

Done!

No wonder I can’t encounter any magical animals!

It turns out that I carry this treasure with me.

This is definitely a great tool for night tours!

As they went deeper and deeper, Fred felt somewhat relieved.

Fortunately, we didn't encounter any dangerous magical animals.

Otherwise, I would definitely be left behind as bait.

No matter how you look at it, this mentally ill Professor Robert doesn't look like he would save himself.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the two finally arrived at the depths of the forbidden forest.

The trees here are becoming more and more lush, so dense that the sky is almost invisible.

After passing through a bush, Fred's eyes suddenly opened up - a wide flat land appeared in front of them.

In the center of this open space stands a tall boulder!

Robert's eyes lit up and he walked to the boulder in two or three steps.

Is this the destination?

Fred watched Robert circling the boulder suspiciously.

After only two turns, Robert dragged Fred to the boulder, cut his wound again, and then smeared the blood on it as if offering a sacrifice.

Then he pointed his wand at the boulder and muttered something.

"Sanguine Gryffindororum, ostium haereditatis aperiatur!" (Use the blood of Gryffindor students to open the door to the inherited treasure!)

Slowly, a gate made of yellow light appeared on the boulder.

Robert didn't stop casting the spell until the door was completely stabilized.

"I finally found you!"

As he said this, he opened his arms and rushed towards the door with a fanatical look on his face.

Boom!

Robert was flicked aside.

"How is that possible?" He was incredulous. "How is it possible that I can't get in?"

Robert rushed towards the light gate again and again, and was bounced back again and again.

"I do not believe!"

"I know, there must not be enough blood!"

He suddenly looked at Fred who was standing beside him and roared with a ferocious look on his face.

"come here!"

Fred's heart sank. He felt that Professor Robert in front of him had gone completely crazy!

Knowing that you can't get in, you still keep bumping into it tirelessly!

Now you have to go forward and let the blood yourself.

What if this madman fails next time?

If this continues, it will be dangerous!

No!

We can't just sit there and wait for death!

Escape from this madman first.

Escaping to the forbidden forest might give him a glimmer of hope, but staying here would undoubtedly lead to his own death.

Thinking of this, Fred pretended to be scared and walked towards Professor Robert tremblingly.

At the same time, his right hand secretly reached into the pocket of his clothes and grasped a dung bomb.

“Go faster!!!”

Ignoring Robert's vicious urging, Fred silently calculated the timing of his attack.

Three steps!

Two steps!

step!

Fred stood in front of Robert and raised his left arm tremblingly.

While Robert was focusing all his attention on his wound, Fred suddenly stretched out his right hand and smashed the dung bomb hidden in his hand hard on Robert's face.

"Eat shit, you!"

Fred turned and ran, not expecting anything from a dungbomb.

He just hoped that this dung bomb could buy him 10 seconds!

Do not!

Just 5 seconds!

As long as we can get out of this open area and into the trees.

He can use the terrain to deal with Professor Robert.

There was nothing wrong with Fred's tactics, but he ignored the height difference between the two.

He had just taken two steps when Robert grabbed his clothes from behind.

Before he could struggle, he was thrown heavily to the ground.

Fred's eyes suddenly turned red and he didn't have the strength to resist at all.

"vomit......"

Robert retched as he reached out his left hand to grab Fred by the collar and pulled him up from the ground.

He held the wand in his right hand and pressed the tip of it firmly against Fred's face.

"You damned boy!"

“How could you be so dishonest!”

"Wouldn't it be better to just donate blood honestly?"

"Since you don't value your life, this place is yours..."

"enough!"

With a low shout, a spell with a red glow flew out from the bushes next to it and hit the open space next to Robert as if as a warning.

Snape's figure slowly floated out from the bushes like a ghost.

He held the wand in his hand, expressionless, with the tip of the wand pointed directly at Robert, and said firmly in his icy, emotionless voice:

"Tonight's farce ends here!"

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