[HP] Noble

When Scorpius and Draco rushed back to the auditorium, the group of Death Eaters had already stormed into the atrium of the castle. I believe they would return to the castle in a short time—almost all the students and teachers were going to the castle. Retreating, it is the blessing of Ravenclaw that blocks the progress of the Death Eaters outside. The long history of Hogwarts has allowed statues and armor to form a continuous army, placed in the corridor leading to Dumbledore's office The armors of the Knights of the Round Table led a tenacious struggle with the Death Eaters—the wizard of light bought a lot of time, the founder of Ravenclaw College, she is really a A great witch.

If Scorpius realized that there had been casualties in the corridor, this situation is now better reflected in the auditorium.The portraits that were originally hung in the auditorium were empty, and the entire auditorium was extremely quiet, people were talking in low voices, and everyone seemed exhausted—they were almost numbly carrying out their work.

A person almost knocked Scorpius to the ground. Fortunately, even though Draco reached out to support him, the Slytherin prince, who would have said something under normal circumstances, was surprisingly quiet this time. Scorpius wondered Looking up, he was surprised to find that it was none other than their great savior Potter.

His face was painted, his glasses were dirty and cracked, his hair was still messy and colorless like a bird's nest, and the Gryffindor robes were draped over him, the bottoms of which were charred. , the whole robe was crumpled like a rag—Harry didn't seem to notice who he bumped into at all, his eyes were dull, and he seemed to be dead.

Scorpius was stunned, looked down, and then he felt as if his heart was firmly grasped by an invisible hand, and his heart was hit hard—he saw Harry and Ron carrying a The body—to be precise, it was a corpse. The corpse was covered with a blood-stained white cloth, and the hand that had probably become cold was hanging down feebly, shaking back and forth in the air feebly.

The chin was pinched by a cold hand, and the strength moved Scorpius' face to the side. The fourth-year Slytherin blinked and looked at a pair of calm silver-gray pupils.

"It's a Gryffindor, and it should be no older than a fourth grader." Draco said flatly, "I can see the tie peeking out from under the white cloth."

Scorpius crossed his head again in silence, and he saw Harry put the corpse in the corner of the auditorium - there were more than a dozen dead bodies neatly placed there, when Gryffindor put down He leaned against the corner of the auditorium for a while, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. Ron beside him seemed to be whispering something, but Harry was just silent, more and more silent.

Scorpius was too far away from the places where the remains were placed. He wanted to walk over to have a look. When he took the first step, he found that he didn't want to go there. However, he couldn't control his steps. —until Draco reached out and grabbed him.

"Those are from the vanguard," Draco said. "No one from Slytherin is in the vanguard...nor are any of yours."

"..."

Although he knew that this was not good, Scorpius had to admit that a huge stone fell to the ground in his heart.

The crying sound not far away attracted him. He looked over and found that it was Mrs. Weasley and the youngest sister of the Weasley family hugging each other. Robe, the whole person huddled up, crying in a mess, she kept repeating words like "I don't want to fight any more", while Mrs. Weasley just silently held her daughter tighter in her arms .

Ginny Weasley, she is indeed an out-and-out Slytherin, sensitive, arrogant, mercenary, and becomes very easily shaken and vulnerable in the face of interests.

"We came across Colin's dead body on the way back from Professor Dumbledore's office... and Percy, who was bitten by a werewolf, and then he pulled out his wand and cast a Killing Curse on himself." A numb A female voice sounded from behind the two Slytherins. It was Hermione. She appeared behind Scorpius and the others at some point, brushing her disheveled hair. The Gryffindor girl frowned and looked a little dull, " At that time, we were dealing with those goblins in the atrium on the first floor, and no one knew why a group of werewolves suddenly appeared at Ginny's feet—"

"No one in Slytherin is in the Vanguard," Draco said, frowning.

"Ginny came here by herself, she probably wanted to stay with her family." Hermione glanced at Draco, "It was all messed up at that time, who cares about it—Persy completely forgot about it in order to save Ginny. Behind him, another werewolf rushed up and bit his shoulder... It was Oliver who brought his body back. We wiped out those werewolves, but who knows how many more were there after that... "

Hermione sighed, more like talking to herself. After she finished speaking, she walked quickly to Ginny and Mrs. Weasley, and after exchanging a firm hug with them, the next second she Caught tightly in George Weasley's arms, when they parted, Scorpius noticed that Hermione's eyes were red.

When Scorpius was looking around at everything in the auditorium, his wrist was suddenly grabbed.

"Don't look at it." Draco said lightly, his pointed and pale jaw pointed towards a corner of the auditorium, where Dumbledore was busy healing Professor Flitwick, the little man The professor looked pale now, with his arms flung open ferociously, and his plaid suit was dyed bright red.

"Another slashing spell with a curse attached," Draco said, "same as the case of the Ravenclaw injury before, it should be done by one person-even the Dark Lord's people may not be responsible for this have been researched.”

Scorpius followed closely behind Draco, his wand in his hand, "It sounds like you already know who that man is."

"A long time ago, the family specialized in manufacturing cursed magic equipment, and later evolved into adding curses to harmful spells-people from the Nott family always like to specialize in this kind of heresy, so they will never be on the table." Slater Prince Lin sneered, and they came to Professor Flitwick's side - Dumbledore obviously knew how to deal with this kind of wound, but when a bright wizard tried to use the dark wizard's spell, the effect was always unsatisfactory .

After seeing Draco and the others, the old headmaster's eyes lit up, and he immediately made room for them, "I always wonder when they will be able to contact you, ah, come on kids, your professor of spells is coming need you."

Draco pulled out his wand, and the blue light from the tip of the wand enveloped Professor Flitwick's bloody arm in circles, showing thick black smoke emerging from the wound, and then the black smoke liquidized into Black water dripped on the ground along the wound, "Why didn't you ask Dirga Brest to do it?" Draco asked, "It is said that he is also an expert in this area."

"Mr. Dilga Brest has left Hogwarts early," said Dumbledore mildly. "He has more important things to do."

Draco nodded and stepped aside, Dumbledore immediately cast a healing spell, and the wound that had been bleeding was finally showing signs of healing.

Dumbledore seemed to want to say something more, but at this moment, there was an unprecedented vibration in the auditorium, and almost the whole castle shook——the light in the auditorium flickered, and the girls' screams rang out piercingly ——In the violent vibration, Scorpius stumbled to the window and looked out, and then he was surprised to find that the entire hunting ground was on fire as far as his eyes could see—"Don't be afraid, Fangya! Be quiet!" Next to Copi was Hagrid, who tried to calm the panicked big hound, but the screaming of the crowd and the sea of ​​fire outside the window seemed to have really frightened the poor hound. It bared its teeth and tucked its tail in hysteria. barking.

It was probably still snowing outside. Scorpius was lying by the window. He squinted his eyes and tried to look out. In a sea of ​​flames, he seemed to see some unusual creatures—they were melted in the fire, two to three meters away. Gao, with scorching flames burning on his body, and slender pupils as red as magma, they are the ones who launched this attack.

One of them seemed to be their leader. It stood behind more than a dozen monsters. It didn't try to burn everything around it. As if it sensed the peeping, the pair of red eyes raised—almost caught off guard, Scorpius and the monster looked at each other.

An intense fear gripped the fourth-year Slytherins.

He took a step back and crashed into a warm embrace.

"See what?" Draco's calm voice rang in his ears, they were so close that the hot air sprayed by Draco's words covered his cold earlobe.

"A group of monsters, red eyes, two to three meters tall, long hands and feet..."

"It's the Lord of Fire," Draco patted Scorpius' head, "normally we can't see them, if you can... we're in trouble, tell Dumbledore right away—"

As soon as Draco's words fell, there was a bang, the door of the auditorium was pushed open, and countless bloody people rushed in. The auditorium instantly became chaotic, and Voldemort's crazy voice was heard in everyone's ears at the same time It sounded—【The final attack has begun!Surrender!Give me who I want!Otherwise, all that awaits you is death! ] "They've already come in!"

"—Dumbledore! Dumbledore!"

"We can't see the enemy! Tonks and Lupine are gone - something invisible is attacking us!"

"Where's Harry?! Who saw Harry?—"

……

Peeves shrieked and rolled somersaults on top of the panic-stricken people entering the Great Hall, giggling excitedly—"They're coming! They're coming! Those dreadful spirits! Oh Oriental boy, I knew you could - drive them away - this is Master Peeves' territory! Fight them off, those bloody undead -"