There was dead silence in the whole bookstore.
Peter froze in place, his two turbid and yellowish mung bean eyes almost protruding from their sockets.
The absurdity, horror, and bone-deep fear upon hearing the name Dark Lord completely shattered his brain in just one second.
What's going on?!
This thirteen-year-old Hogwarts student not only called Dark Lord by his first name without any hesitation, he even called him Tom affectionately?
As for the last sentence "braised eggs"--
Dark Lord's pale, bald, noseless snake face flashed through Peter's mind.
Humiliation, this is naked humiliation!
Look at the thin student in front of you.
He was instantly aroused with murderous intent.
Peter screamed, the fat all over his body trembled violently, turned around Wand, and pointed at the opponent like crazy:
"How can the great Dark Lord have the same name as the boss of Leaky Cauldron?!"
"You're looking for death--!!"
Wand shook, and a dazzling Red Light shot towards Gavin.
However, Gavin didn't even raise his eyelids.
The moment Peter's wrist muscles twitched, the chaotic, vicious and unprepared thoughts were clearly exposed in Legilimency.
An idiot who can't even Occlumency.
Gavin just raised the Wand in his hand casually, and the tip of the staff gently picked up the Red Light in mid-air.
Deflection Charm.
This is actually a technique derived from Shield Charm.
Ordinary wizards are accustomed to erecting an entire Magic barrier to resist the full impact of Curse, which consumes a lot of energy; while an accomplished wizard only needs to concentrate the Shield Charm on the hand holding the staff when the opponent's curse light comes, so that the curse light can slip out along the slope of the light armor.
This is the origin of those cool Wand fighting scenes in movie scenes from previous lives.
This extremely economical consumption is just right for his current Magic tight body.
This technique is recorded in the Shield Charm notes of Flitwick. Gavin has learned it a long time ago, but has never had the chance to use it.
In the past, he always opened it directly.
It's just perfect for use now.
Chi!
The horrifying Stunning Spell was bounced on the spot along the invisible cross-section, and hit the Walnut Wood bookshelf behind, causing the Pine column to explode.
Peter looked at this scene and was stunned.
This is by no means a skill that a student can use. It requires extreme reaction and Magic control. Not even many Auror can do it. Only elite wizards like Sirius and James can do it.
Who is this kid?!
Before Peter could react, Gavin shook his backhand, and an invisible Knockback Jinx hit the short and fat man on the chest.
Bang!
Peter flew backwards more than two meters away and hit the wooden floor next to Long Table. Wand was directly thrown away and slid into a blind corner deep in the counter.
Before Peter could stand up, Wand in Gavin's hand swiped across the air.
Sectumsempra.
He didn't have much Magic to use, and there was only a very weak invisible crack passing through the air.
There was a soft chirping sound.
Peter's right wrist, which had just supported the ground, suddenly burst into a thin line of blood. The skin and flesh were turned out, and the blood instantly soaked the dirty cuff.
"Ouch--!"
Peter screamed like a slaughtering pig.
"Severus's Spell? Who are you to him--"
The fat body suddenly straightened up and tried to stand up, but stopped abruptly in mid-air.
Because a cold crack suddenly solidified an inch in front of the tip of his nose.
The second invisible blade was hovering steadily in front of his eyes at some point.
The air was slightly distorted, and a sharp energy stung his eyebrows, as if if he dared to move even half an inch forward, the invisible blade would cut his head open.
Peter's scream was stuck in his throat and turned into a funny burp.
"Ugh--! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"
The short and fat man was completely paralyzed in a pool of blood, his fat body was shaking violently, his face was covered with snot and tears, he pressed his bleeding wrist with both hands, and rolled and crawled with his head on the ground:
"Please... don't do it! Don't kill me!"
That spineless kneeling posture was so skillful that it was disgusting.
Gavin walked forward slowly, looking down at the mud on the ground:
"Tell me, how did you survive? How did you end up here?"
Peter was trembling all over, not daring to raise his head to look at the young man's calm and cold eyes, and explained incoherently:
"I... I can't stand the days in the wild... After staying in Weasley family for so many years, I have hot soup and bread every day..."
"After escaping, I couldn't find anything to eat at all... I didn't dare to go to Knockturn Alley, there were all crazy people there... Hogsmeade was the safest, so I slipped in..."
"That old shopkeeper... I gave him Imperius Curse! He doesn't know anything. I just want to find a place to eat and wear clothes... Please, let me go, I didn't do anything! Really, I swear!"
Gavin looked at him with no trace of emotion in his eyes.
No wonder the old man at the front desk acted stiffly and felt drowsy all day long. The reason was finally correct.
But this guy in front of me...
Gavin silently evaluated in his heart.
Killing is easy, but it would be a bit wasteful.
What can I do if I keep it?
Is it made into Calculation Book?
Gavin frowned slightly.
Tom Riddle and Cyril in Diary are both top-spec soul fragments. One is part of Dark Lord, and the other is the high-end Saints that took over the legacy of Grindelwald. The logic is strict and Magic is pure. It is quite easy to be used as the first generation computing power core.
And this thing in front of me... is mentally retarded, has scattered thinking, and is full of junk information about stealing bread and begging for mercy.
Is it really okay to use it as Calculation Book?
Maybe it can be used as a low-end co-processor to handle chores? Or simply as a consumable? It doesn't seem completely impossible.
However, it seems that I don't have the means to destroy Horcrux now?
I don't know if Fiendfyre can be released from Gavin and Magic.
At this moment when Gavin was meditating, Legilimency's tentacles suddenly caught an extremely weak thought--
Peter's right hand, which was shrunk behind his back, was leaning against the gap in Baseboard's bookshelf, and he was carefully groping deeper.
There was an old Wand stuck there that was covered with dust.
It originally belonged to the old bookstore man controlled by Imperius Curse.
Gavin glanced there from the corner of his eye, and sneered in his heart, why didn't you give up?
I should praise you, are you worthy of being Gryffindor?
Before taking action again, he suddenly had a thought in his mind and glanced deep into his mind.
I saw Gavin sitting on the edge of consciousness with his legs crossed, holding his chin, watching the show with gusto.
Just now, Gavin knocked the adult wizard to the ground with two gentle blows, which obviously made this kid completely let down all his guard.
"My Gai-ge is really awesome! I said it would be a good idea to leave it to him!"
The stupid boy's thoughts were undoubtedly exposed in his Legilimency state.
An idea suddenly jumped out of Gavin's mind.
Do you want to take advantage of the opportunity--
Seems ok?
The wizard in front of me had limited damage, was as timid as a mouse, and was at the bottom of his level. He had just been injured and was scared out of his mind.
There is no safer newbie monster around here.
Thinking of this, the corners of Gavin's mouth raised slightly, and Thespian skill came online.
He deliberately lowered his eyes, and stopped in front of Long Table as if he was deep in thought.
Peter on the ground slightly widened his bloodshot eyes.
This unfathomable little monster opposite -
Lost your mind?!
The long-term survival instinct completely overwhelmed the fear, and Gryffindor's will took over the high ground. A look of ferocious color suddenly flashed across Peter's face. He grabbed the old Wand with his fingertips and pulled it out.
"Go to hell--!!"
Chi!
A Stunning Spell shot out from close range, hitting Gavin's chest directly.
Gavin was well prepared. The moment Red Light touched the robe, a weak and close-fitting Shield Charm formed, which just blocked the cursed light. However, he failed to release the force in time and flew backwards.
Bang!
The boy fell firmly between the low wooden table and the overturned armchair, causing sawdust to fly everywhere.
His body was unharmed, and Wand was held in his hand.
But in the next moment, Gavin's consciousness was pulled away from the body like an ebbing tide, and all control of the body was returned.
Gavin was eating at VIP Spectator Seats just a second ago, and was applauding Gai-ge's wonderful operation in his heart.
"It's so exciting. When will I be like Gai-ge?"
The next second, the touch of the cold stone slab, the sharp pain of his back hitting the wooden table, and the pungent smell of burnt sawdust in the air all flooded into his nerve center without warning.
Gavin was completely stunned.
"Gai-ge?! Gai-ge What's wrong with you? Where are you?!" Gavin roared anxiously in the back of his mind, "Stop playing! Didn't you just knock him down?! Get up quickly!!"
However, deep in his consciousness, Gavin was huddled "weakly" in the corner of his consciousness, his voice was intermittent, as if he was about to die at any moment:
"Gavin... cough... I can't do it anymore..."
"??? Aren't you supposed to be invincible?!"
"I was careless and didn't dodge... He doesn't follow martial ethics... I, I'm going to faint..."
Gavin's voice is as breathtaking as a gossamer.
"The rest... it all depends on you... whether we can survive... all depends on your luck... listen... pick up Wand... use your usual... best Spell... to avenge me."
"Gai-ge! Don't sleep Gai-ge! Hey! Hey!!"
"... ah... uh..."
After a miserable groan, Gavin completely disconnected from his consciousness, as if he had completely passed out.
No matter how desperately Gavin cried in despair, there was not even the slightest movement in the depths.
Only then did he realize that all this had really happened -
The auditorium collapsed and he fell directly into the ring.
I call Death Eaters?!
Real or fake?!
But he was just applauding and didn't raise his hand!!
The sensations from all parts of the body poured back into Gavin's limbs and bones like a tide, the sharp pain of his back hitting the wooden table, the pungent smell of burnt dust in his mouth, and the hot Wand he was holding tightly in his hand.
However, when Stunning Spell hit Reading Room, there was neither the expected heavy footsteps of the murderer approaching, nor the wild and sinister smile after succeeding.
Instead, the surroundings fell into a deathly silence.
Gavin huddled under the overturned table, holding his head tightly with both hands, shouting desperately in his mind:
"What to do? What to do? Gai-ge! Wake up! Someone is going to die!!"
There is a dead silence in the depths of consciousness, no sound.
And in the shadow of the bookshelf three steps away from Long Table, Peter was also clinging to the cracked column, not even daring to take a breath.
The short, fat man's face turned pale, and he was holding the old Wand tightly in his right hand, his wrist shaking violently.
Those bloodshot little eyes were fixed on the ruins of the table, not daring to blink.
The successful blow not only did not make him feel relaxed, but instead made him feel horrified -
This is absolutely impossible.
Just half a minute ago, this kid was able to fend off his own Spell with ease, using Snape's famous Spell. He also seemed to be able to see through his own moves, and muttered the name Dark Lord like he was introducing a friend.
Can such a little monster really be knocked down by his own Wand and hastily executed Stunning Spell?
Trap.
It's definitely some kind of trap to lure the enemy deep into!
"First... sir?"
Peter's trembling voice floated out from behind the bookshelf. The voice was hoarse, the tail tone was floating, and it even had a flattering vibrato:
"You, stop pretending... I know you are not fainted..."
Under the table, Gavin tightly covered his mouth, his heart almost jumping to his throat.
But the next second, the trembling "you" pierced his chaotic mind like a thin needle.
Pretend?
He thought...Gai-ge was still there?!
Maybe, I can--?
The fear was suppressed by the instinct of survival in an instant.
Gavin pinched his thigh hard, forcing himself to swallow his trembling gasps. He pressed against the floor full of sawdust and slowly poked the upper half of his face out from the edge of Long Table.
Gavin tried hard to straighten the corners of his mouth, and imitated Gavin's usual dead expression of looking at garbage and getting tired of looking at it even more. His eyes dropped without warmth, and he looked at people sideways:
"What, you want to try again?"
After a pause, he imitated Gavin's indifferent tone and added firmly and lightly:
"... You don't think that that kind of thing is really useful to me, do you?"
Behind the bookshelf pillar, Peter's head suddenly retracted.
Gavin You can even hear the sound of the big head hitting the wood when the dodge was too hasty.
Success!
Gavin's palms shrunk in the dark were covered in cold sweat, his heart was beating wildly, but there was an unbelievable ecstasy in his heart--
The same face, as long as it is replaced with Gai-ge's expression, can actually scare away an adult Dark Wizard?!
Gai-ge is still very useful!
But his mind was completely empty at the moment.
The two sentences just now are his complete understanding of Gai-ge's style.
Don't know what to do next at all.
Damn your brain, think quickly!
Gai-ge What else do you usually say? What should you do next?
Gavin is scratching his head, but still doesn't know what to say.
Suddenly, he had an idea. He didn't know what to say to the other party. Is this what the police seemed to do?
He could only bite the bullet, continue to have a sullen face, and keep his tone cold:
"Tell me the truth, what else have you done?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Peter's crying sound came from behind the bookshelf.
Unforgivable Curses Isn't that enough? What else do I need to explain?
But upon hearing that familiar cold tone, Peter was completely panicked by the invisible fear, and began desperately searching for trivial things from the bottom of his memory:
"There's still money! The change in the counter drawer... I, I took it! Three Galleon, seven Sickle, and a few Knut... I swear that's all I took!"
Gavin was lying behind the edge of the table, not daring to move.
He didn't dare to answer a word--
Because he had no idea how Gai-ge would react when he heard "three Galleon, seven Sickle".
This deathly silence sounded to Peter like a death sentence that could fall at any time.
That invisible cold gaze seemed to be scratching his bones through the wooden pillars.
Peter's voice was shaking so much that it was almost broken. He thought the other party was not satisfied, so he could only continue to explain:
"Stew! And the stew that the old man cooked in the back kitchen... I, I tasted it first too! I picked two pieces of beef... I always left the soup for him! I really left the soup! Sir! I didn't hurt him! He said he had no objection!!"
Gavin was stunned for a moment, his brain twitched, and he continued.
"Didn't he hit your Imperius Curse?"
There was suddenly silence behind the bookshelf.
Gavin blinked, the corners of his eyes twitching.
He felt like he could no longer control himself.
While Peter scared himself half to death, Gavin took a deep breath and felt that it was time to end this confrontation completely.
Maybe you can take this opportunity to leave?
Although it's shameful to escape, it--it's useful.
He imitated Gavin's usual appearance, stood up from under the table very slowly and seemingly unconcernedly, raised one corner of his mouth slightly, showed a disdainful smile, and patted the sawdust on Robes's hem.
He even tried to control Wand's right hand to hang down slightly, trying to assume Gai-ge's careless posture.
But he is not Gavin after all.
The moment Peter's toes moved slightly behind the pillar, the hairs on Gavin's whole body stood up. Wand, who was about to hang down, suddenly lifted up like an electric shock and pointed at the bookshelf with his knuckles turning white:
"Don't move!"
This sound was half a degree higher than before, and the ending tone still had a hint of tightness that was not hidden.
The begging for mercy behind the bookshelf suddenly stopped.
Peter's small eyes, which were originally shrunk in the shadows, narrowed slightly.
He did not look at the young man's face, but stared intently at Gavin's right hand that was holding Wand and was trembling slightly.
It didn't have the leisurely coldness just now.
His stance was too stiff, his grip on Wand was too tight, and even... there was a bit of bluff in his voice that could not be concealed.
Peter's fat body pressed against the pillar and slowly rubbed back.
The sense of smell that had been on the run all year round screamed crazily in his head--
The Stunning Spell hit just now was right in the chest! This monster wasn't uninjured, maybe he was holding on?
He is stalling for time to restore Magic?!
Once this idea came up, the will to survive instantly overcame the fear.
Peter didn't come out directly from behind the pillar. Instead, he suddenly poked Wand out half way along the edge of the wooden pillar and flicked his wrist fiercely!
A short and sinister red light shot out of his hand and went straight to Gavin's chest!
After casting this spell, Peter immediately retracted his hand like lightning.
Gavin's pupils suddenly shrank.
At the critical moment of life and death, Gavin's "gently pick" action against Red Light flashed through his mind.
Gavin didn't know why, but instinctively raised Wand in the same way. Facing the red light that was shooting quickly, he imitated Gai-ge's elegant posture and raised it head-on in an extremely standard manner.
That action is so cool.
The silly boy couldn't help but want to try it.
The posture is exactly the same.
However, after taking the challenge, he remembered that he didn't know this skill at all.
No armor is generated at all on Wand.
The air is empty.
Bang!!
The violent cursed light hit Gavin's left shoulder without any bias!
A huge impact force lifted his whole body into the air, and the overturned bench was shattered by the impact. The heavy stack of books fell all over the floor, and Gavin's whole body was slapped hard on the cold stone bricks.
Severe pain accompanied by scalding heat instantly swept through my body.
The image of a cold master that he had painstakingly created was completely shattered at this moment. Gavin covered his shoulders, tears and snot flowed out uncontrollably, and he cried out with the purest and most desperate voice of a thirteen-year-old boy:
"Ouch--!! Gai-ge--!! Help!"
Behind the bookshelf, Peter, who was about to transform into a mouse and sneak away, suddenly stopped.
"Gai-ge?!"
When he heard this name, the fat man's body tightened, and he retracted his head behind the pillar as if his tail had been stepped on.
Holding the old Wand tightly in his right hand, he nervously pointed to the dim blind spots in the depths of Reading Room, his voice trembling:
"Who are you calling?! Who else is here?! Get out of here!!"
Peter held his breath, pressed his back tightly against the rough wooden pillar, and scanned every shadow around him, the top of the towering bookshelf, and even the cracked beam above his head with his bloodshot eyes.
There was dead silence in Reading Room.
Except for Gavin lying on the ground whimpering and wailing, there was no sound of footsteps, nor was there any air-piercing fluctuation from the profound counter-curse.
Deep inside the counter, the old shopkeeper who had been drugged by Imperius Curse was still sleeping soundly with his head tilted to one side, drooling all over the thick account book.
The two unconscious male and female students next to him showed no reaction.
There is no one at all.
Where did "Gai-ge" come from?
Peter slowly poked out half of his head covered in cold sweat.
The boy on the ground was pressing his red, swollen and hot left shoulder, rolling back and forth in pain on the cold stone floor. His face was covered with tears and snot, and he didn't even know how to reach out to pick up the Wand that had fallen aside.
I just got hit by the most common Knockback Jinx...
How could you cry like this?
Peter swallowed dryly and stared at Gavin on the ground with his small eyes. The messy clues in his mind suddenly collided together.
The old monster who just flirted with Curse in an understatement, who could slit his wrist with his backhand, and who could even see through his thoughts at a glance... can never be the child in front of him who can only cry!
Imperius Curse?!
Someone must have been hiding in the dark just now, using the extremely profound Imperius Curse to manipulate this kid as a substitute!
The so-called "Gai-ge" is the real wizard!
But now it seems that the close range Stunning Spell I hit just now knocked Spell away?
The great wizard didn't expect his own counterattack?
Or is it that the real mastermind behind the scenes saw that the situation was not good and directly cut off Spell, leaving the stand-in human shield where he was and ran away like an abandoned child?!
Peter didn't understand the precise principles, but he understood the facts before him--
This kid has obviously been completely abandoned.
The remaining fear disappeared at this moment, replaced by the humiliation of being bluffed by a brat for a long time, and the tyranny of a crazy rebound after escaping from death:
"No one is here to save you... He doesn't want you anymore, right?!"
The yellowed front teeth were exposed from between the opened lips. Peter wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and strode out of the bookshelf fiercely. Wand aimed at Gavin who was rolling on the ground, and blasted a crushing curse over his head and face:
"It turned out to be an abandoned puppet... You don't even know how to Shield Charm, but you dared to imitate his accent and scare me just now?! You little beast, go to hell!!"
Boom!
The cursed light rubbed Gavin's scalp and hit the side of his body, and the entire Long Table was blown up to Diffindo.
The hard pieces of Oak and the shelves full of aged Parchment were lifted into the air by the violent airflow on the spot, and exploded into countless shreds of paper flying all over the sky.
Gavin screamed, held his head and rolled under the broken table wreckage. Hot sawdust rained down on the back of his neck, burning his skin and flesh.
Peter was approaching in large strides, its mud-covered leather shoes rustling on the shredded paper. It was moving vigilantly towards the other end of Long Table, trying to find an open angle that could directly penetrate the bottom of the table.
Severe pain, sawdust and burnt dust covered Gavin's face.
When fear reaches its limit, it turns into a desperate stress reaction of being pushed to the edge of the cliff.
Adrenaline begins to take over the body.
Asking for Gai-ge is useless.
I can't escape even if I run.
In mid-air, countless pieces of paper that had just been blown away by the crushing curse were flying downwards.
A piece of cardboard with burnt edges fell right on Peter's forehead, and he tore it away irritably.
Seeing this scene, Gavin flashed back a familiar scene in his mind.
Defense Against the Dark Arts's classroom.
In front of Professor Lupin, there was a ball of flour that was continuously gathered by the breeze and could not be blown away no matter what.
Gai-ge taught...
No need to hit hard, just cover.
If there is no opportunity, create an opportunity!
Gavin sniffed, gritted his trembling teeth, rushed out and picked up Wand, then pointed at the confetti in the air and used the Spell he was most familiar with--
"Wingardim·Leviosa."
Hundreds of pieces of paper that fell to the ground suddenly stopped in mid-air.
Immediately afterwards, under the weak traction of Gavin Wand, those snow-like confetti quickly gathered into a swaying gray-white paper curtain, which was blocked less than half a foot in front of Peter's face!
"What the hell!"
Peter poked his head to the left, and the paper curtain drifted to the left; he tilted his head to the right, and the paper curtain followed him like a shadow.
Peter irritably swung Wand twice, blowing up the pieces of paper in front of him, but the debris behind them were immediately replenished, and the sight was still completely white.
Gavin seized the blind spot of just a few seconds and quickly crawled in the opposite direction inside the table.
Originally, he should have picked up Fire-Making Spell at this time, but he couldn't and had no choice but to run away.
His knees were painfully hurt by broken pieces of wood, but his eyes kept searching for available debris around him.
Beside the corner of the table, a loose thick chair cover was draped on an overturned coarse cloth armchair.
Gavin stretched out his hand to pull it over, and in the dim light, he propped up the chair cover behind the low chair where he had just been hiding, and used the Levitation Charm curse to create a vague outline with hunched shoulders and bowed head.
The light under the table is extremely dim, and from a distance, it looks like a person is shivering and burying his head.
At the same time, Gavin glanced behind him.
On the second floor of the tall bookshelf, there is an extremely thick old cowhide account book wrapped with brass anti-wear corners.
He Wand gently picked it up and quietly pulled half of the account book out of the shelf, letting the thick spine hang over the edge of the shelf.
After doing this, Gavin's eyes fell on a loose Hemp Rope at his feet.
That was the oil and hemp rope originally used to tie up old account books.
Gavin lay close to the ground, tightly wrapped one end of the rope around the dead corner of the heavy table leg, pulled out a loop of rope from the other end, and pushed it silently to the center of the passage covered by piles of shredded paper.
Phew--!
A violent burst of air suddenly blew up in the passage. Peter finally lost his patience and used Whirlwind Charm to blow away the paper curtain in front of him.
Papers were flying everywhere.
Then, at first glance, Peter saw the huddled dark outline of the short girl.
"Got you!"
There was ecstasy on the face of the short and fat man, and Wand blasted it with a crushing curse without even thinking about it!
Boom!
The coarse cloth chair cover was beaten to pieces Diffindo on the spot, and rags were flying all over the sky.
But there was no one inside.
How is that possible?
Peter's face suddenly froze.
The annoyance of being deceived made him step forward suddenly, raising his feet to cross the overturned book box on the ground, and search inside Long Table.
Gavin huddled in the dark, staring at the pair of dirty leather shoes covered in mud.
The moment Peter's center of gravity leaned completely forward and his right foot just stepped on the stone brick--
Gavin Wand Lift it up suddenly!
The hemp rope looper buried under the scraps of paper suddenly tightened and bit Peter's ankle as he stepped out!
Stretch!
The rope instantly stretched into a straight wire!
Then Gavin and Wand move down again.
"Gravipressus(Thousand-Jun Pressure)!"
Peter's two-hundred-pound body leaned forward completely, his center of gravity suddenly lost, and he fell forward unexpectedly.
"Ah!"
Peter let out a shrill exclamation, but he has also experienced many battles. The moment he fell, he held the table with his left hand and Wand with his right hand, using the momentum of the roll, aimed at the bottom of the table and pressed down!
Gavin's eyes are red.
That's it now!
On the low wooden table, the two-pound square-headed brass bookend used to flatten the large scroll roared up!
It turned into a cold golden light against the floor tiles, and hit the back of Peter's right hand holding the staff firmly!
Click!
Accompanied by the crisp sound of bone cracking, Peter howled like a slaughtering pig, and his right hand spasmed with severe pain. Wand couldn't hold it in for a moment and flew away.
Gavin rotated his wrist, and the weak floating gravity was like a hook, lightly catching the falling Wand in mid-air. He flicked his wrist and pulled it deep into the bottom of the table behind him.
Peter was slapped heavily on the floor tiles, causing dust to scatter everywhere.
This fall made his furious mind clear up a little.
Gryffindor's side began to retreat. After encountering some setbacks, his timid and fearful personality regained its upper hand.
Run away!
I don't know what happened to this kid, but he became able to fight again.
It has been a long time, and Auror may find out if you delay it any longer.
A flash of panic flashed in his eyes, and his body began to shrink sharply the moment it hit the ground -
The gray hair on the collar popped out crazily, the neck collapsed, and the muzzle elongated.
He's going to turn into a mouse!
Gavin didn't know what Peter was thinking. He thought Peter wanted to break free from the noose and kill him.
The hairs all over his body stood up instantly. Draco and Hermione were overturned by this move just now!
He must not be allowed to do this!
Gavin didn't even have time to think about it. Wand, which was hanging in the air, aimed at the edge of the bookshelf and slashed hard.
Wow--bang!!!
Another thick, corner-wrapped account book weighing about ten pounds, hanging from the edge of the bookshelf, fell vertically.
The heavy and hard brass horn hit Peter on the back of his head without any deviation.
A muffled thump.
The mouse screamed and was about to get up and continue running.
The result was several more "dong dong dong" sounds.
Gavin kept using the brass edge of the book and hit the mouse on the back of the head accurately.
Peter finally couldn't bear this kind of physics Stunning Spell, and his whole body collapsed limply on the ground in the form of a mouse, completely motionless.
Reading Room fell into a deathly silence.
Only the remaining scraps of paper fluttered on the cold floor tiles.
Gavin is still leaning against a bookshelf.
He held Wand tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white and blue from the excessive force.
The heavy account book was suspended in the air again by him, slightly trembling above Peter's back, ready to be smashed down again at any time.
Tears, cold sweat and sawdust covered his face, Gavin's chest heaved violently, and his breathing was as rapid as a burst bellows.
He stared at the motionless mouse for half a minute.
No movement, no change, just like death.
All the strength in his body was completely exhausted at this moment. Gavin slid down the bookshelf and sat down, his teeth still chattering uncontrollably.
The thick account book that was dangling in the air lost its Magic support and fell to the ground with a thud. When it hit the mouse's head, it also splashed a small circle of gray paper scraps.
Gavin didn't bother with it.
He pressed the back of his head against the hard pillar of the bookshelf, still breathing heavily.
Apart from the sound of his heavy breathing, there was only the occasional soft sound of the kerosene wick.
No Red Light, no screams, no footsteps.
The suffocating feeling of being chased by death at the back of my neck finally faded away from my tense nerves little by little.
The originally beating heart rate slowly slowed down, and the cold and numb limbs gradually regained consciousness.
Gavin raised his sleeves and wiped the tears and cold sweat from his face.
He lowered his head and stared blankly at his right hand that was holding Wand.
The palms of my hands were covered with sticky cold sweat, and my wrists were still shaking slightly.
His eyes moved forward slowly, and once again fell on the motionless fat mouse three steps away. He then scanned the smashed table boards, overturned debris, and shredded papers all over the floor.
Every detail that happened in those few dozen seconds--
The paper curtain, the looper, the spinning bookends, and the account book that was smashed vertically--
It's like a dream in my mind.
That's an adult wizard.
A desperado who can cast a crushing spell at will, turn into a mouse, and almost killed them all just now.
Gavin swallowed a mouthful of bloody saliva, his lips trembled uncontrollably, and he couldn't help but whisper to himself, his voice hoarse and fluttering:
"Did I really do this?... by myself?"
deep in consciousness.
The voice that was originally "dying to breathe" rang out without warning in the silence.
Smooth, clear, not weak at all, even with a hint of smile:
"Yes, you did a great job."
"Gai-ge?!"
Gavin suddenly stood up from the ground, his face that was full of tears earlier was now full of shock and surprise.
"You... are you okay?!"
"Didn't you just tell him, 'What can Stunning Spell do to me?' I can only say that you are right."
Deep in his mind, Gavin replied calmly, with a relaxed tone.
Gavin was stunned, his eyes widened:
"Then I just called you that... and you didn't say a word?! I really thought you had--"
The young man's voice was stuck in mid-air. His mind paused for a moment, and finally he slowly came to his senses, his eyes opening wider and wider:
"You... you did this on purpose? Are you training me?!"
"The effect is pretty good, isn't it?"
"I was almost scared to death!" Gavin sniffed his pantothenic nose, his voice full of fear and grievance, and his whole body collapsed to the ground, "I really thought... I thought I was dead this time, and my hands are still shaking even now."
"If you don't force you once, you will never know where your limits are." Gavin paused, and his tone slowed down a little in a rare way, "I told you, you are already very powerful."
Gavin's chest rose and fell violently several times.
Hearing this straightforward and unabashed affirmation, he sniffed, lifted up his dusty sleeves and rubbed the corners of his red eyes vigorously.
Am I already great?
In his impression, Gai-ge always speaks his mind and "never lies".
So this sentence must be a compliment from his heart.
Obviously this silly boy has forgotten how his Gai-ge just deceived him.
The young man lowered his head, couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly, and laughed in a low voice, a little embarrassed.
The cowardice and inferiority deeply rooted in my heart finally cracked open at this moment, letting in an unprecedented light.
After laughing happily, Gavin looked around at the messy and miserable Reading Room, feeling a little at a loss again.
"Gai-ge, then... what should we do now? Malfoy and Granger are still lying on the ground. Should we tell the professor?"
"Of course you have to say it." Gavin's voice rang in his mind, "But you have to be prepared and say it in a method."
A few minutes later.
A dazzling red spark shot out into the sky, shrieking and tearing apart the gloomy sky of Hogsmeade.
Three Broomsticks Tavern, Second Floor In the private room facing the street.
Professor McGonagall held the Butterbeer cup in his hand tightly, with a look so severe that he could almost scrape off a layer of frost.
Opposite her, Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge was irritably wiping the sweat on his forehead with silk silk.
"I'll say it again, Cornelius." McGonagall's voice was not high-pitched, but it was undeniably hard, "Hogwarts is a school, not Azkaban! Dementor hovering at the entrance of the village has kept the lower-grade students awake at night, and Ministry of Magic actually plans to push the search scope to the castle wall?!"
"Minerva, please understand the pressure of Ministry of Magic."
Fudge lowered his voice and looked around nervously, looking sneaky and anxious:
"Auror Office just intercepted a reliable clue... Nearby, someone smelled the strong smell of Dark Magic. Bellatrix·Lestrange... After that crazy woman escaped from Azkaban, it is very likely that she was lurking around Hogsmeade! If she rushed into the school..."
Phew--Pah!!!
The dark sky outside the window was suddenly torn apart by a sharp sound.
A ball of scarlet and dazzling sparks exploded beneath the clouds, trailing long smoke trails that lingered for a long time.
Help Spark?!
What happened?
Could it be--Bellatrix?!
Professor McGonagall The cup in his hand hit the table hard, and he suddenly stood up and rushed to the window quickly.
"That's--Wind Chime Secondhand Bookshop?!"
"Merlin is on top..." Fudge's hat was crooked and he hurriedly grabbed his cloak, "Auror! Call Auror over!!"
When Professor McGonagall and Fudge rushed to the door of Wind Chime Bookshop, there were already seven or eight students on the street outside who were looking around in fear.
Professor McGonagall pushed open the half-opened store door, and the tragic scene in front of her made her gasp.
The entire bookstore was almost demolished into ruins.
The Long Table in the center was completely blown to pieces by the crushing curse. The wall was covered with charred cuts, half of the tall bookshelf collapsed, and thousands of brittle Parchment fragments were rolled up by the airflow and scattered all over the floor.
"What happened?!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed, taking three steps at a time and rushing into the ruins.
Behind the wreckage of the broken table, Draco and Hermione fell into a pile of sawdust with pale faces, their bodies covered with bruises from the impact, and they were still in a deep coma.
And deep in the counter, the slow-moving old shopkeeper slowly raised his greasy head from the thick account book, his eyelids drooped, and he muttered vaguely:
"... five Sickle deposit..."
After saying that, the old man tilted his head, leaned against the counter and snored loudly again.
McGonagall squatted down quickly and quickly checked the pulses and pupils of the two students. "Stunning Spell, they are still breathing... Where is the murderer?!"
Fudge and two Auror were rummaging around in the ruins of the bookshelf in a panic, stepping on burnt paper on the floor, sweating:
"Dark Wizard was not found... and there were no traces of escape! Oh my god, where did the people go?!"
There was nothing on the ground except shredded paper.
Not even a mouse's shadow could be seen.
Cold and cramped.
The air is filled with the smell of old musty and pungent pig iron.
Peter slowly woke up from a tearing headache.
He subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to press the painful back of his head, but found that his limbs were short and weak, and his palms were covered with gray thick bristles.
This is--
Animagus form?
The mouse suddenly opened its little bloodshot eyes and looked around in horror.
He was locked tightly in a heavy black iron cage. The cage bars were cold and hard, and the gap was so narrow that even a mouse's frame couldn't squeeze out at all.
Ta, da, da.
Deep in the empty and dark stone room, there was a steady and unhurried sound of footsteps.
A thin figure slowly walked out of the shadows.
He still has the familiar yet immature face of a Chinese-American boy.
Seeing that cold look, the gray hairs all over Peter instantly stood up.
Fear and previous conjectures were wildly intertwined in his mind. He banged around in the narrow cage and screamed -
You can't fool me! You're not a powerful character at all, you're just a manipulated puppet! Where is the person behind the scenes?!
However, what came out of the sharp rat kiss was only a series of short and shrill screams.
The boy squatted down in front of the iron cage.
The light hit the side of his face, and his expression was calm without any ripples.
I saw him raising his right index finger and gently touching his lips:
"Shh."
The rat's cry was suddenly stopped in his throat.
"Don't be nervous, Peter, I just want you to do a few experiments with me."
Gavin looked down at the mouse in the cage with a smile on his lips.
"I've always wanted to cut open a Animagus and see."
The mouse was frightened.
Peter's little eyes were wide open, and the fat all over his body was violently sifted, shrinking like a ball of mud at the bottom corner of the iron cage, and making a squeaking sound in despair.
"Where is Auror? Where is Auror? Help! I want to go to Azkaban!!!"
In his sight, the Wand in the young man's hand slowly rose.
However--
The expected Spell did not appear.
Bang!
A sudden and crisp sound echoed in the dead stone room.
Wand dropped his hand and hit the cold stone floor, and Gululu rolled more than two feet away.
The mouse opened one eye in surprise.
In the shadow, Gavin still maintained the posture of raising his right arm just now, but his whole body seemed to have been cast by Petrificus Totalus, standing frozen in place, staring straight at his right hand.
"Gai-ge?"
Deep in his consciousness, Gavin asked softly with some confusion, "What's wrong?... Did your hand slip?"
Gavin has no answer.
He slowly turned his wrist and raised the palm of his right hand to the faint light in front of him.
"Gavin." Gavin's voice was deep, "Have you had any strange diseases before?"
"No..." Gavin subconsciously moved his senses to his palms, "Except for Magic's inability to exert strength, I rarely even catch a cold--"
Gavin's voice suddenly cut off.
The white light deep in his consciousness trembled violently, and the trace of peace that had just been accumulated was torn to pieces at this moment.
In the dim light, half of the palm of his right hand had completely turned into a strange, lifeless gray-black at some point.
The skin is sunken and hard, and the color spreads under the skin like thick ink.
There was even a faint but real smell of putrefaction slowly emanating from the blackened pores.
Gavin's voice began to tremble, with unconcealable panic.
"Gai-ge... W-what's wrong? Why are my hands like this?... It smells so bad..."
Gavin was still staring at the black and necrotic palm.
He tried flexing his fingers, but the nerve feedback was sluggish and numb, and he could barely feel the touch of his skin.
The young man was silent for a long time, and finally whispered in the darkness:
"That's what I want to know too."