This is what Ravenclaw looks like..

Chapter 56 Ambush
“It’s a really novel experience.”

"Indeed, I didn't expect that we would come to visit Hogwarts late at night after retirement..."

"Mad-Eye - we don't need to keep this operation secret, right?"

In the open space near Hogsmeade, three old men with gray hair and more or less missing parts of their bodies were chatting happily, looking as relaxed as if they were having an ordinary meeting.

"I'm not sure yet," Moody looked at the person asking the question with his good eye, while his other magic eye scanned the terrain, "but what is certain is that this is a big job."

"That's great, but it's the middle of the night, and I'm afraid it's something I can't talk about - why aren't you here yet? If you're any later, I'm afraid we'll miss the chance to take action."

"almost."

Moody looked calm. Dumbledore was trustworthy.

In fact, it took less than five minutes for Dumbledore to appear.

"I hope I'm not late - honestly, it's not a pleasant experience to wake up the Thestrals in the night, and Hagrid had a hard time calming them down."

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"Don't, don't..."

Qi Luo woke up again...

He couldn't remember the details of the dream, but he remembered that he was being held firmly by Snape's wand, and then there was a flash of green light.

"Get away, you idiot..."

A hoarse voice came out, and Quirrell's body couldn't help but shrink half a circle again - because he was too scared, he turned over and pressed down on that terrible...

"Owner…"

He turned his head carefully - he had been sleeping on his stomach or side for a long time, and it was impossible for him to lie on that side.

"You idiot, lie down... I need enough rest."

"yes!"

boom! ! !
A huge explosion was heard from the door, followed by several spells that tore through the darkness - the owner of the spell obviously had sufficient knowledge of the furnishings in the room, and all the spells covered the area around the bed.

When the purple spell hit Quirrell's face, Quirrell's hand had just been placed on the wand!

Dang~~~!

A long collision sound was heard, and a light silver shield appeared in front of the spell. The hastily constructed shield was directly cracked by the powerful magic.

"quick!"

It was the first time that Quirrell heard such an anxious cry, but it did not help the current situation at all. The second and third spells followed one after another, and the silver shield was shattered into pieces with a louder impact. Quirrell, who was rolling to avoid it, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his left leg.

However, the second round of spells had already arrived - he only cast an armor spell on himself, so he could only use the levitation spell to lift the entire bed, trying to buy himself a little time.

But the additional magic melted the entire bed, as if the opponent had already predicted his response. The second round of magic hit his armor spell directly, shattering the spell that Quirrell was quite proud of.

Before he even had time to activate the magic mechanism in the room, the third round of magic came again - it was as if the opponent had cooperated with him countless times, and there was no gap between casting spells at all.

"Escape... through the window!" These words emerged in his mind. Quirrell, who was completely stunned, seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw. He didn't even take any protective measures and let the fourth round of magic attacks hit him. He dodged two and took two.

He even felt his lungs burning - but that was all, the window was almost there...

Waving his wand for the last time, Quirrell used his proudest curse, and then slammed into the window - however, the expected collision did not happen. He seemed to be trapped in a ball of jelly, his whole body was sticky and stuck firmly...

'wrong…'

He tried to struggle, but a vortex suddenly appeared in the colloid, and his hands were easily opened. The wand slipped out of his hand like a slippery loach.

'Do not! '

He felt something was wrong and tried to seek help from the being behind his head. However, the other party seemed to be non-existent and did not respond at all.

"It's over..."

Unable to move at all, he could only watch himself being lifted to the center of the room. Then, hundreds of lights lit up, illuminating the office and living room.

The first person that the motionless Quirrell saw in such light was the person he feared the most—an old man with a serious expression and full of vigilance.

"Don't relax, I haven't got him under control yet."

Dumbledore looked at Quirrell, but the wand in his hand did not stop. As he pointed his wand, the chairs, pillows, quilts, the fire burning in the fireplace, the books on the bookshelf... everything in the room grew hands and feet, and then clumsily surrounded Quirrell.

And those who were warned by Dumbledore never even let down their guard - their Shield Charm and Bubblehead Curse were never lifted.

'I am worth...'

This was the last half of the sentence that popped into Quirrell's mind, and then he felt the snake face on the back of his head burning like charcoal.

boom!
The colloid formed by windows and curtains in the center of the room suddenly exploded. Amidst the red and white fireworks, an almost transparent object suddenly shot out and flew like an arrow towards the empty, leaking window.

However, those animated objects intercepted it directly, as if they had been prepared - although the almost transparent shadow passed through the blocking substance very quickly, its speed was still reduced bit by bit.

The pale green spell only paused for a moment before chasing after it. An evil green light flashed, causing a sharp scream that seemed to be able to penetrate the soul.

"continue!"

Along with Moody's roar, a new round of pale green spells began to chase directly, and the shadow, which had been slowed down by a lot, let out a tragic wail again.

At this moment, three magics of different colors caught up with the shadow almost at the same time, only a violet spell deviated slightly, and its tail swept a little bit of the floor.

The exquisite wooden floor immediately began to rot, and then this discordant area began to spread wildly, falling off in large pieces under the influence of the wind generated by the next spell cast by the Aurors, until the bottom layer of the castle, which had been reinforced by countless magic spells, was exposed.

But even such an attack only made the shadow scream a little louder.

"continue!"

Moody waved his wand again - in fact, he didn't need to order, the other Aurors had already begun their skillful and desperate attack.

(End of this chapter)