The years of welding at Hogwarts

He rubbed his eyes, "Is this an illusion?"

……

Meanwhile, in the trophy room.

"Ah! My eyes!"

Bang bang bang!

Along with the dull sound of fists hitting flesh, a series of cries of pain rang out in the trophy display room.

"Woooooooo..."

Almost at the moment when the scene disappeared from his vision, Draco suddenly moved in front of Ron and gave him a crotch-kicking kick that made Noah, the coach, feel a chill in his crotch.

What’s next after the crotch stretch?

Crotch bounce and elbow!

Draco viciously elbowed Ron in the forehead as he bent over and covered his crotch. The elbow hit the bull's eye and instantly pushed him backwards.

Strike him while he's weak. Draco's movements were almost uninterrupted, and he performed a set of luxurious combos in the blink of an eye.

"I declare! Draco wins this duel!"

After hurriedly saying this, Hermione followed Noah and the others and fled away from the crime scene as if they were escaping for their lives.

Running hurriedly in the corridor of Hogwarts Castle, Draco, who had just successfully pretended to be cool, wanted to laugh out loud, leaving a string of barbell-like laughter in the quiet Hogwarts Castle.

But when he thought of the dangers lurking everywhere in Hogwarts Castle after nightfall, referring to the night watch professors who might appear anywhere, he held back.

Ron and others in the trophy display room have not yet realized the seriousness of the matter.

"Ron! Are you okay?"

Ron, who was hit three times in a row, struggled for a long time. Even with the support of his three friends, he was unable to get up from the ground.

He clamped his legs tightly together, his face turned red like a cooked shrimp, his bloodshot eyes were filled with tears, and he didn't know where to put his hands, whether to cover the top or the bottom.

It was not only the physical pain, but also the psychological humiliation that Ron could not bear.

He never imagined that in the face of absolute strength, all his conspiracies and tricks would be in vain.

He didn't even have the chance to take out the things his twin brother had given him before Draco knocked him down.

What a shame, what a shame! What a shame!

After grumbling on the ground for a long time, Ron finally regained a little strength.

He used all his strength to squeeze out a few words from his throat, "Take me away quickly, Filch might be here soon!"

Harry, Seamus, Dean: !!!

Why didn't you tell me earlier?

The three men hurriedly lifted Ron up.

Just like Aruba, the two people walking in front lifted up Ron's legs respectively, while Harry put his hands through Ron's armpits from behind, and the three of them worked together to lift Ron up.

But just as they ran out of the trophy display room, they heard the most terrifying sound they had ever heard in their lives coming from the corner of the corridor.

"Ahaha, it's the students who travel at night!"

A slightly unreal dwarf was floating in the air. It had a pair of evil black eyes and an incredibly large and terrifying mouth, like a clown with its cheeks cut open.

"No, please, Peeves!" Harry's eyes widened.

Peeves yelled at the top of his lungs, "The students are not sleeping! In the corridor outside the trophy display room!"

The pig and his two companions quickened their pace anxiously.

Because they were carrying Ron, Harry and his two roommates couldn't run fast, and they couldn't shake off Peeves, who stuck to them like taffy.

Finally, after running around a corner, they ran into the person they least wanted to meet tonight.

Argus Filch.

The moment they saw Filch, the two good English roommates who were carrying Ron's legs stopped almost subconsciously.

They did brake, but Harry, who was following behind them and whose vision was obscured, did not brake, and neither did Ron, who was in their hands.

Under the huge inertia and the thrust from behind, Ron's heavy body flew forward and headed straight towards Filch who was blocking the group.

As luck would have it, Ron was carried by his good roommates in a position with his legs facing forward and his head at the back.

So, Filch just stared at a pair of legs spread apart, and what was hidden under the wizard's robes...

cough.

To put it simply, it was an indescribable Armstrong cyclotron jet Armstrong cannon, coming straight at his handsome face.

Meat, egg, onion and chicken!

Oh no, meat and egg impact!

slap.

Along with the crisp sound of an egg shell being cracked, the tranquility of Hogwarts Castle at night was suddenly broken by a pig-slaughtering scream that resounded through the sky.

Chapter 57 Don’t stop!

Ron flew out of the air and performed for everyone what was called——

Two hairy legs arrived first, and then the gun came out like a dragon.

Filch would never have imagined that after being the castle warden at Hogwarts for so many years, there would come a day when he would be hit by an egg.

What does it mean to have a dragon riding on your face?

That's it.

Ron and Filch rolled onto the ground. Harry, unable to stop his car, crashed into the two roommates in front of him and knocked down a suit of armor at the corner of the corridor.

Daily Task [Complete]: Trip over the iron box (1/1)

"Ron, you're not dead, are you!?"

Ignoring the pain in his body, Harry got up from the ground and his first reaction was to reach out to pull up Ron, who was lying on the ground like a cricket.

"Why bother with him!" Seamus shouted from the side, "Run!"

"But Ron..."

Dean Thomas suddenly grabbed Harry who was trying to help Ron, "It's still not too late to run! No one can escape if we take him with us!"

Harry's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, but he had to admit that although his two roommates were heartless, what they said did make sense.

After hesitating for a while, Harry finally made up his mind.

Ron! I'm sorry!

I have more important things to protect than you!

That's Gryffindor's score...

A black hand grabbed Harry's calf tightly from the bottom up, causing Harry, who was about to run away, to have his rear wheel locked instantly, and he almost fell face down on the ground.

"Damn Gryffindor brat! I'm just going to..."

Filch, who was holding Harry's calf tightly and had his face covered in blood after being hit by a spear, looked like a demon crawling out of hell, staring at Harry viciously and said.

Harry panicked when he thought that if he was caught by Filch, Gryffindor would become Gryffindor again tomorrow.

Gryffindor has already been emptied of its house division once. If it is emptied again...

Harry didn't even dare to imagine what Professor McGonagall's expression would be like.

Anger arises from the heart, evil comes from the courage.

He raised his foot and gave a lazy-ass kick, trying to kick away Filch's hand that was tightly gripping his calf.

But he obviously overestimated his martial arts skills and his body balance ability.

With nothing around to help him maintain his balance, Harry ended up tripping over his left foot and falling flat on his face.

He who returned to the earth and Filch who was lying on the ground, the two of them started to wrestle fiercely with each other like wrestlers in a ring.

On the other side, Ron, who had endured the unbearable pain of life, still felt the pain unbearable, but when he thought that Harry might be implicated by himself...

What they did at night was no longer just an ordinary violation.

It would be bad enough if they just took a night tour, but they even beat up school staff. That's simply outrageous!

Harry might even be expelled from school for this!

Thinking of this, a miraculous power emerged from Ron's limbs.

Tears from the pain blurred his eyes. Ron, who should have been unable to stand up, managed to get up from the ground relying on his willpower that burst out from despair.

While staggering, Ron knocked over Filch, who was riding on Harry tightly, and raised his fist to give the surprised Filch a heavy punch.

After successfully helping Harry break free, Ron fell to the ground helplessly.

It was impossible for him to escape, but his goal had been achieved, and that was enough.

As Ron watched Harry's ruthless back disappear into the distance, a smile mixed with relief and pain appeared on his face.

"Run! Harry!"

The raised hand fell down weakly, and Ron, lying on the ground, still kept one finger pointing straight at the corridor leading to freedom in the distance.

The gate, which could not be closed due to the severe blow, leaked out a large pool of suspicious yellow liquid, which formed a long, intermittent river under Ron's body.

"Don't stop!"

……

The next morning, Hogwarts Castle was peaceful, revealing a kind of tranquil beauty.

But this beauty only lasted until nine o'clock in the morning. Even though they were one floor apart, the students in the auditorium could still clearly hear the roar coming from the medical room upstairs.

"Ronald Weasley! How dare you!"

"You're already wandering around at night just one week after school started! You even dared to beat up the castle administrator! You've grown wings, huh?!"

"I wouldn't be surprised if they fired you!"

"..."

Although most people have never heard of this voice, from the content of this series of British lion roars, it is not difficult to guess that this should be Ron's mother.

The vibrating sound waves propagated through the air, passing through the walls and shaking the dining table in the auditorium downstairs. The echo from the four stone walls was deafening.

"Do you know how ashamed we were when we received Professor McGonagall's letter last night? We worked so hard to raise you, but we never thought you would grow up to be such a person!"

"The Sorting Hat shouldn't have put you in Gryffindor, it should have put you in Azkaban!"

Next to the Gryffindor table, the three little ones who had gone on a night out with Ron last night lowered their heads and huddled in their chairs, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand.

"You probably haven't considered the face and honor of Gryffindor House at all!"

"If you dare to cause Gryffindor to lose a point again, I'll show you how I'll deal with you!"

The roar only lasted for two minutes, but to the Hogwarts students it sounded like a century.

Even though the roar disappeared, they still felt their ears buzzing.

Even though Gryffindor House had new entertainment to watch, everyone in the hall lost interest in watching the show after hearing the magic sound.

It’s just that the hourglass of Gryffindor House at the door has been reset to zero again.

It has been over a week since school started, so ask yourself, has anyone ever seen a gem inside the Gryffindor hourglass for more than a day?

It doesn't exist. It doesn't exist.

The Gryffindor students were numb.

Hermione patted her chest with a lingering fear, and couldn't help feeling a little lucky that they ran away quickly last night.

"That should be a roaring letter..." Shirley fiddled with her earlobe, as if that could alleviate the damage caused to her ears by the roar just now.

"Howler Letter? What's that?"

This touches upon the little beaver's blind spot in knowledge.

"A type of letter used to express the sender's anger to the recipient. The contents of the letter are shouted out in a voice many times louder than usual, so it is called a shouting letter."

Shirley stuck out her tongue cutely and said, "I once sent a letter to my father out of curiosity..."