Chapter 253: Castle back door battle

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To be honest, Mr. Filch is in a mixed mood now.
He was the first to witness Mad-Eye Moody's battle with the Black Dead, and it is the only one so far.
For a dumb artillery, the wizard's battle is always the thing he admires the most and also the most annoying, especially him, Argus Filch, a dumb artillery whose parents are both wizards.
He had hated his parents and hated himself, but as he got older, those resentments faded unconsciously over time.
But he is a dumb gun, but it will always be the deepest scar in his heart.
Because, like all the children born in the wizard's family, he was full of fantasy about all kinds of magic. Unlike other little wizards, his fantasy has been with him for decades.
Recalling the first two decades of his life, it seems to be the epitome of his life to this day.
Before the age of the magic riots, he was born in the wizard's family full of hope for the mystery of magic; after the age of the magic riots, he was desperate in anxiety and depression.
That seemed to be the dividing line of his first two decades, dividing his joy and pain so clearly, as if the day he saw Dumbledore in the pig's head bar, split his life in two.
He didn't know what Dumbledore thought. He only knew that it was Dumbledore's appearance that made him understand his desire for the magic world.
After Apollon Pringer retired, he took over the keys to the Hogwarts administrator's office and lived in Hogwarts Castle in a completely different capacity than he had imagined in his childhood.
This residence is a full thirty years.
He just wanted to be closer and closer to this fantastic castle ... he wanted to use his life to touch the dreams he longed for as a child.
However, as the day passed, year after year, watching the little wizards enrolled and graduated in batches, he was still a dumb gun. From the beginning, there has been no change.
Gradually, he spent more and more time wandering in the castle, becoming more and more enthusiastic about arresting students who violated the school rules, and even eager to restore the old system of the school and punish those students by hanging on the iron chain from the ceiling.
Because in his opinion, those little who don't understand rules and don't study well should be punished! Severely punish!
Yes! He is jealous! He felt jealous in his heart!
He is jealous of those little who obviously have talent, but all day only knows to play, only knows trouble ... If you don't, why don't you give me your talent? why?
Obviously you can use magic with a little effort; but I haven't had any hope for so many years?
I just want to take the wand and wave it, and let a feather float for a few inches. Is it so difficult?
I just want to use the tip of the stick to crucible for the formula to take effect. Is it so difficult?
I just want to see a little bit of black smoke in the crystal ball. Is it so difficult?
I just want to open a magic book ... is it so difficult?
But reality told him that he could only look at books like History of Modern Magic and Guide to Dream Interpretation that had nothing to do with magic, and that was all.
To this day, Filch is still working hard. Whenever he has time, he reads books without magic, secretly removes his wand and waves when he returns to the office. He even reported to the correspondence class to secretly learn that even if it was useless, he would not give up. .
Leaning against the door panel of the back door, Filch still carried his back as usual, staring at the battle between the crazy eyes and the Black Dead on the lake.
They are getting closer and closer, but is he afraid?
No, not at all!
If possible, he would rather die in the hands of the evil and frightening Death Eaters, at least thousands of times stronger than the silent death of a "dumb cannon" regret.
This is just because he loves magic in his heart, which will not change in his life.
Hogwarts was the most sacred piece of land in his mind.
"Who?"
Filch, who was remembering Zhongli, suddenly heard a rapid and messy footsteps coming from the aisle inside the door.
He lifted the lantern next to his foot and lifted his leg and walked in. His cat, Mrs. Lorris, followed his steps and walked beside him.
"Who is there?"
The dry, hoarse voice echoed in the hallway, and the footsteps suddenly stopped.
The master of the footsteps was naturally Harry and Ron.
They passed Hermione by the wind like a wind, and stopped short after hearing Filch's voice, seeming to turn around subconsciously and tried to escape.
"station"
Filch already saw Harry and Ron's faces, and at once recognized the two who were always in trouble.
A word "live" rolled in his mouth, but was swallowed back again.
Filch glanced out of the door, and then drew his legs and ran into the aisle, driving Harry and Ron towards the hall like a duck.
"... Okay! I'm going to put you in the Memorial Cup showroom and wipe the trophy for a month!"
Filch's voice echoed in the corridor, still hoarse and still hysterical, as if every student who violated the school rules was his enemy.
Hermione, standing by the corridor, glanced in the direction where Filch left, then walked gently toward the door.
"boom!"
There was a sudden bang outside, and Hermione was shocked, and then she saw an incredible picture.
That was Moody, who had now retreated from the lake to the pier in the underground dock, and the Black Dead was falling heavily on the ground, splashing a large piece of rubble and broken bricks.
Hermione quickly retracted her head, and then she was shocked to understand her thoughts.
The outside was at a glance and an enemy sneaked in, and Moody was blocking the opponent.
But what exactly is the one fighting Moody?
After settling her mind, she poked her head again, and watched the situation outside with fear.
Moody seemed to be struggling. He kept casting spells, trying to knock back the opponent to maintain distance, but the opponent's power seemed extraordinarily strong, and his resistance to magic was more difficult to understand.
With beams of light and flames rushing away, Moody's sophistication kept his spell from failing at one time, but at most he could only take the opponent back a few steps, and sometimes he could only shake the opponent slightly.
Although the distance between them still maintained more than twenty feet, if this continues, the first thing that cannot be sustained is definitely Mad-Eye Moody.
Moody frowned frantically. His magic eye and the other normal eye were staring at the black dead man. Although the wand in his hand was shaking, the tip of the wand was always aimed at the enemy.
He didn't know that Dumbledore had actually set up a defensive barrier, and the range almost covered the entire castle. In fact, as long as he retreats into the hallway at the back door, it will be much easier.
Therefore, he has been stiffening, even if his magical operation is already a little sluggish, even his physical strength can't keep up.
But he only knew that he couldn't retreat anymore, he had to stop the other party here.
"bad!"
Moody's intact eyes suddenly glared, and his heart burst suddenly, because he suddenly felt a step on his feet, and then immediately lost his balance.
"Be careful!"
"boom!"
Hermione's scream and a bumpy muffled sounded one after the other, she saw Moody leaning backwards, saw Moody's wand crooked, and saw the magic beam rubbing the head of the dark-haired guy Shot out.
Then she saw that Moody was punched in the shoulder by the strange guy, flew straight towards her, and fell heavily on the wall.
"go back!"
Moody, crooked beside the door, reluctantly turned around, immediately seeing Hermione step subconsciously, he roared immediately, but then coughed a lot of blood.
Moody's left shoulder was completely twisted, but he felt no pain.
Moody, who has suffered several serious injuries, knows very well that UU reads www. uukanshu. In this case, it will take a while for the severe pain to come.
Without hesitation, he immediately lifted the wand firmly clasped in his right hand and let out a spell again, trying to get the girl a little bit more time.
Hermione stunned at the door. She kept thinking, but she was getting more and more confused. Yes, she would always commit this problem when facing a crisis.
"What to do? Is there any way? What should I do?"
She didn't think about escaping, as if there was no such word in her dictionary.
"... Is there anything else you can use? What would Maca do in this situation?" She kept muttering, and Moody's growl seemed to be blocked by her.
Suddenly, her eyes flashed.
"Maca ... Maca! Right!"
Hermione immediately put her hand in her arms and took out the two remaining potions of the birthday gift Maca gave her.
Immediately afterwards, she quickly lifted one of the potions and smashed at the monster as best she could.
"Wow!"
A bright blue flame splattered suddenly, like a blast of the sun, and a bright and hot light burst out in front of the black dead.
Those hard-to-see flames were directly attached to the magical black gas of the Black Death, and the flames burned, turning the Black Death into a bright blue fireman.
Moody's eyes narrowed, he flicked his wand again with his teeth, and blasted it back a few more steps, but the monster continued to rush towards it without any notice.
"Is it useless?"
Moody's and Hermione held their breaths, staring at the monster stinging in the blink of an eye, but after a few steps they shook and their pace slowed down at the same time.