Hogwarts The Dark Arts Awakened

the next day.

The second get out of class is over.

Everyone walked towards the auditorium in surprise.

Ron Weasley was belatedly called in by some Gryffindor classmates.

Along the way, I heard the classmates around me talking in low voices.

"Have you heard? Seventh-grade Starmetin beat Charlie, who knocked him down yesterday, until he vomited blood..."

"What?!!!" Ron Weasley didn't realize that his voice was trembling.

He growled and grabbed the man chatting.

"is that true?!……"

The man was startled, and then looked at Ron Weasley, who was wrapped in a tattered carapace, with disgust: "Let go! Stupid Gryffindor, you have to have the most basic respect for our third graders."

Ron Weasley felt endless anger burning: "I ask! Is this true?!!!" roared crazily.

His eyes were bloodshot.

Looking at Ron, whose eyes were red, looking extremely angry, and roaring so loudly that his ears were almost deafened, the man was also slightly frightened.

"Yes...yes...I heard that they are still being beaten now..."

he said tremblingly.

He was a little afraid that this boy with a tattered carapace would suddenly punch him.

Although he didn't think this guy would hit him, the opponent's momentum now was really terrifying. If he had a brain problem and punched himself in the nose, it would be really sour.

Ron Weasley's whole body was shaking: "Damn it!!!" His eyes were filled with angry tears.

He ran wildly towards the world in front of him, charging all the way and pushing away everyone he saw.

Finally came to the auditorium.

The moment he stepped into the auditorium, he could already hear taunts and insults in his ears.

"Stupid Gryffindor, where did your power go?! How dare you defeat me?! Tsk, tsk, tsk, look at you, you look like a dead dog..."

I heard screams.

Ron Weasley pushed away the person in front of him.

Looking at Charlie rolling around on the ground being tortured by the curse.

Eyes widened.

The corners of his eyes slowly cracked.

The blood kept dripping.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!! You are despicable!!! You are shameless!!! Taking advantage of others' danger!!!" Ron Weasley lost his mind in anger.

He roared in pain, tears blurring his eyes.

He ran over and hugged Charlie who was screaming on the ground.

Holding him and crying.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... ahhhhh... brother... brother... my fault... I... ahhhh..." Ron Weasley roared in pain.

The voice shook and sobbed.

Charlie, who was screaming in pain, seemed to hear Ron's voice. He showed an ugly smile and gently stroked Ron's face.

The cuticle blocked his hand.

He screamed: "I...ah ah...it's okay..."

His face was pale, his eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes had deep bags.

Didn't sleep well at night.

Looking at the dark needle on the ground with a rose wrapped in thorns at its tail, Ron Weasley understood that maybe Charlie didn't sleep last night...

In order to complete the punishment as soon as possible...

Pick up this long black needle.

Ron Weasley was shaking.

Angry blood seemed to burst out from the gaps in his body.

He roared heartbreakingly.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!! Damn it!!!" He stood up and turned to stare at the man.

"You deserve to die!!! Despicable and ugly waste!!! I want to challenge you!!!" After saying that, he roared and flew out.

Looking at the red-haired man who suddenly ran out in front of him, Starmetin's expression became happy and funny.

Hearing the other party's scolding, the man who was not very confident in his appearance became furious.

Seeing the little guy rushing towards him with such anger, the seventh-grade man laughed mockingly.

Waving his wand, a spell knocked Ron Weasley away and slammed into the wall.

"Stupid Gryffindor, pick up your wand instead of coming at me like a troll," he said casually.

"Ahhhhhhhh... Damn it, damn it, damn it!!!!" Ron Weasley roared angrily, punching the ground hard again and again.

Pain and anger filled Ron Weasley's heart.

Like countless needles pricking her.

Heartbreaking pain.

The ground shook, and blood flowed from his joints.

"Ahhhhhh!!! Damn it!!!" He roared angrily and pulled out his wand.

He chanted the spell with great hatred: "Diffi [Five-Split]..." Before he finished chanting the spell, a red light flashed, and the wand in Ron Weasley's hand suddenly flew away out of thin air.

Ron Weasley was knocked away again and hit the wall hard.

Disarming spell...

Then there was another red light that penetrated Ron Weasley's body.

It seemed that then the other party's curse slowly came: "Crucio [Heart-cutting out]"

"Ahhhhhhh!!!..." Ron Weasley screamed, feeling pain like being cut into pieces by a thousand knives throughout his body.

Screaming, he felt like his head was going to explode...

The pain made him unable to do anything and rolled crazily on the ground.

Screaming, roaring, and the voice was hoarse.

But he was still screaming.

Pain...endless pain...endless despair.

The extreme pain caused his head to ache, and his body was instinctively trembling and curling up.

The screams of the two people intertwined together and seemed to turn into an extremely terrifying horror sound effect.

"Enough!!!" Harry Potter's petite body kept pushing away the people in front of him, being pushed back and forth.

Hearing Ron Weasley's screams, he became anxious and kept rushing.

The people around him angrily insulted and pushed him, causing dirt to appear on his body. He was pushed to the ground for a while, stepped on by many people, got up, and finally rushed into the encirclement.

He watched in pain as the two friends he knew screamed, and he roared angrily.

"Do you also want to try the heart-breaking pain?!" the seventh-grade prefect said casually, with an extremely cruel smile on his face, and the wand in his hand was vaguely pointed at Harry Potter.

Harry Potter roared angrily: "I've said enough!!!" He looked at the man in front of him angrily.

Starmetin's expression turned cold.

"In this school, you should learn to respect the seventh-year prefects and Slytherins!!!" He said, waving his wand.

A red light flickered.

Harry Potter also felt the extreme pain, screaming and rolling on the ground.

He wants to die right here!Maybe you can rest in peace.

The moment of pain made him miserable.

The extremely terrible pain refreshed his understanding of the word pain.

But does he regret it?He has no regrets.

If he wants to let the friends he knows suffer pain while he watches from the side, he would rather follow and suffer the pain together.

The three people screamed.

Hermione, who was following behind, listened to the screams of the three people she knew, with pain and fear flowing in her heart.

He looked at the crowd in front of him angrily, gritting his teeth.

Trembling all over.

Anger and hatred were also tangled within her.

He kept pushing through the crowd of spectators and squeezed into the center.

……

Feeling dizzy...

The people around me watched and laughed.

The man's cold and mocking eyes made him feel ashamed, and he was beaten to the point of being unable to resist in just two moves.He didn't use any of his moves.

"Kill...Killyou!!!" The green flame of hatred burned in Ron Weasley's bloodshot eyes.

The hoarse roar gave him the strength to resist the despairing pain.

Stand up slowly.

Blood mixed with tears kept sliding down.