Of course Haierbo can sense the fluctuations of magic power, but that doesn't mean that the subordinates he created can also.
Neville covered his mouth and watched intently as the monster floated not far in front of him, then floated away along the street to the other end.
It wasn't until they couldn't see each other anymore that his grandmother gave Neville a hand. With a slight crackling sound that was lost within the scope of the silencing spell, the two disappeared from under the big tree.
Apparating gives people the feeling that the entire body is stuffed into a long, twisted leather tube and passed through it. To be honest, even if you are used to this feeling, you will still hate it when you should.
And if someone shows up with a follower, the feeling of dizziness and squeezing will be even more obvious.
As soon as he emerged from an alley, Neville suddenly opened his mouth and took a breath of fresh air, suppressing the discomfort that seemed to be about to vomit on the spot the next moment.
Unfortunately, what happened next gave him no time to calm down the spinning feeling that day.
Suddenly, Neville was staggered by his grandmother.
He was still feeling dizzy at the moment and couldn't stand firmly on his feet. But even so, he had to be pulled forward by his grandma, even though he didn't even know where he was or what happened.
Suddenly, when he looked back, he realized why grandma was dragging him away from this place in a hurry - because a monster was actually standing behind where he was just now.
If it weren't for the Disillusionment Curse on their bodies that was still in effect at this moment, they would probably be spotted by the monster as soon as they revealed themselves, right
Neville, who had been covering his mouth before coming over, found that he no longer needed to release his palm.
Following his grandma in a hurry out of this alley that seemed familiar, the two suddenly turned a corner, and soon Neville saw the old-fashioned red brick department store located on the roadside.
It turned out that the alleyway just now was actually near the entrance of St. Mungo's. No wonder he felt familiar.
Before enrolling in Hogwarts, Neville would often accompany his parents with his grandmother—yes, because his parents had lived here for so long, their visits could no longer be called "visits."
And even after going to school, Neville would never forget to come here every holiday. Sometimes he comes with his grandma, and sometimes... For example, in recent years, he will come alone and sit by his parents' bed for a while.
It's just that he came so frequently, and he almost never went to that alley, that is, to the extent of "occasionally taking a look when passing by."
Neville, who was a little surprised by the familiar alley, soon followed his grandma to the display window. But the grandma standing in front just looked at the mannequin inside and did not reach out to knock on the glass.
Neville turned around subconsciously and glanced towards the street.
There are no Muggles here anymore.
People seemed to be running and falling down, and there was no longer the usual noise.
Because the incident happened so suddenly, there were all kinds of messy personal belongings left on the snow-covered street, making the street look messy.
However, it was precisely because there were no Muggles running in terror on the streets that it became extraordinarily quiet. As a result, the monsters wandering silently in the streets became more conspicuous.
Neville knew that to enter St. Mungo's you had to knock on the glass and speak to the dummy inside. Perhaps, grandma was thinking about what to do so that the conversation would not be transmitted to the monster without being heard by the dummy.
If possible, they could at least go to St. Mungo's to take shelter first - that would undoubtedly be a good place for emergency refuge.
But at this moment, two screams one after another suddenly sounded from one end of the street, and then he felt that the panicked screams were getting closer and closer to him.
Was someone attacked? Why does it sound suddenly? If you can escape in a street full of monsters, you probably won't be a Muggle.
Three thoughts flashed through Neville's mind, and he, who was kind-hearted, couldn't help but want to take a look.
However, the fear of those monsters still lingered in his heart, making him want to help them, but he couldn't lift his feet.
However, it didn't take long for him to discover that this unanswered question suddenly escalated!
"Help-"
"…someone help us!"
However, at the corner of the street in front, two figures suddenly flashed out and entered Neville's field of vision.
They were two young wizards, a man and a woman. They were both wearing thick coats. The wands in their hands were waving constantly, releasing streaks of magical flames.
But what made them despair was that not only was the effect of the spell negligible, but the number of monsters chasing them also increased with the distance they ran.
To be honest, I'm lucky that I haven't been surrounded until now.
Since both Neville and her grandmother Augusta were under the Disillusionment Charm, the two were unaware of their presence. And this was clearly clear in Neville's mind at this moment.
Seeing that the other party is about to pass in front of me... This is a multiple-choice question that is so close, but its options seem to be out of reach.
In an instant, the words that grandma had said not long ago were displayed in front of Neville at the same time as the two frightened faces.
"Help! Is anyone there? We need help..."
"Remember, there's nothing we can do now!"
"Save us!"
"Do you think this will make you look less 'cowardly'?"
"anyone there?"
"You're scared—cowardly wimp!"
It was clearly just the moment when the two figures crossed in front of him, but it seemed like two voices alternated in his ears, stimulating his tense nerves.
That second seemed to be longer than the life he had spent so far.
"I don't want to die—"
When the two profiles, distorted by fear and exhaustion, flashed before Neville's eyes, the young witch's cry of despair was as shocking as exploding in his ears.
"Call the gods to protect you!"
The previous Aurors and his grandmother had chosen to use the Patronus Charm when dealing with that kind of monster, so Neville subconsciously chose this spell at this time.
However, although he had practiced it many times according to Maka's information, he had never been able to summon the physical patron saint.
Yes, even with constant practice, the silver-white light mist he was able to release became more and more solid each time, but he had never summoned his patron saint.
Not even once.
But this time today, although Neville could feel the difference from the past when he chanted the incantation, the sudden burst of will also caused the silver-white light mist to condense into a ball of light that shot out...
But you can't say that your patron saint is actually a ball, right
But fortunately, even if it is not a physical patron saint, the silver-white light ball that is solid enough clearly has considerable strength. When it slammed into the monster chasing closest, it actually knocked it back.
If it is not a physical patron saint, it cannot move freely by relying on mental will. Instead, it needs to be actively controlled like an ordinary light mist form.
Neville, who suddenly made up his mind and rushed out, was uncharacteristically not panicked, but was much calmer than before.
He no longer paid attention to the two wizards running behind him, but continued to wave the wand in his hand, concentrating on controlling the condensed ball of light.
"boom!"
When Neville waved his wand and knocked another monster away, he didn't notice that his grandma standing aside showed a faint smile at this moment.
As Neville's grandmother, when her son and daughter-in-law were tortured to madness by Death Eaters using the Cruciatus Curse, she never showed her grief. In front of her grandson, she was even more calm and stern.
Of course she knew that Neville's shyness, clumsiness and introversion were due to the long-term suppression caused by his parents' dementia, but she never thought of cherishing Neville as much as ordinary people.
What she did was to constantly reprimand Neville for his cowardice, use his parents' sacrifices to educate him, and even scold him for not being worthy of being his parents' child.
His parents are heroes, but he seems to be just a puddle of mud that cannot be lifted up.
To be honest, this can never be said to be a good education method, but Mrs. Longbottom, who has been strict with herself throughout her life, is only willing to use this method to educate her only grandson.
Because the old lady believed in Neville and believed that he could break free from the shackles bound by his own hands and become a hero as good as his parents.
And now...
"Call the gods to protect you!"
She took a step forward and stood beside Neville, the wand in her hand stretched straight forward.
In fact, although Neville burst out with unprecedented courage, he also cast the Patronus Charm that was beyond ordinary wizards. But when facing so many formidable enemies, his efforts were only a drop in the bucket.
So, after admiring the appearance of getting rid of the cowardly Neville, Augusta stood up in time!
In a daze, Neville suddenly found a silver-white animal rushing out from his side - the little guy was not big, but his movements were swift and powerful. He could even feel a sense of fearlessness in it. of strength.
He hurriedly glanced beside him, and sure enough, it was his grandma.
I still remember that Professor McGonagall had a conversation with my grandma when she went to Hogwarts. At that time, he felt that the two were probably classmates or friends.
Could it be that his grandma is actually a very powerful witch
When such an idea passed through Neville's mind, Mrs. Longbottom's Patronus had quickly rushed in front of a monster and waved its front paw from the front without hesitation.
A flash of silver light flashed, bringing up a few wisps of ink-like black mist...