Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 149 The Disappeared Diary
"I don't care if you're a victim or not!"

The roaring burst of drinking made people dizzy.

The figure jumping off the broom brought the sound of howling wind, and a magic spell shot from the bottom up towards the falling Ron.

There is no way to dodge in the air without the broom, and Malfoy has already seen the end of the orangutan.

"Huh~"

The giant sword with the size of the door was placed sideways, and the enchanted sword directly smashed into the spell that Ron didn't know. This extremely brutal action frightened everyone below. They had never seen a wizard bring such a spell with him. stuff?
Malfoy was also frightened, but he seemed to have been trained and didn't panic at this time. He continued to cast spells quickly, but the spells he shot were all smashed by the giant sword that was bigger than everyone else.

The Philosopher's Stone is a base-transforming weapon, but it can't even leave a trace of an alchemy ballista, and it's a peerless weapon that can cut down demons.

With the strength of the fall, Ron planned to use his body to withstand the impact of the landing, and then shot Malfoy's brain out with a sword. After breaking through Malfoy's tolerance limit one after another, Malfoy, who finally showed a panicked look, summoned Behind a half-solid shield, a lazy donkey rolled sideways in embarrassment.

This seemingly soft shield is indeed soft, but no matter how strong it is, it will still be broken in an instant under this unreasonable blunt blow.

Ron, whose legs were a little numb from the impact, raised his sword and shot horizontally continuously. The six burly figures flew up several meters in an instant, and after breaking half of their bodies, they left half of their breath lying on the ground like mud.

"Except your weapons!"

A waist-thick red beam of light erupted from the giant sword, smashing out a huge firework. The disarming spread to a space of more than ten meters around the destination, and the magic wand in Malfoy's hand flew out instantly, Even at this moment, he felt a weak tearing sensation in his teeth, fingers, toes, every part of his body that could be used as a weapon to resist.

"It seems your father taught you a lot, Draco."

The magic performed by Malfoy is a bit unpopular, but Ron can still recognize that it is not black magic. It is not surprising that Malfoy, who was born in a wizard family, can learn these uncommon magic.

"Who gave you the courage?"

"Given it to you by my dear Uncle Lucius?"

"Or Dobby, your brave house-elf?"

"He was trying to cause trouble for me at the train station. I didn't expect you to come too?"

"remarkably brave."

A full-body binding spell bound Malfoy who had lost his wand, and Ron turned around and scattered the ultimate armor body that turned into a shield. After seeing the amulet that Fast gave him with a powerful armor body , he is interested in this kind of specialized and advanced spells, but learning is more difficult, and he doesn't have time to learn too much.

"I should have come with you if I knew earlier, sorry."

"Floating into the air."

The little wizards trapped in the mud were freed one after another. Looking at the group of classmates who had been smoked like chiefs, Ron couldn't squeeze a smile.

Ron, who didn't know how to remove the curse from the quagmire, froze the ground directly, then poured mana roughly, and a tyrannical cleaning spell wiped away all the dirt on their bodies.

Magic is like this, sometimes it doesn't work just because you don't have enough strength, if you use it recklessly, the levitation spell can also send people to travel in space.

"Are you all right?"

Ron hugged Hermione, who was still wearing a head-bubble curse, and kissed her forehead after helping her break the spell.

"It's okay. I was standing behind just now. Although I couldn't help much, I'm fine."

Hermione shook her head, but then said a little uneasy: "Fred and George. I think they seem to have been cursed a few times."

"We're fine."

The twins who were casting spell-breaking and counter-cursing on each other didn't have a big problem. They suffered a few mischievous spells that were not very powerful, such as itchy pustules all over their bodies, but they were very good at these spells and they were getting it back. After getting the wand, everything was done very quickly.

Those who rushed to the front must have received more care.

"What happened, tell me. They won't die for a while, so I smashed half of their bodies, and they have to lie in the school hospital for a few weeks. Comminuted fractures of the lower body are not fatal, no Bleeding will do."

The cubs who trembled all over suddenly felt that the suffering they had suffered was not so serious, that is, they were a little bit embarrassed, and felt that their mouths were pried open and fed shit.

But this is much better than paralysis of the lower body and comminuted fractures.

Because in the school hospital, you have to drink the potion provided by Snape every day, which is more disgusting than shit, and you drink it for weeks, and that is a nightmare.

The chirping little lions quickly restored the conversation at that time, the more they listened to it, the more strange it became, and the more they heard it, the more wrong it became, Ron frowned as the blue veins on his forehead slowly bulged, when the last sentence 'mudblood' was missed by the little lion When we mentioned it, Ron, who seemed to let go of something, frowned.

"I see."

"Harry." Ron whispered in Harry's ear, "Go get me three drops of Veritaserum, I'll wait for you in the Room of Requirement."

"Okay, let's go, Wood, the selection of Quidditch players probably needs to be postponed. By the way, throw these dead pigs to the school infirmary, so as not to die. Malfoy and I have something to talk about."

Using the Flying Charm to recall the broom, Ron, who left with Malfoy who had been punched unconscious, disappeared from their sight, and then, Harry also left quickly.

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In a room that was lit with torches but still filled with darkness, Malfoy slowly opened his eyes.

The goal was dried blood, and the large black spots rushed into his nostrils with stale musty and fishy smells, and he was awakened by the smell.

An inexplicable sense of panic filled Malfoy's brain, and the cold steel reminded him that he was now bound to a prop similar to an execution chair.

The tightly strangled belt was cold, rough, but also strangely sticky.

It seems that countless dried blood plasma is covered with layers of patina, which has a chilling and disgusting touch.

When he shook his head and looked around, he saw all kinds of indescribable and unrecognizable instruments of torture that were illuminated under the torch and also plunged into darkness, and there were mottled black spots on the strange dusty props , revealing a more ferocious and cruel ferocity.

This is an interrogation room.

But a more accurate term would be a torture chamber.

There was a clattering sound, and Draco, who was so scared that he screamed instantly, heard a faint whisper from behind.

"Don't worry, I don't know how to use these props."

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Ron said again: "But I can try, after all, I'm curious about how they use it."

"Like this."

A strange glove was buckled into Draco's left hand. When the mechanism was photographed, the spikes hidden inside instantly plunged into the gap between the fingernails, and the barbed spikes followed the mechanism slowly. Slowly returning to the position and pulling away little by little, the tiny flesh and blood that was torn off gave the room full of stale smells a fresh smell.

"So that's what it's for."

"It's cruel."

"It's more powerful than if I break all your bones with a blunt sword."

"I think you have something to say to me, Draco."

"Who gave you courage? Or, who taught you these things?"

"I say! I say! I say!"

Draco finally let out a sound other than screams.

"I saw it in a book at home, at home, in our library, right there!"

"The entrance is in my father's study, behind the second bookshelf!"

"Oh, is it?"

"What book is it?"

Ron asked curiously: "I am also very interested. After all, the magic you cast is indeed something I have never seen before."

Malfoy's wand was held in Ron's hand, and then pointed at himself.

"Do you want to experience it yourself? I'm curious about their effects."

Ron's wand touched the end of Malfoy's wand.

"No! You can't! That would kill me! Where is this? Where is this?"

"But these are the spells you want to use on me."

"That is to say, you intend to kill me?"

Ron narrowed his eyes and smiled at Draco.

"Maybe you won't die, after all, I don't think you dare kill people at Hogwarts."

"Right?"

"No no no no no! Of course I won't! Absolutely not! But not so much! No! I'm going to die! I'm definitely going to die!"

"I tell you, I tell you everything, even you can take away my memory, you can see it yourself! You can see it yourself!"

"As long as there is a pensieve, I have it at home, and I will write back and ask Dad to send it over!"

"Trust me! Trust me! It's okay"

He almost begged to open his mouth. How could he not understand the magic he used? Although none of them are spells that can kill people, if they are superimposed together, life will be worse than death, and the spells that are not black magic are closer to powerful spells. A mischievous spell that doesn't work can only be considered a nasty joke at best, but a conviction or something is completely out of reach, these are the gaps in the Ministry of Magic law.

"It's a pity that I don't know. After all, our Weasley family is poor and we don't have such a thing as a Pensieve. I don't know if it's true or not."

"It's true! It's true!"

"I asked my dad once, I know what to do!"

"But I need a wand, I can't help it. I'm not stronger than you."

"But give me a chance! Please!"

"I'm glad you realize this, but I don't like bullying very much, as long as you don't provoke me, we can actually get along in peace, right?"

Ron unfastened the leather buckle on his right hand, and then returned his wand. As long as Draco moved a little bit, the ultimate armor bodyguard and an old punch that was ready to go could disarm him instantly, and Take half life.

And Draco didn't seem to intend to make small moves, he tapped his wand on his temple, and then pulled out a phantom-like silver thread.

"You can put it in a glass bottle, I kid you not, I kid you not."

Ron conjured up a small bottle, and then the silver memory thread was stored in it, screwed on the lid and put it in his pocket.

"Then I can. Can't I?"

"Maybe?"

"Ron took his wand and then clasped his right hand to the armrest again."

"Flashback." Ron tapped the end of Draco's wand with his wand.

Under the effect of the flashback spell, Draco's wand spit out the magic it had released very rhythmically.

The successive spells made Draco's bloodless face even paler.

The uncontrollable muscles are twisting crazily, the crackling bones seem to be dancing in the body, Draco's facial features and body have undergone tremendous changes, and the crazy elongated teeth have torn lips and Face, countless burst pustules exploded into balls of mucus, even the belt couldn't completely restrain him, under the effect of the spell, he directly tore off his wrist and ankle, and then started crazy Inhuman twisting and deformation.

Even if it is a prank spell, if it is strengthened and then stacked multiple times, it is not something that one person can bear.

"That's enough for now, Weasley."

In a darker part of the room, Snape quietly appeared. He waved his wand and broke the spell on Malfoy's body. Under the effect of powerful potions and spells, the limbs that had just been torn off were reconnected.

"Looking at the memory, Malfoy's transformation is too fast, and you really think he can master so much magic in a month's time?"

Ron curled his lips mockingly: "Maybe he's a genius."

Snape was silent for a while, but still said coldly: "But no one can hold Veritaserum."

"maybe."

"Anyway, the lesson has been taught, you can take him away."

Snape used a spell to levitate Malfoy, who had already fallen into a coma, and followed him out of the room.

"Then borrow your Pensieve Professor."

Ron shook the vial and spoke to Dumbledore who came out of the darkness.

"Why did you make such a fuss?"

"Because of intuition." Ron nodded his head. It was impossible for him to tell about Voldemort's diary. Moreover, so far, he has not found any trace of the diary. It is not in Ginny's place. It is a blessing, but It also made him feel a little troublesome.

"The intuition of beasts is always extremely sharp. Didn't Bailey Ryder say that I'm more atavistic than my ancestors."

Ron pushed open the door, and the exit was directly opposite the statue in the principal's office.

(End of this chapter)