[Comprehensive] Rejecting the Savior of Hogwarts

"Mr. Potter, what are you doing here?" Christine looked at the embarrassed green-eyed boy in surprise, with a look of surprise in her eyes, but the emotion turned into seriousness in the next instant, and her gaze changed from Harry passed over his shoulders and landed on Renesme who was curled up in the center of the room. For a moment, the girl seemed to see a pair of extremely bewitching eyes like blood.Her thoughts suddenly jumped to the commotion that was happening in the school at this time, her expression froze, and she asked in a deep voice, "Mr. Potter, can I assume you know the people in the room?"

Although anxious in her heart, she also knew that she couldn't be hard on the boy in front of her. Christine tried her best to get some information from Harry as quietly as possible, but the savior didn't want to talk to her at all.Seeing that the spatial fluctuation behind him was about to spread to the outside of the room, Harry gritted his teeth and grabbed Christine's wrist, dragged her aside, then slammed the door with his backhand, and slammed several restraining spells on it along the way.

The moment the door was opened, without Voldemort's reminder, Harry also felt the weakening of the effect of the confinement runes. Only then did he realize that the restraint in the room had already been triggered, and the spatial fluctuations caused by Renesmee were far more powerful than him. It was much bigger than imagined... I didn't think there was anything at first, but thinking about it this way, the savior's fingers, which were still condensed with magic power, couldn't help trembling, and the magic power at the fingertips almost became messy and scattered.Harry couldn't help guessing a possibility, what would happen if there were no rune restrictions that could suppress Renesmee in this room today, he was so close to the girl at that time, and in just a split second Kungfu, can you really dodge it?

Although he still had some fears in his heart, there was no time for him to adjust now. Now that the restraint had been weakened, Harry was not sure how long his restraint spell could last. Perhaps, he should hurry to find someone for help now?In any case, the first step is to send these ignorant children back to the professors... The lake green eyes looked around, the savior probably knows the identities of these people, who can gather these people together, There will be no one but Christine.

"Don't go in, something happened inside, that girl is dangerous, you'd better stay away." After waiting for a while, Harry breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the door sealed by the curse had not moved, and wiped the Wiping the fine cold sweat from the corners of his forehead, he didn't forget to remind the boys and girls who were still eager to try to get in. "But wait, it's class time, why are you here?" After taking a few deep breaths and quickly adjusting his heart rate to stabilize, Harry suddenly remembered this matter, regardless of whether it was Christine or not. Organized, he doesn't remember that the senior class schedule is free in the morning, so what are these people here for?

"Due to some special reasons, this morning's class was canceled, maybe you can guess why..." Christine pursed her lips, and there was a sharp edge in her eyes when she met Harry: "So Now, perhaps you can ask Mr. Potter to tell us, who is the identity of the girl inside?"

The savior couldn't help frowning, he could clearly see the anxiety, worry and vague panic in the girl's expression.what does that mean?Harry's expression became more and more serious. Combining the time when this team appeared and the identities of its members, perhaps there is only one most realistic conclusion he can draw, that is, Imofani was once again invaded. , and the situation is much more serious than last time.Could this have something to do with Renee Smee?The word blood race flashed in Harry's mind, and the boy unconsciously turned his eyes to the ordinary door again. Maybe he should pay close attention to this unknown, strange and peculiar blood race. , Notifying the professor of such things can probably be handed over to Christine?

"I'm sorry, I don't know exactly what happened in the school, and I don't know what's inside..." Harry turned his head slightly, casting his gaze at the door suggestively: "The identity of that girl, but there is I'm basically sure of one thing, she's a vampire." Harry pronounced the last few words firmly, but his eyes were unusually dignified, as if what was inside was not a young vampire, but some terrifying monster.

Is there really something she doesn't understand, or, Potter is just playing, he wants to protect the vampire?The two guesses clearly occupied Christine's brain, and the girl unconsciously clenched the corners of her lips.At this time, she didn't want to conflict with the boy at all, but the premise was that she had to confirm that Harry Potter had nothing to do with this matter.

So far, Harry has no idea what's going on outside.In his opinion, since the professors will allow a student team like Kristen to move freely, it means that the problem has not reached such a serious level, so he feels that he has enough reasons to believe that Chris can protect himself, and , if there really was a serious accident, Morris would have rushed to his gray-eyed friend as soon as possible, wouldn't he?

Theoretically speaking, Harry's idea is completely correct, but there is one thing in this world called accidents!

When Harry and Christine were confronting each other, a tall man in a well-styled pure black evening dress was slowly tightening his slender fingers holding Chris' neck.He has a pair of amethyst-like seductive eyes, no matter whether he is smiling or not, four sharp fangs will be exposed from the corners of his lips. Although his face is handsome and three-dimensional, his pale skin makes him look like a dead person. It's just that this strange temperament lingering with a strong breath of death is enough to make countless men and women unable to move away their obsessed eyes.

"What an interesting kid, your blood smells so good... I can hardly bear it anymore." The vampire leaned down and whispered in Chris's ear, his cold breath touching the boy The side face, like the smell of death and decay from the deepest part of hell, made the boy tremble uncontrollably.He didn't seem to intend to kill Chris immediately, and the palm around the boy's throat was just tightened just enough to make it difficult for him to breathe without killing him. "Actually, you are still a child of the White family. You are more valuable than I imagined, but I don't know if it is enough to exchange for my family's day walker..." The pale finger of the blood clan is on the family crest on Kress' collar Gently stroking, a thought flashed in the crystal purple eyes: "Food, pets, goods, or bargaining chips...my dear little friend, which one do you want to be more?"

what is this? !Chris trembled violently, and his beautiful gray pupils suddenly lit up with fire. It was anger, humiliation, and a slightly immature but chilling killing intent. No one can insult the White family like this The future heir, and no one is qualified to impose these words on him.The turbulent magic power began to flow slowly, gathering towards his palm with difficulty. At this moment, the boy unexpectedly broke through some kind of shackles, and withstood the pressure from death to complete a top-level black magic.

"Drill, heart, gouge, bone!"

As if every syllable was crushed and reassembled on the tip of his tongue, Chris recited this torture spell belonging to one of the three unforgivable curses with great difficulty. The palm sank into the body of the high-ranking vampire.The blood clan was taken aback for a moment, an unbelievable light flashed in his amethyst-like pupils, and then he was filled with deep pain, but he didn't let go of Chris!

The pain of the Cruciatus Curse seemed to only make him more crazy. The palms holding the boy's neck suddenly tightened. Chris's struggle did not have any effect. The boy only felt that his life was passing by quickly.In this regard, there is no difference between wizards and Muggles, and it only takes less than 3 minutes for him to suffocate to death.

Between life and death, Chris saw a pair of familiar eyes. He used to have a particularly strong hostility to his master, but at this moment, he just exhausted his last strength and gestured to the man to leave immediately.He didn't imagine that that person could save him, after all, they were too weak in front of the adult wise vampires.But that person didn't leave, instead he gave him a comforting smile, and the next moment he came close.

"Let him go." Beecher's voice was very calm, and he ordered in an extraordinarily indifferent tone. His height was only a little above the waist of the vampire, but his gaze was more like looking down, like a god. Looking down on the humble ants.Chris looked at him blankly, the meaning in his eyes could no longer be described with surprise. He really didn't understand what Beecher relied on to stand here and order in such a tone, but the fingers on his neck suddenly Let go.

The purple-eyed vampire stared at Beecher vigilantly, with an expression as if he had seen his natural enemy in his infancy. Even though he knew that the two sides were similar in strength, he couldn't even think of doing it.Beecher didn't do anything, he just stood there and stared at the vampire indifferently, he saw the vampire with purple eyes slowly retreating and fleeing, but he didn't catch up to hunt it, but just took two steps forward , holding out his hand to Chris with a blank expression: "Come with me, Mr. White, at this time, you should stay with your uncle."

"But, I have to go find Harry. He might be in danger." Chris didn't move immediately. If he didn't meet Beecher, or didn't know Beecher possessed such abilities, he would definitely go to find Morris first. Then go to find Harry with his uncle, but since there is a faster way, he still wants to try to get Beecher's help.Harry couldn't be out alone at a time like this, it was too dangerous, after all, there was a good chance no one would help him at all.

"It's enough to take care of yourself, Mr. White," Beecher stared at the gray-eyed boy, and said meaningfully: "Harry, he's much safer than all of you." What does this mean?Chris was slightly taken aback. He didn't know whether Beecher's words were true or not, but in short, he knew that Beecher would not help him any further, so there was only one choice left before him. No, go find Morris!

At the door of a certain room, the deadlock was finally broken, and the door silently became a piece of debris, and within a few breaths, it was swallowed up by the increasingly violent spatial fluctuations, Harry snapped Taking a deep breath, he dodged like a conditioned reflex. "Spatial rift? Mr. Potter, what did you do?!" Christine's heart twitched violently when she saw the small pieces of shattered black holes, and her senses told her that it was probably not Harry who did it. Yes, so her eyes slowly moved to the girl in the middle of the room.

"What will you do to help me?" Renee Smee has now stood up from the ground, her eyes are still as red as blood, and they look even weirder than before, making people feel ashamed just by looking at them. I can feel the creepy killing intent: "Tell me, what kind of deal do you want me to give you in order to give me what I want?"

"It's not a question of my reluctance, it's just..." Harry couldn't finish the sentence, because the next moment, the girl was beside him, the sharp fangs on the corners of her lips reflected the blood-red cold light, she went straight Looking into Harry Lake's green pupils, he asked back word by word: "I believe you know what to do, don't you?"