In this Hogwarts without a savior

Chapter 23

The sky flashed a dazzling red light in an instant, and the light penetrated the window glass of the carriage, reflecting on the faces of every student, followed by a thunderous roar that could only be produced by an explosive spell.

No one made any noise, but a few timid low-grade girls sobbed softly, and beside them were some sixth- and seventh-grade students who had obviously experienced big storms, comforting them softly.

The five of them, Jon and Neville, huddled together in the corner of the restaurant. The mood of the freshmen was fairly stable, and the only girl among them, Lavender, was not so weak.

Besides them, Ron's two older brothers, George and Fred, and Lee Jordan, a dark-skinned boy in their grade, were also beside them.

The usually bold twins not only showed no nervousness or fear about the situation at this time, but also talked about their life in the carriage.

"This is also the first time we have encountered this situation."

I don't know whether it is George or Fred's boy, and there is even some excitement in his tone that he is afraid that the world will not be chaotic.

"Even Percy has never experienced it. Only Bill and Charlie had several dangerous experiences of being hunted down by Aurors when they were in school. I heard that since Dumbledore cast a powerful spell on the carriage, The Aurors would no longer be able to locate Hogwarts."

Hearing his words, Jon, who was silent at the side, realized something.

When he saw the reactions of those senior students just now, he felt a little strange. It was normal for this school to experience him being chased and killed by Aurors, but now it seems that this is not the case.

"Actually, you don't have to worry about it at all." Another of the twins said, "As long as Professor Dumbledore is in the car, our safety will definitely not be a problem, unless... that person comes here in person!"

When Ron heard the last sentence he said, his face, which was not originally nervous, turned pale instantly, and his body shivered subconsciously.

"Don't say such things! He, he is in a high position now, it is impossible to focus on us."

Justin looked at Ron's sudden expression, and Neville and Lavender who were obviously silent, and asked curiously.

"who's that person?"

The twins looked at each other, and they sneered in flattering, exaggerated tones.

"Of course the 'Great Mister'!"

Lee Jordan looked around in fear, swallowed, and said to the twins in a voice almost pleading.

"Well, George Fred, I know you are not afraid of him, but you should pay attention anyway."

The twins looked disdainful.

"What is this? We have all heard Professor Dumbledore directly calling him by his previous name."

"Professor Dumbledore is Professor Dumbledore, and we are us."

While they were arguing about this matter, Jon suddenly said something.

"Where's Professor Slughorn?"

The people around became quiet, and they began to look around in the dining room, but they couldn't find the professor.

It was Neville who said hesitantly.

"I just heard someone report to Professor Slughorn that Filch was missing. Professor Slughorn asked the student chairman to stay here. He went to find Filch."

"Filch doesn't seem to have come to the restaurant from the beginning?" Lavender asked suspiciously.

For this carriage manager, both George and Fred had a disgusted attitude.

"He may still be planning some plan to punish students in his room. We have heard that he often suggested to Professor Dumbledore that in today's special period, the corporal punishment that Hogwarts used to have is restored. system, so that students can be better disciplined.”

While they were talking, the sky had already become quiet again.

The galloping thestrals quickly left the battlefield with the carriage, but the professors hadn't returned yet, and the students could only stay in the dining room.

Some students were frightened and physically exhausted, and couldn't bear to fall asleep on the dining table. It was at this time that Slughorn walked in with an ugly Filch.

When they entered the door, they seemed to be still talking about something, and the manager's mood didn't look so good.

At this time, Slughorn knew that even if he couldn't go back to the dormitory to sleep for the time being, he had to arrange for the students to rest.

He waved his magic wand to clear out all the tables and chairs in the dining room, and then conjured up dozens of sleeping bags so that the students could make a temporary night here.

The dim lights swayed gently in the restaurant with the bumps of the carriage.

Beside Jon, Naviron and the others were already breathing evenly, and occasionally there were a few not-so-loud grunting sounds not too far away.

I don't know if it was because he had slept enough yesterday, even though it was more than two o'clock in the morning, Jon still didn't feel sleepy.

He was lying close to the window, and when he looked up, he could just see the bright white moon in the night sky.

What happened tonight made the sense of crisis in his heart even heavier.

Now they are under the protection of Dumbledore, so there is no need to worry about their safety, but Dumbledore cannot always be with them, and his identity is definitely not just the headmaster of this Hogwarts.

Besides, although I don't know what happened in the past, since the wizarding world has all fallen into Voldemort's hands, it means that Dumbledore may not necessarily have any advantage in front of him.

While thinking about it, Jon also reached into the pocket of his robe, and touched the ring that always felt cold to the touch.

But what the heck, tomorrow he has to settle the issue of the ring first, and then hurry up and think of ways to improve his strength. He doesn't expect how strong he can become, at least he can't be like now, who doesn't even have the ability to raise a wand and use a spell .

In this turbulent night, time passed bit by bit.

As the eastern sky turned pale, and the starry sky gradually faded, Dumbledore returned to the carriage with Lily, McGonagall, and Flitwick while the students were still asleep.

Dumbledore's face was a little tired, and his robe didn't even have a few wrinkles. Lily and McGonagall's hair was a little disheveled by the wind, and they didn't seem to be injured. Only Flitwick was supported. He limped into the carriage, his left leg was already stained with bright red blood, and there was still a faint smell of burnt.

Slughorn looked at the wound on Flitwick's leg with an ugly face, and he took the short professor from Lily.

"I still have some white fresh essence in there, this will be very useful for your injury."

(End of this chapter)