NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 242
Chapter 242 Artel, Let’S Fight Together! (Subscription)
At this point, Hogwarts basement.
Hermione finally found the entrance to the Slytherin lounge, and after trying a dozen passwords, she finally opened the lounge door.
The originally noisy lounge immediately quieted down, and everyone looked towards the entrance.
“Hermione?!”
The little wizards were stunned. They all knew Hermione, but they didn’t understand why she came here.
“Hermione? Why are you here? Is it okay outside? Why haven’t we heard from Professor Snape.”
Pansy got up from the sofa and walked to the door.
Hermione walked into the lounge, this was the first time she came to Slytherin’s lounge, the environment here made her feel a little depressed, especially these Slytherin wizards stared at her, which made her feel a little uncomfortable. Comfortable.
Hermione looked around, but without seeing Artel, she pursed her lips and asked:
“Where’s Artel?”
Pansy felt a little strange, but she replied:
“He went back to the dormitory, he doesn’t like this kind of situation… What’s the matter? What happened? You look bad…”
“The Witch-King Angmar is here.”9
Hermione’s words made the atmosphere of the entire Slytherin lounge become weird.
The faces of the little wizards who still had smiles on their faces immediately turned ugly.
Even Cassandra and Amber 690’s faces became extremely ugly.
“The professors are fending off the Witch King of Angmar… I, I want to come see Artel, and then we’ll fight together!”
Hermione whispered, looking at Pansy and asking:
“Which is Artel’s bedroom?”
Pansy came back to her senses and pointed to Artel’s bedroom, her face also turned pale, and her voice trembled as she asked:
“Is it really the Witch King of Angmar?”
“Yes… You can’t see the situation outside here, so you don’t know it. I don’t know what it’s like outside. When I came down, the Witch King of Angmar had broken the barrier of the school.”
Hermione ran towards Artel’s bedroom, stopping at the door and looking at the little Slytherin wizards.
“Hiding here won’t help, and if the professors fail, we’re going to die… We should go and help the professors.
After saying this, Hermione didn’t look at their reaction, pushed open the door of Artel’s bedroom and got in.
In the lounge, the little wizards were silent.
“We should go and see…”
“What to see? Do you want to fight the Witch-king of Angmar? I think we should find a way to leave…”
“Maybe we can hide, hide in a secret room…”
“That’s right, the Witch King of Angmar is not so mad enough to kill everyone (cgeb).
Slytherin’s little wizard has an obvious shortcoming, and that is selfishness.
In the original book, after Voldemort re-emerged, some Slytherins followed in the footsteps of the family or Malfoy and slacked off Voldemort.
The other part, in the final battle, was imprisoned by Professor McGonagall in the dungeon because of his support of handing Harry Potter to Voldemort.
He Ming expected to change them with just a few words of his own, which can be said to be wishful thinking.
But there are two exceptions.
One is Cassandra Worley, who has been an exchange student in Beauxbatons for two years, and the other is the newly joined Amber Heard.
After a period of time together, the two belonged to the state of being both enemies and friends.
After hearing Hermione’s words, looking at the different Slytherins, Kassadra and Amber looked at each other and nodded tacitly.
The two took wands and walked out of the lounge.
“You said how many of them would come out and choose to fight?”
Amber glanced behind him and asked Cassandra beside him.
“I don’t know, maybe none of them…but I think, Artel will come out, just like he chose to stand up to the basilisk…”
Cassandra whispered, she turned her head, looked at Amber, and suddenly asked:
“Aren’t you afraid of dying?
Amber froze for a moment, shook his head, and said:
“Afraid…but someone has to stand up, isn’t it? Instead of praying with fear, it is better to fight for it with your life…Aren’t you afraid?”
“Giggle…I’m afraid…but, if I hide, I won’t go to Cassandra.
Cassandra clenched her fists, took a deep breath, and walked up the last step.
Around the corner, Cassandra stopped, where they could already hear the explosions of various spells outside.
There were also the exclamations and shouts of many little wizards.
Cassandra looked at Amber, pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice:
“If we survive this time, let’s be friends…I don’t have a real friend yet.”5
Amber was slightly startled, and then a smile appeared on his face, with a smile on his face, tears streaming down his face.
“Okay, if we survive, we’ll be best friends!”
In Artel’s bedroom.
Feeling that someone was coming in, Artel put away the Isil Hedron.
He looked up and saw that it was Hermione.
“Hermione? Why is she here?”
Artel was stunned, and before he could stand up, Hermione had walked over to his bed.
Artel had told her that he had placed a shielding spell beside the bed before, so Hermione wasn’t too surprised.
Seeing Artel looking at her suspiciously, Hermione took a deep breath, the fear and tension that had been suppressed in her heart rushed out, Hermione cried in a low voice, and hugged Artel.
“Ah this…”
Artel was at a loss for a moment, he opened his hand, thought about it, and hugged her gently.
“Hermione, what’s wrong with you?”
“It’s nothing… Artel, maybe… I may really not be able to travel with you, nor can I accompany you on your first dance…”
Hermione’s voice was low, crying, like a mosquito, and Artel could feel her nervousness and sadness.
Hearing Hermione’s words, Artel understood.
The appearance of the Witch King of Angmar made Hermione terrified. She might really think she was going to die this time…
“what happened?”
Artel patted Hermione on the back, reassuring her.
Hermione hugged Artel tightly, shook her head and said nothing, and after about five seconds, she let go of Artel.
Hermione wiped her tears, she looked at Artel shyly but firmly, the expression in her eyes was a little complicated.
“you…”
Artel had just opened his mouth when Hermione cut him off.
“The Witch King of Angmar is here… Artel, the Witch King of Angmar has come to Hogwarts, he is very powerful, the barrier set up by the professors was easily destroyed by him, but Headmaster Dumbledore is not here…”
“When he attacked the Ministry of Magic, he killed dozens of Aurors and hundreds of innocent Muggles in London…”
“According to newspaper records, the Witch King of Angmar has appeared all over Europe, and nearly a thousand Muggles have died at his hands…”
Hermione’s face showed a hint of fear, she pursed her lips and whispered:
“I don’t know if we’ll survive…if not, I think, I want to tell you… Artel, I, I really like you…”
“I don’t know when it started, maybe it was when I first saw you outside Diagon Alley, maybe it was sleeping on your shoulder on the train, maybe you taught Pansy to raise your wand time, or maybe it was when you taught me the first spell…’
“Actually, I shouldn’t be like this. I’ve only known you for more than half a year, but I really feel like I can’t live without you…”
Hermione seemed to be talking to herself and explaining something to Artel.
“I think, with your character, you will definitely choose to face the Witch King of Angmar, right?”
Hermione let out a long breath, raised the wand in her hand, and said seriously:
“I know my strength is much worse than yours, but I practice hard, just for this day to come!
“Today, let’s fight side by side!”