Harry Potter's Bastard

Peter was pleased with his current situation, even though he was now nervous to death.

Blake had already appeared, and now as long as he was made to take on human form, the Dementors would naturally notice Blake. It was too close to Hogsmeade, the sun had already set, and the Dementors were already on patrol, so if the Dementors noticed Black, it seemed to Peter that it had already worked.

But here's the problem: if you want to lure Blake out, you have to come up with something that Blake is interested in and force Blake to show up. Peter was well aware that as soon as he showed up, Black would definitely show up. However, once Blake appeared, it meant that Peter had been targeted by Blake, which was a mortal threat to Peter.

However, there is no end to it, and several of the Gryffindor students are good shields for Peter. Peter didn't run away this time, but took the initiative to run to Ron's feet, and then was naturally picked up by Ron.

Don't you Blake want to kill me?Come on, if it's just a dog, you can't do that, you have to turn into a human, and if you dare to take on a human form, the Dementors next door will smell you, and as long as the Dementors smell you, your life will enter the countdown, let's see, whether you kill me or the Dementors kill you first!

Peter was held by Ron with both hands, but his eyes were on Blake. He knew that this was a big gamble, and the stake was his life, but Peter was no stranger to this kind of big gamble that cost his life, because counting this time, Peter had already done it three times. One time he took refuge with Voldemort, one time he framed Black on the street, and this one time.

Blake stared at the rat that Peter had turned into, the anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed, he didn't think about suppressing it, he didn't pay attention to his best friend's son staring at him defensively, he didn't pay attention to the other two students, he only had Peter in his eyes now, the stinky mouse.

Harry looked at the "ominous" in horror, how many times has this been? This is the first time he has seen this so-called "ominous"? Before Harry could react, the huge black dog pounced, but the target was not Harry, but Ron.

"No, damn it! what are you going to do!" Ron struggled violently, but to no avail, even if Ron kicked the dog in the head, the black dog did not let go.

Harry and Hermione watched in horror as the black dog bit Ron's leg and began dragging him in the direction of the Beater Willow. At this time, Hermione's Crookhill jumped out of Hermione's arms and ran like a beating willow.

"No, Crookshan, come back!" Hermione saw her cat run under the beating willow and scratch the trunk.

While Harry and Hermione were overwhelmed by what was happening in front of them, Ron had been dragged by the black dog into a hollow under the beating willows.

Peter didn't take the opportunity to run away from Ron's body, but got into Ron's clothes. He knew very well that if he dared to run at this time, Blake would immediately target himself, and stay on Ron's body and use this kid as a shield to delay time.

Seeing the black dog enter the hollow, Crookshank scratched the trunk again, but Harry and Hermione didn't notice.

"Ron!" Harry immediately lunged in the direction of Beater Willow, and just as Hermione was about to follow, a dark shadow slammed into her arms.

"Uh......" Hermione lay and groaned in a low voice, no small blow to Harry.

Harry was even worse, his school robe was rotten, and bruised skin was peeking out of the tattered robe.

"What the hell is going on?" Harry clutched his head, trying to come to his senses.

"Look at the beating willow!" Hermione gestured forward.

Beater Willow was slowly retracting the branch he had just smoked Harry.

"Why did Ron and the black dog get through!" Harry clutched his belly and stood up with Hermione on his feet.

"Maybe hitting the willows won't hurt the animals?" Hermione looked at Crook Hill, which was still under the tree, "Crook Hill was fine when it just passed. "

"What about Ron?"

Hermione couldn't answer Harry's question for a while.

"We can't wait!" Harry shouted anxiously, "We must get Ron out right away!"

"But how do we get there?" Hermione asked, frowning as she looked at the slightly swaying Beater Willow.

"Just rush over here!" Harry broke free of Hermione's grasp and rushed towards Beater Willow again.

It has to be said that there is still merit in the sport of Quidditch. Harry had just been given a hard kick, but now he looked like he was fine, and he was very agile, and he was prepared to dodge the first whip with ease, and then the second slammed branch in a frenzy, but that was the end of it. As he was one step away from rushing into the hole, Harry was pulled back by a third branch, just in time to hit Hermione again.

After lying down for a while, the two of them finally came to their senses and got up in embarrassment.

"Hermione, my glasses are missing. Harry squinted uncomfortably, his eyes were like this, and he instinctively narrowed his eyes when he couldn't see clearly.

Hermione pulled out her wand and used a flying charm: "Glasses fly." "

When Harry put his glasses back on, the beating willow was calm again, only the drooping branches swaying slightly in the wind.

"How are we going to get over now?" said Harry, anxiously.

Hermione thought for a moment, "I have a solution, but I don't know if it works. "

"What's the solution?" asked Harry quickly.

"Obstacle Charm. Hermione tightened her wand in her hand, "Let's rush over, the obstacle charm should be able to fend off those branches, and even if it can't, it should be able to slow them down somewhat." "

"Then do it!"

The two of them finally rolled into the hole under Hermione's obstacle spell. Hermione couldn't care about Crook Mountain, which was still outside, so she and Harry got up and hurried to the depths of the cavern.

"Fluorescent flickering. Harry, who had walked in front, pulled out his wand, and the light from the tip of the wand illuminated the dimly lit hole. Harry was extremely glad to have Hermione here, otherwise he wouldn't even be able to get into this hole, let alone rescue Ron.

There was only the sound of the two of them in the cavern, and they couldn't hear anything else, not even Ron's terrified screams.

"Ron!" Harry had a very bad thought in his heart, Ron must have been killed, right?

"Ron, are you in there?" Harry horrified at the thought that Ron might have been killed. He began to call Ron by name. _

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