svetikya Chapter 59 Ron and Hermione Use All Their Means
Chapter 59 Ron and Hermione Use All Their Means
Harry and the others were somewhat surprised and suspicious when they saw Draco stay behind.
Draco, relying on his pure-blood status, was arrogant and domineering, looking down on everyone. Whenever he went out, he was always followed by Goyle and Crabbe, who served him closely.
This time, the little elf wreaked havoc in the classroom, turning everything upside down. The two fat men both ran away with their heads in their hands and disappeared without a trace, but this fellow stayed behind alone, who knows what he's up to.
"Harry, what do you think he's up to?" Ron whispered, staring intently at Draco. "I have a feeling this guy's up to no good."
Hermione wondered, "Could he be planning to ambush us and get revenge on Flourish and Blotts?"
Seeing Harry, the other two turn their eyes sideways, Draco felt a chill run down his spine, but he pretended to be tough. He clenched his fists, made two empty chopping motions, and shouted:
"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a fist as big as a sandbag?"
Ron snorted, ripped off his wizard's robe, rolled up his sleeves to reveal his bare chest, and said, "Have you ever seen arms as strong as a turkey?"
Harry drew his sword and said, "Brothers, ignore them. You two deal with these blue devils, I'll keep an eye on this guy."
With Harry's protection, Ron and Hermione felt relieved and used all their skills to deal with the Cornish elves.
Ron took out his wand and cast a whirlwind spell. A strange howl was heard, and a gust of wind swept up from the floor of the classroom, carrying two or three elves into their cages.
Harry caught a glimpse of this out of the corner of his eye and couldn't help but praise, "Brother, you are truly a genius in both magic and martial arts. I had no idea you had such skills."
Hermione froze a house-elf with an Ice Curse and shook her head, saying, "No, Harry, this is Ron's true skill."
Readers, have you heard this: Why did Ron's methods always seem a bit lacking in the past? Yet today he's so imposing and awe-inspiring. There's definitely a reason for that.
It should be noted that Charlie's old wand was already broken and wrapped in tape, like a candle flickering in the wind, unable to exert its magic.
Furthermore, the staff core made of unicorn hair was nicknamed "loyal to one master." Although it was in Ron's hands, it still cared about its former master, Charlie. How could it be willing to obey his commands and use its full power?
As the saying goes, "A skilled craftsman must first have the right tools." It was only after Ron changed to a more suitable wand in Diagon Alley that he was able to unleash his full magical power without any hindrance, revealing his heroic nature.
When the little elves around saw their companion being captured, they immediately erupted in chaos, squeaking and yelling as they rushed over.
Ron cast several more fire spells to burn it, but these little elves slipped into the oil, swift as lightning. With a flap of their wings and a quick turn, they all dodged and pounced on him.
These blue ghosts came in a dark mass, but Ron remained calm and unhurried. He simply tucked his wand into his waistband, clenched his fist, and charged forward.
But with a few muffled thuds, the little elf was like a rotten peach hitting a hammer, or a chicken egg smashing a hard rock. Like a kite with a broken string, it flew backward and rolled on the ground.
Seeing his extraordinary abilities, Harry also wanted to compose a poem in praise, which was:
His fists were like shooting stars chasing the bright moon, and his body was like an iron tower with thick beard.
Even with a thousand wings, the elves could not withstand Ron's overwhelming strength.
Ron punched and kicked with great force, and Hermione, not wanting to be outdone, also rallied her spirits.
With a light touch of her toes, she moved like a startled swan skimming the water, flipping over desks as if walking on flat ground; with a twist of her slender waist, she moved like a dragon soaring through the forest, disappearing from chairs and benches in an instant. These little sprites swarmed like bees, yet they couldn't even touch a hem of her clothes. She was truly as graceful as a startled swan and as lithe as a dragon in flight.
Hermione dodged left and right, occasionally tapping her wand, her spells hitting their mark. Even the formidable Hua Rong would have to admit defeat in her presence.
Three or five cunning little elves seized an opportunity to pounce and bite Hermione's arm. With a flick of her wrist, her wand, like a viper's tongue, gouged out their eyes, stabbed their throats, and struck their groins. In an instant, they all fell to the ground, howling in pain.
Within half an incense stick's time, all the little sprites in the classroom had been captured.
Harry, thoroughly entertained, clapped and cheered, "Great! My sister and brother are truly skilled; they've given me a real treat!"
Ron wiped his sweat and laughed, "Come on, Harry, even if Hermione and I teamed up during the summer holidays, we still couldn't beat you."
Hermione remarked, "That's right, Harry's stamina seems inexhaustible."
The three of them continued chatting and laughing, making Draco's teeth itch with hatred. He felt as if the black notebook in his robes was a hot potato.
It turns out that Draco stayed behind only because he was ordered by his father to frame the Weasleys for the dark magic item.
But Harry's tiger-like eyes were fixed on him, leaving him at a loss for what to do.
Just then, the classroom door opened, and Lockhart burst in. Seeing that all the elves in the classroom were locked in cages, he exclaimed with delight:
"Excellent, young wizards! I knew I hadn't misjudged you!"
"Each of you four adds ten points to your college!"
Upon seeing Lockhart, Harry's smile vanished, and his doubts began to surface.
This fellow writes excellent articles and is quite the know-it-all. He's seen it all and has a reputation for being capable, so why can't he handle these little devils?
He leaned on the knife, staring intently at it; the gleaming blade filled Lockhart with unease.
"What's wrong, Harry? Is there something on my face?"
"Why did the professor only teach me a few ways to subdue these little sprites, while he himself slipped away without a trace?"
Lockhart had his own plan in mind. Seeing Harry's doubt, he pretended to be serious and said, "Oh, Harry, you know, I deal with these elves as easily as I dealt with the Yetis in the Himalayas."
"But I was worried about you little wizards at the time, and as a result, my wand was stolen by accident."
"You should understand that a wizard can't do anything without his wand."
Ron listened, then just touched the two muscles on his chest, pursed his lips, and didn't believe Lockhart's words.
Harry nodded slowly, sheathing his knife. "Indeed, even horses stumble, and people make mistakes. This matter cannot be blamed on the professor."
"You're right, Harry, that's exactly it."
Lockhart then used a lot of sweet talk to fool Harry and the others, finally letting out a sigh of relief.
Three or five days passed, and Hogwarts was peaceful and tranquil.
The first-year wizard named Colin admired Harry, but would come over to chat with him whenever he had free time.
It was noon when Harry and his two companions had just taken their seats, and Colin rushed over.
"Harry, are you out of class? How was your day? Did you deal with those Slytherins again?"
Ron shuddered when he saw Colin and said to Hermione, "Why is he here again? He wasn't even as tall as my sister when she was bothering Harry."
"All I can say is, Ron, there will be more and more people like Colin in the future."
As the group was chatting, a sudden commotion erupted from the Slytherin area, with people exclaiming in surprise.
"What's that? A roaring letter?!"
"Whose is this—Draco? You received a roaring message?!"