"My aunt, Amelia Burns, is very disgusted by the undead creatures … She objected to me coming here to study." Susan shook her head and muttered in annoyance, causing the blonde braid trailing behind her back to shake violently. "Professor Harris didn't take back those items. He asked us to keep the protective robe, the textbook, and the training wand. But just like the others … How can we continue to use them?"
Susan's voice was very low. The Hufflepuff little witch, Hannah, who also had a rosy face but two braids, had no choice but to help her friend, "Jenny, don't blame her. She has no choice. Her aunt, Amelia Burns, heard from the newspaper that we're learning necromancy. Other than writing letters to the school to complain, she also sent an owl to send a letter almost every day asking her to withdraw from the ancient magic class."
"I think if I don't agree, I'm afraid she'll mail me a howling letter." Susan said weakly, "She was somewhat opposed when we were teaching black magic. But because the wizard world is not peaceful, she was almost attacked by the Death Eaters last summer. Fortunately, the Aura came in time … So she finally acquiesced. After that, Professor Harris' speech in the Ravenclaw Temple also made her disapprove … You know …"
"I've seen your aunt in the newspaper. She's the one who almost became the director of the Magical Law Enforcement Department, right? Broad body, square chin. Gray short hair, a pair of monocle, and the expression on her face is intimidating … "Freig seemed to feel a little impolite after he finished speaking, so he quickly changed the topic," When I first entered the school, my sister thought I could resurrect skeletons like the wizards in horror stories. She was very disappointed when I said no … I'll have to scare her when I go back this time. "
"That's not strange at all. Susan's uncle, Edgar Burns, is one of the founders of the Order of the Phoenix. At the beginning of the first war, the Burns family was the mainstay of the resistance against Lord Voldemort until Susan's grandparents, uncles, aunts, and cousins were all eaten to death …" Harry recited the story of the Burns family that Sirius had told him as if he was reciting from a book. When he realized that he had said it in front of Susan, he quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Susan …"
"It's okay, Harry." Susan squeezed out a smile and comforted Harry, "I can understand how you feel when you're Harry Potter. When people mentioned the victims, we became the focus of attention in the corridor …"
"I'm sorry, Susan. He usually spends too much time with me, Ron, so he's influenced by my brother when he speaks …" Jenny comforted Susan.
"Actually, I don't like necromancy too …" Susan's finger touched the little skeleton on the table. The little thing immediately swayed and turned, making her feel that the round skeleton in front of her was kind of cute. "But Jenny, yours isn't scary."
"Hmm, maybe it'll be cuter if I color it like Harry said …" Jenny stared at her plush skeleton for a while before she waved to the others and pulled Harry over. "See you later. Harry and I will go back to the common room to color Arnold. You guys continue with your practice."
A while after Harry and Jenny left, Freeg heard a commotion in the field. He turned around and saw that it was Slytherin's Milleson Bast who had successfully summoned a tattered skeleton wielding a rusty longsword out of thin air.
This caused quite a number of young Magi to gather around. This skinny skeleton appeared out of thin air and landed in the middle of the crowd. It twisted its neck stiffly, and its empty eye sockets seemed to be looking for a target to attack. It raised the rusty longsword in its hand high up. The surrounding Magi could not help but exclaim in surprise. They subconsciously stepped back and made space in the middle.
Looking at the faces of the people around him, Milleson, who was tall, strong, and stocky, jutted his fat chin forward triumphantly.
"Milleson, he looks a bit small. Let me try to make him a bit bigger," a female Slythrin wearing an ordinary school uniform standing next to Milleson said.
"Go ahead, Daphne." Milleson moved his sturdy body away and made an inviting gesture with his hand.
This Slytherin Witch was Daphne Gringlass. She was from the ancient pure-blooded Gringlass family. Her curly brown hair was combed to the back of her head, revealing her smooth forehead. She walked out with her back straight, her steps light and graceful. (Author's note: In the movie Harry Potter Seven and the Deathly Hallows, Daphne's sister, Astoria, and Draco pass by when they send their son, Skopy Malfoy, to school. She was played by the girlfriend of the actor who played Malfoy at that time.)
Daphne quickly drew her wand from her waist and pointed at the skeleton in the middle of the field. "Make him bigger!"
Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the skeleton successfully doubled in size. However, it seemed to be enraged. Its bony jaws opened and closed, and flames flashed in its empty eye sockets. It raised the huge, rusty sword in its hands and swung it at Susan Burns, who was standing next to it.
"Ah … I can't control it!" Milleson's gruff voice rang out as the wizards around her gasped in surprise. She deliberately screamed and waved her wand, shaking her sturdy body.
The sound of shutters clicking sounded again. Theodore Nott took pictures of the scene of the skeletons injuring people and the frightened expressions of the wizards around him. He stretched his neck and excitedly looked for all kinds of angles to take pictures. His arm that was holding the camera, his neck that was slightly tilted forward, and his wide eyes made him look even more like a praying mantis.
Caught off guard, Susan Burns was slashed by the long sword. The wound on her back was so deep that her bones could be seen. Blood gushed out and dyed her back red in an instant.
Seeing that Susan had been slashed by the skeleton he summoned, Milleson reached out his wand and cast an anti-summoning spell on the skeleton before the other wizards could. The skeleton shattered into a pile of bones and fell to the ground. Milleson pretended to be loud and said, "I'm sorry, Susan, but I'm sorry, but I'm sorry, Susan, I'm sorry, but I'm sorry!" I was too panicked and forgot! "
Ellen walked out of a shadow, ignoring Milleson, who had just been complacent and could not help but shrink when he saw him. He walked straight to Susan Burns, who was lying on the ground.
"There's a lot of rust on that sword. Susan, hang in there. The treatment might take a little longer than usual." Allen bent down, his palm hanging above Susan's wound. The wound moved slowly with Allen's palm, and the rust was sucked out with his movements. The cleaned wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Professor Mag!"
"Out of the way. What's going on?" Professor Mag, the president of Gryffindor College, jogged over from the lawn.
Professor Mag saw Allen treating Susan as soon as he arrived. He didn't want to disturb him. Instead, he looked at the wizards who were watching and saw Flague standing in the front. "Mr. Brown, please tell me what's going on."
Under the gaze of his dean, Freeg braced himself and walked out. He recounted what happened just now. However, Freeg did not stop there. He said with a serious face, "Professor, I suspect that Milleson Bast and Daphne Gringlass worked together to summon undead creatures that went out of control and hurt others!"
"Do you have any proof, Mr. Brown?" Professor Mag pushed his glasses up.
"No … I don't … Professor," Flague said in a low voice. Flague lowered his voice. "But I'm sure it's the work of those pure-blood wizards. They hurt me in the illusion class, and now they want to mess with the ancient magic class."
Milleson sneered. They did do it on purpose. It was a mission given to them by the pure-blood Harris families.
When Susan and Hannah returned to their seats to concentrate on their practice, Milleson looked for the right opportunity to approach Susan Burns. Susan was a member of the Burns family, and she was a mixed-blood herself. She wasn't wearing the magic robe given to her in the ancient magic class, so she was the perfect target.
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