Glory To Slytherin

"Armor for body protection!"

Ulysses felt bad before Hermione screamed.

He turned around, and the whistling fist wind blew his ears. A tightly clenched fist grew bigger and bigger in Ulysses’s sight. In a hurry, Ulysses had no time to lift his wand while his mouth was high. call.

"Boom!"

A light yellow barrier appeared out of thin air on Ulysses, and the pattern of armor could be seen faintly on it.

Ulysses remained motionless, and after he took the punch, it was like a spring breeze, and the owner of the fist was not so lucky.

That punch was full of malice, as if it was about to knock Ulysses off the bridge of the nose abruptly. As a result, the reaction force received can be imagined. The Weasleys involuntarily took a breath of cold air, not daring to imagine that fist. What would happen to the owner if he were the owner.

Neville Longbottom's round face was as red as a monkey's ass, and his expression was distorted by the severe pain, and looked a little hideous.

He covered his right hand with his left hand, took a deep breath to relieve the pain, and then stretched out his left hand to prepare for another punch.

Ulysses's unattractive face was even more indifferent, how could he let such a hasty situation happen again after he was prepared.

He raised his wand and pointed it at Neville Longbottom. He just wanted to use the curse, but after thinking about it, he said:

"Relax!"

The wand spit out a soft beam of light, and Neville Longbottom was like a deflated ball, only feeling sluggish all over, and the strength of his body was absorbed by the beam.

He sank into the field, glaring at Ulysses. Hermione and Harry rushed to help him up, and stood worryingly opposite Ulysses.

"If you can't give me a reasonable explanation, I don't think today's things will end so easily."

Ulysses held his wand and looked at Neville Longbottom, his eyelids drooping.

"Sorry, Neville is more reckless..."

Hermione bit her scalp, timidly preparing to explain, only to hear Neville Longbottom waving his fists and shouting angrily:

"Lestrange! Damn you! Damn you all!"

"Navi!"

Hermione was anxious, staring at Ulysses' wand, for fear that a terrible spell would come out of it in the next second.

She didn't know the strength of the good-looking wizard opposite, but from the iron armor curse, she could understand that this was definitely not something they could deal with.

You must know that even part of the Auror is not proficient in the Iron Armor Curse!

Arthur Weasley ignored the injury on his face, took out his wand and ran over, shielding them behind him, looking at Ulysses with alert and guilt.

Ulysses stood there, expressionless on his face, his thoughts rolled over in his mind, and finally remembered the reason.

After so long, his plot of the original "Harry Potter" has been a bit vague. It took a long time to remember that Neville Longbottom’s parents had been brutally tortured by the heart-piercing curse imposed by the Death Eaters. Unconscious and stayed at the Magic Hospital of St. Mungo for several years.

And the starter... seems to be Ulysses's unmasked distant relatives, Rodolphs Lestrange and Bellatrix Lestrange. Now they should be enjoying a single luxury suite in Azkaban.

It seemed that Neville Longbottom was forgiven for doing something at him.

Ulysses fell silent. He could understand Neville Longbottom’s behavior, but he could not accept it.

If he had no magic, he might have to lie down in the hospital for ten and a half days with a punch.

And... the incident had nothing to do with him.

People's sorrows and joys are not the same. Ulysses may sympathize with Neville because of what happened to him, but it does not mean that he can attack him without being indifferent.

To put it bluntly, if the disaster did not happen to you, you would not be able to experience the person’s emotions firsthand.

"Merlin is here! What happened!"

When the scene was silent for a while, a short and chubby middle-aged red-haired woman and an old lady squeezed into the crowd. After seeing the scene before her, Mrs. Weasley yelled loudly, and the old lady walked quickly. Run to Neville Longbottom's side, squat down to check for his injuries.

Ulysses looked at the old lady indifferently. After listening to Neville Longbottom’s narration, the latter's face became more and more gloomy, and finally slowly said:

"Young man, what is your relationship with Lestrange?"

The voice was hoarse and low.

Augusta Longbottom, the grandmother of Neville Longbottom, dressed in a green robe and a fox fur scarf, with a specimen of eagle on top of the tall hat, holding a large red leather bag, and The other hand was slowly pulling out the wand.

Looking at the posture, it seems that if you don't agree, you will fight.

Her eyes were as quiet as a cold pool, and there seemed to be an invisible whirlpool in it to fascinate people.

"I am Ulysses Lestrange, from France, and I am only distant relatives of the Lestrange family in England, I have never been masked."

There was no ripple in Ulysses' azure eyes. Seeing Augusta Longbottom could attack at any time, his vigilance quietly increased, and he said slowly.

It is really not a wise choice to start rashly without knowing the strength of the old lady.

Among other things, just two experiences of the Dark Lord's turmoil can easily detect that the old lady is not a simple character.

Augusta Longbottom looked at Ulysses blankly. When Ulysses frowned, the wand in his hand was slowly lowered, and his head was lowered, and he said hoarsely:

"In that case, my incompetent grandson offended, and I apologize to you on his behalf."

"grandmother--"

Neville's fist was still hot and painful, and he couldn't imagine that the always strong grandma would be subdued, but was stopped by a stern look from Augusta Longbottom, and then bowed slightly towards Ulysses, carrying Neville left Lihen Bookstore.

Ulysses stood there, and had no plans to pursue it anymore. Augusta Longbottom was indeed not a fuel-efficient lamp, and Ulysses almost didn't react to his unpredictable contemplation.

Fortunately, the practice of Occlumency in the past few years hasn't been delayed, and it will operate on its own as soon as the invasion is discovered, making her return without success.

Holding the cauldron, he handed the youngest red-haired girl, Ginny, to the youngest red-haired girl in the Weasley’s suspicious gaze.

"Thanks, thank you..."

Ginny took the crucible at a loss and said embarrassedly.

"You are welcome."

Ulysses smiled and glanced at the book in the cauldron without a trace.

He had left an undetectable mark on that book, no matter where it was, Ulysses could clearly know it.

"Anyway, Neville did something wrong this time. I hope you can forgive him."

Harry Potter walked over quietly and stood in front of Ginny. The look at Ulysses wasn't hostile, but it wasn't that friendly either.

"Never mind this time. But since you are friends, you have to tell him that if there is another time, then he will be in trouble."

Ulysses smiled disapprovingly, and leaving a mark on the book made him feel good and lost interest in staying here.

He turned and walked out of the crowd and disappeared.

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