"You're lying, Malfoy!"
Harry tried to keep his tone from sounding like an argument, but the voice that came out was almost a roar.
"I just came from over there, Malfoy, and there's nothing but a water channel over there, you're scaring people!"
If it were usual times, Malfoy might have pulled out his wand and retaliated when treated in such a manner by Potter, but now, he felt nothing but despair and sobbing.
"I saw a corpse with a chain attached to it crawl out of the water..."
After saying this, Malfoy collapsed in front of the archway to the small tomb chamber as if he had used up all his strength, muttering incoherently.
"Brian wants to kill us, Potter, we'll all die..."
"Pure fabrication," Harry bit his teeth and said.
"Mr. Brian is the investigator and professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts sent by the Board of Governors, everything that happens here, Headmaster Dumbledore will know... , Professor Snape is also outside!"
Harry refuted Malfoy's absurd inference, but at least he believed one thing, that perhaps there really was a body like the one he had come across, which he had failed to notice.
"It's that piece of wood..."
After a moment's reflection, Harry understood that the corpse with chains mentioned by Malfoy was likely the 'wood' floating in the middle of the water channel, which had been awakened from its eternal slumber after being stepped on by him.
Now, the situation Harry faced was that both the path ahead and the path behind were blocked by two animated, walking corpses that looked like they might bite. Harry and Malfoy were trapped in the middle, and it would be perhaps only thirty seconds before they had to confront those two corpses head-on. And his only 'ally,' Malfoy, appeared to have no intention of fighting back.
"Damn it!"
Harry rushed to Malfoy's side, dragging him into the small tomb chamber through the archway, the whole time Malfoy didn't make any resistance but only shivered and muttered 'it's over' or similar phrases.
"No, I have to do something..."
The rustling sound and the sound of chains sliding on the ground gradually became clearer, Harry anxious, turning up and down in the small tomb chamber, racking his brains for what kind of resistance he could have.
The best way would be to use two large stones to block the circular archways at both ends of the tomb chamber. Although those undead seemed evil and dangerous, they didn't seem very strong. If he could seal the room, then both he and Malfoy could save their lives!
But, he isn't McGonagall, the Professor of Transfiguration, who can transform a beetle into a teapot with a flick of her wand!
Harry was still thinking, but the two undead would not wait for him to come up with a perfect solution. Soon, they walked around the corner and appeared in Harry's sight, and they were only about thirty feet away from the small room.
"Petraeva!"
As death approached, Harry abandoned his thoughts and let his instinct take over, with no hesitation at all, he cast a spell towards the corpse that was bloated, had a face covered in crisscrossed fine lines, was wearing prison clothes, and had its hands and feet bound with two chains.
This was the first time Harry had seen this spell, he still saw Hermione used it to deal with Neville last year, at that time, Neville turned into a motionless statue for several hours under the influence of this spell, Harry hoped that the Petrificus Totalus he cast could also produce such a perfect effect.
Unfortunately, his spell failed; the undead, petrified by the spell, stumbled with slow steps, but they were not immobilized!
"Disarming!"
Harry tried again on the female undead on the other side. The Disarming Charm was the only useful thing Harry had learned from the duel class taught by Lothar, and it was Snape who had taught him that charm.
A brilliant red light shot out from the tip of Harry's wand, accurately hitting the chest of the undead, and the power of this spell was no ordinary one; it even forced the undead to step back a few steps under the light of the Disarming Charm!
But this was not enough to solve the problem. The female undead regained her balance and advanced towards the small room again.
Two consecutive failures also made Harry feel desperate. Malfoy, leaning against the wall, had closed his eyes, as if quietly waiting for something to bite through his neck.
What should we do!
Great beads of sweat rolled down from Harry's forehead to his red cheeks, looking like boiled lobster, he seemed to believe what Mr. Brian had said last night in the office, power was power, no matter what kind of extreme emotions can't help you get the power to knock down the fear instantly, at most, it can only make you determined to chase power.
"Think of something, Malfoy, what other tricks can we use to stop them from getting closer!"
Harry, who was already in a life-and-death situation, had no time to criticize Malfoy's disappointing performance. He screamed at Malfoy, hoping to get some inspiration.
"We're dead, Potter..."
The two failed spells from Harry seemed to give Malfoy a bit of encouragement. He trembled as he stood up against the wall, his eyes still filled with tears.
"There is no spell that can defeat the undead!"
With the two undead already just ten feet away from both ends of the chamber, Harry's green eyes, after being cleansed by fear, shone with determination again.
"Listen to me, Malfoy, listen carefully to my words, don't ask why, because I don't know the reason myself either!"
After a simple judgment, Harry focused his gaze on the undead that was bound with chains, breathing heavily.
"I will try to trip the chained one with a Stupefy spell. If...if I fail, I will rush out and hit it aside. While it bites my neck, you go through from the side... please, call in Professor Snape before I lose consciousness!"
Malfoy was completely startled, his mouth open and staring at Harry as if he had never seen him before.
Harry didn't give Malfoy a chance to ask questions. After saying those words, he raised his wand, the young face emanating an aura of fearlessness.
"Hold on, Potter... why..."
"It's over, Draco... and you, Potter. You can put down your wand."
Before Malfoy's words were finished, another calm voice echoed in the narrow chamber.
As this voice appeared, the two undead corpses stopped in their tracks as if they received some kind of signal and did not move forward again.
God be my witness, the appearance of Professor Snape had never made Harry as happy as it did now. So excited that he even gave Snape a relieved smile as he emerged from the wall!
And the look on Snape's face towards Harry was unlike any other. He didn't rush to show that cool smile of his; instead, his expression was complex, and the deep, dark eyes revealed a hint of... sadness?
"Professor..."
Harry was scared by Snape's appearance. He raised his head and looked at Snape, asking in a careful voice.
"Have we failed our challenge?"
Snape answered the question with a nasal voice, he took out the happiness potion that he had prepared earlier from his bosom and force-fed it to Harry and Malfoy, watching him drink it.
Under the effect of happiness potion, Harry and Draco's blue-faced skin stopped being so tight.
With the external pressure gone, a wave of fatigue from within swept over them. They were about to fall to the ground, and Snape quickly caught them, supporting them with each arm under his armpit. However, when he lifted Harry, Snape nearly slipped and dropped him to the ground.
"Let's go..."
Finally, Snape glanced at the two undead who had already walked back to their original positions, and directly disappeared through the wall and left...
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