HP: The Magical Gamer [Chapter 126: Scared... Miss Greengrass?! ] (Patreon)

"It might be, but I don't think so. That prefect who gave me this parchment had always been neutral. He doesn't participate in inconsequential squabbles. He has better things to do." Saying that, she turned around and went out again.

Professor Snape's office was in his classroom. It was near their dormitory, but just a bit deeper into the dungeon.

She narrowed her eyes when she didn't find a single student in the hallway. Normally, few Slytherin students were out and about in this passage, going to and fro from the entrance. And it wasn't that late, maybe only 10 pm. Her suspicions rising, she took out her wand and held it at her side.

She instinctively ducked and then rolled away. Spellfire raining down where she had stood earlier.

Six students appeared with silver masks stuck to their faces. Three from the far corridor and three from behind her, trapping her from both sides, cutting her escape routes.

She sighed before letting out an unamused chuckle. "A trap. I see. What is the purpose of this confrontation if I may ask?"

The six students steadily surrounded her from both sides. They weren't wearing anything conspicuous (other than their masks) which could help her in identifying them. She didn't even know if they were only older Slytherins or a mixed group of different houses.

A lone boy stepped forward and pointed his wand at her. His voice too was unidentifiable, coming out hoarse and unnatural. "Nothing personal, Miss Greengrass. Just business. We are hired to ruin you. Both in body and in mind. Our client has specifically asked us to spoil your womanhood, but not to kill you so you can live the rest of your life in shame and despair. Rejoice, you won't die tonight. Although, you would wish you had."

His companions laughed at that. Daphne frowned, not finding anything funny in that.

"Are you scared, Miss Greengrass?" The leader asked, rolling his wand between his fingers.

"Not in the least. Professor Snape's office is just at the end of the corridor. He will come when he hears all this commotion." Daphne replied with a blank face, not that she needed the Professor's help to hold off these stupid boys.

"You should be frightened, girl. There is no hope. Professor Snape isn't in the dungeon tonight. We have chosen our spot cleverly. Why don't you strip already and save us some effort?" The boy warned and waved his other hand. Immediately, not waiting for her answer, the whole group fired stunning spells on and around her.

Daphne was skillful. And way more powerful than an average second year. But escaping six spells at once was hard, even for her.

Yet, she did.

She jumped to the side, missing two of them and hastily conjured a shield, "Protego!"

Three stunning spells were nullified by her shield. The loud gong ringing loudly in the narrow corridor. Still, the massive force of the three spells sent her skidding back, right in the path of the last stunning spell.

Her eyes widened in horror as the spell hit her right on the shoulder, and she imagined all the dreadful things these fiends could do to her if she lost consciousness. And yet, it did nothing. She wasn't the only one who was surprised by it. Her assailants too looked at her with confused looks.

Though the imperceptible vibration of the silver necklace gave her the answer to this mysterious question.

The necklace saved her. Harry saved her. She decided to give him the warmest and longest hug when she gets out of this trouble. She might even kiss him.

Shaking her head of those temptingly distracting thoughts, she opted to use her last resort.

As Daphne prepared to use her strongest ability, taking a second to breathe in, a devastating red spell was shot towards her.

"Crucio!"

She froze in the process of using her charmspeak. She hadn't even thought that they would use this spell on her.

Fortunately, the necklace did its magic again and absorbed the unforgivable, leaving no trace of it behind.

"What the fuck just happened?" The one who had fired the Cruciatus Curse yelled. Before anyone could answer. A new sound took their attention.

"Meow."

Both the sides snapped their heads towards the newcomer.

A black Burmese cat prowled towards them from the far side. Its bright slitted emerald eyes gleaming menacingly.

Daphne was dumbfounded. This was the perfect opportunity to use her charmspeak, but here she was, staring at the beautiful black cat whose eyes so reminded her of Harry.

"What the bloody hell!" Gasped another boy when the space where the cat earlier was became a mass of whirls and blurs and shadows.

A second later, there stood a figure clad in all white, who had a plain red mask hiding its face. Who couldn't have been anything other than a kid, at least that's what they assumed seeing its height and build. 

Only it's emerald green eyes were visible which glowed eerily from within the gaping holes of the mask.

"Go." Its voice was directed at her. And she did, not having the power to deny its command.

She ran away, glancing back one last time.

The Red Grim was here.

The Red Grim was here in the Wizarding Britain.

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Harry took out his Black Sword and moved. A moment later, he stood on the other side of the corridor. He swished his blade, cleaning off the dripping blood and stored it back in the Inventory. He turned around to see the five cleanly decapitated heads falling simultaneously on the floor with dull thuds.

The only remaining boy, the leader, stared at the helplessly spasming bodies of his colleagues in horror. He hadn't ever seen so much blood before. There was red on the walls, there was red on the floor, there was red everywhere.

He was standing on the dry stony ground, but the floor was rapidly getting overtaken by the expanding pool of blood. It was a matter of seconds before his slain friends' blood surrounded him.

"Now tell me everything." The killer ordered, the very shadows clinging to his pure white clothes. He stifled the need to jump away from the writhing shadows and spilled the beans, hoping to survive the devil's wrath.