Daily News: The Prophet of Hogwarts

Chapter 47 Three-Headed Dog Carnival Night

Vio saw that Percy's expression had become even more unpleasant, and considering their friendship, he changed the subject: "Besides, Percy, even if the headmaster was joking with us, do you think a first-year wizard would specifically come all the way here?"

"Of course not... No way. What do you mean?" Percy said, realizing the implication.

"If my tracking magic hasn't failed me, then Mr. Ron Weasley is right behind this door," Vio said. "What could possibly have led our Mr. Weasley straight here after luring Filch here?"

"Could they be lost?"

Halfway through hearing this, Percy, unwilling to accept it all, darted forward to push open the door.

Even though Ron is thinking of betraying his brother and abandoning his friends, he knows that Percy is a good brother now and can't give up on his brother who is going down a wrong path.

At that moment, three terrifying roars came from behind the door. A red-haired man pulled open the door from inside the house, frantically looking back as if some terrifying creature was chasing after him.

Boom!

Ron and Percy, who had lost a shoe, collided head-on and both fell to the ground. Percy's wand flew out of his pocket, and he also crashed heavily to the ground.

The most likely reason Percy was injured tonight was that he was hit by Vio.

But now, after calculating the damage to Percy, Ron got the MVP, and Vio was just an easy win!

On the other side, something also fell out of MVP Ron's body.

The sound is like that of a coin.

When Ron heard the coin fall to the ground, he didn't even have time to get up. He crawled on the ground and bounced towards the coin, ignoring the friction between his joints and the ground, trying to hold the coin firmly in his hand.

Seeing this, Harry thought of Ron's financial straits on the Hogwarts Express and wondered if he should lend some money to Percy so that Percy could give it to Ron.

Malfoy moved closer and saw that what had fallen to the ground was a Galleon, rolling towards him. He said sarcastically, "Good heavens, the Weasleys actually gave you a Galleon? Shouldn't Galleons be given to someone who needs them more?!"

"And another thing, you haven't apologized yet for insulting the Malfoy family!"

"Remember to apologize to me tomorrow, and I'll pay you ten Galleons."

With that, he kicked Galon, who had rolled to his feet, with all his might, and kicked him precisely into the open door.

"Malfoy!" Ron on the ground suddenly let out a heart-wrenching cry, struggled to his feet, and frantically attacked Malfoy.

Use your fists, your feet, your teeth, and your fingernails.

His face was a mixture of tears, snot, and dirt, his features contorted with anger and fear, and his entire being exuded an aura of wanting to kill Malfoy. The combination of these three elements made him appear exceptionally horrifying.

"Are you crazy!" Malfoy stumbled backward, only to be grabbed by Ron, turning them into a tangled mess. "Filch's coming up soon! Let go! I'll pay you ten Galleons tomorrow! A hundred Galleons!"

Ron just kept crying and screaming, and kept biting Malfoy.

Percy and the others rushed to pull the two apart, but even with Percy, George, and Fred working together, they couldn't subdue the berserk Ron.

Such commotion naturally attracted the attention of Filch on the third floor.

Then, the sound of someone rushing up the stairs came from the other side.

Vio knew Filch would arrive soon, but remained unmoved: "I didn't harm him because Ryan has great respect for the faculty. But that doesn't mean I'd risk my life to save someone insignificant, don't you think?"

"Vio...senior," Harry's Privet Drive accent was almost turning into Quirrell's, "This thing...looks...not easy to mess with!"

"This should be... this should be Cerberus, the guardian of Hell in folklore..." Hermione took a deep breath, telling herself to stay calm. Vio was powerful and would surely be able to solve the problem.

The people wrestling on the ground couldn't see what was behind them.

They couldn't see it, of course, but behind the open gate, a huge three-headed dog slowly walked in, as if confronting Vio, or perhaps searching for the prey's weakness before hunting.

Vio reassured the two first-year wizards, "Don't worry, I've seen a lot over the years, and there have been more dangerous situations than this."

Harry and Hermione nodded, whether it was because Vio's words put their worries at ease or because their bodies were so stiff that they could only move their heads up and down.

As the three were talking, Filch entered the fourth floor and saw a group of young wizards on the ground, while three other students were looking at an open door.

"You can't escape! You violated school rules by using feces bombs on the administrators! You will definitely be expelled! I will persuade the principal, and you'll be waiting for whips and shackles!" He laughed maliciously as he approached the students he considered trapped.

He stared intently at his "trophies," not even blinking, as he walked to the front door, turning his back to the entrance and facing the crowd.

The group of wizards on the ground remained unmoved; Ron seemed determined to perish together with Malfoy.

Harry and Hermione's eyes were filled with sorrow.

Vio held his breath, waiting for an opportunity to strike. He believed that even if the Cerberus was old, it would still choose to attack if a piece of fresh flesh was in front of it.

That's when it will reveal its flaws.

Otherwise, while he might have some tricks up his sleeve to defeat a Cerberus capable of rivaling a full-fledged Auror, there was absolutely no way he could protect the Adventurers' Club's young wizard from it...

"I'm still too weak, I have no power..." Vio chuckled self-deprecatingly.

He had many questions, such as: why was this three-headed dog here, was it Hagrid's pet? Why could this three-headed dog move freely? What was Ron doing when he came in...?

But for now, let's get those who deserve help back safely.

Just as Filch was about to speak, he suddenly smelled a foul, fishy odor.

This must be another prank by those two red-haired brats!

He thought angrily, turned around, and intended to rebuke them in a very loud voice.

"Ugh... bang..." Felchka's rebuke in his throat turned into a pig's squeal in extreme horror.

At that moment, the three-headed dog opened its three blood-red mouths and bit down hard, the sticky liquid from its teeth dripping onto Filch first.

A good opportunity... Vio aimed at the depths of Cerberus's throat and used the Freeze Charm three times in succession.

The Freeze Spell was one of Vio's most proficient spells, partly because he wanted to stuff ice into Cerberus's mouth.

When invaded by a foreign object, this creature will immediately try to get rid of it, and freezing it can also slow down the Cerberus's head movement. That's when he has the chance to pull the person away and go find the professor again.

Brush brush.

Vio was very skilled, and his spell hit Cerberus precisely.

"Awoo... Awoo... Awooooo..."

The three-shot spell brought a chill deep into the throat, causing the three heads of the three-headed dog to make strange noises.

The three-headed dog had six eyes, each of which became clear. It smacked its lips and moved its still-frozen throat.

The commotion of the man and dog fighting, along with Filch's screams, alerted a group of wizards on the ground to the large creature behind them.

This time it wasn't like facing Filch. Even Ron, who was in a fit of rage, got up from the ground and hid to the side.

Percy picked up his wand from the ground, pondering what magic to use to help.

As George and Fred backed away, they discussed, "What do we do?"

"The joke products I was carrying are useless now; this Cerberus isn't Filch."

Fred suddenly had a flash of inspiration, his eyes lighting up: "Oh, George, you're saying, isn't a Cerberus a dog?"

As he spoke, he pulled the last dung bomb from his pocket.

George looked at him, at the dung bomb in his hand, and nodded frantically, unable to suppress the urge to smile.