Chapter 386: Bat Monster

Early Sunday morning, Harry came to the library as usual, spread out his stall, and prepared to write homework. Only then did he realize that after entering the sixth grade, the homework in his hands actually became less—perhaps it was also because Sugemi didn't assign homework, and Slughorn allowed members of the Slug Club to only do a part of the advanced content. In short, when he finished the Transfiguration paper, he found that only one paper was left to write.

So, how should the beautiful afternoon time be spent? Harry couldn't help but think. Then, he suddenly thought of a wonderful thing he hadn't done for a long time: visiting Hagrid.

When Harry and Ron walked to the side of Hagrid's hut, a thick dark cloud happened to block the sun, and the temperature suddenly became pleasant. He felt this was a quite good omen.

"Ha!" Before they knocked on the door, they saw Hagrid turning from behind the hut. He was wearing a large printed apron and carrying a bag of potatoes. His large hunting dog Fang was at his feet. Seeing it was Harry, Fang rushed toward him excitedly.

"Do you want to come in for some afternoon tea?" Hagrid said enthusiastically.

"Of course, that's what we came for." Harry walked into his house with a smile, and then he noticed that Hagrid's hut seemed a bit tidier.

"Snape let me be responsible for the lower-grade Magical Creatures class. What a pity, otherwise I would have been able to see you in class again." Hagrid said with some regret, "However, he is not bad as a headmaster, right? I knew Dumbledore wouldn't trust someone for no reason."

"Ah yes," Harry just remembered there was another Magical Creatures class, and he didn't choose it at all, "We all feel that Professor Grills doesn't teach as well as you, so we didn't choose it."

"Right, without Hagrid's Magical Creatures class, I don't want to attend at all." Ron followed immediately.

"Hahaha." Hagrid laughed and filled his huge copper teapot with tea, "Originally I could also open an advanced class. Professor Grills and I agreed that we could teach different directions."

"But it's a pity, I still have other things to do." Hagrid poured tea while bringing a plate of rock cakes, "What's worse is that Aragog is almost not going to make it."

Ron desperately suppressed the corners of his mouth, while Harry said with some comfort: "Is there anything we can do?"

"Sigh, there's nothing to do. The lifespan of a spider is just so much. He has lived for quite a long time." Hagrid said with some melancholy, "It started this summer, he got sick and didn't get better, so I felt something was wrong."

"What a pity, fortunately you can spend more time with him during the last time." Harry said sincerely, although he didn't like that big spider either, he felt that letting Hagrid accompany it would be very good, for both of them.

"Fortunately, I have accompanied him for quite a long time." Hagrid wiped his nose hard on his apron, "When this moment really comes, I feel I can accept it."

This topic was indeed a bit sad. The three of them deliberately avoided it, so they chatted about Professor Grills' teaching philosophy. Harry and Ron belittled him to nothing in front of Hagrid, saying that he was a complete animal abuser, and saying that Grills didn't understand magical creatures at all, so he could only rely on some Auror tricks to fill his boring class, which made Hagrid rub his face uncontrollably.

"Eh, it's a pity I really have other things to do!" Hagrid finally patted the table, "Otherwise, I would still teach you, how good!"

They sat in Hagrid's house for about two hours. When the dusk of evening came, they naturally ended this pleasant afternoon tea. Harry and Ron waved goodbye to Hagrid and prepared to go to the Great Hall for dinner.

"Fortunately Hagrid has private matters." Ron muttered, "I don't want to take another class."

"Yeah, if Hagrid opened a class and we didn't attend, it would be awkward." Harry echoed, but he couldn't help but wonder in his heart, just taking care of an Aragog, does it take up so much of Hagrid's time?

"Watch out!" Ron suddenly exclaimed.

Only then did Harry notice that not far from them, a monster was standing quietly: he was wearing a pair of bright yellow, bat-like huge masks, and the lower end of the mask was also made into the style of fangs, looking very terrifying.

"Is it a Striker again?" Ron took out his driver, then he stopped, "He also has a belt, is this a Knight?"

The bat monster didn't say a word, just looked here twice.

A second later, he opened his stance and rushed toward here. Ron hurriedly inserted the energy bottle to transform, while Harry threw out two Impediment Jinxes, fighting for time for him.

The monster easily broke through the Impediment Jinxes. Fortunately, Ron completed the dressing in time and fought with the opponent with a long sword.

Harry retreated a few steps. He watched the bat monster conjure a large blue knife from nowhere and easily suppressed Ron. A long-lost sense of powerlessness rose in his heart. Harry really hoped that he had already researched spells that could deal with Kamen Riders at this time.

However, another thought surged into his heart. Why couldn't he become a Knight? Asking Zhang Qiu for another belt, this shouldn't be a difficult thing, right? Since these outsiders who don't know where they came from can have a belt, why can't he...

"Who is it?" A huge voice sounded not far away, "Ping-pong-pong, what are you stirring up?"

Hearing Hagrid's voice, Ron's movements paused suddenly, and then he was severely slashed on the shoulder by the bat monster, the blade bringing out a string of sparks on the shoulder armor.

The monster looked here twice again, then he suddenly threw out a handful of blood-red smoke and disappeared immediately.

Hagrid walked over with a lantern and asked in a rough voice: "What's going on?"

"We were attacked again." Harry said concisely, "Ron was also injured."

"What?" Hagrid walked up to check. At this time, Ron had already canceled the transformation. He was holding his left shoulder, his expression very painful.

"I'll take you to Madam Pomfrey." Hagrid picked up Ron immediately. Harry carried the lantern for him, and the three walked toward the castle.

"What's going on?" Hagrid asked while walking, "Who attacked you?"

"Good question." Harry pursed his lips, "He was wearing a mask, I couldn't recognize who it was at all."

Generally speaking, if the attacker was wearing a mask, Harry would definitely suspect whether it was someone he knew, afraid of being recognized. But in the current situation, after putting on the Knight armor, it naturally covered a person's face, which made Harry a bit helpless.

After settling Ron in the hospital wing, Harry walked downstairs in a hurry, preparing to pack some dinner for him. In the Great Hall, he met Zhang Qiu, so the two walked toward the roof together.

"We were attacked." Harry said, "A bat monster, I could see his belt, he should also be a Knight, but I don't know who he is."

"No way?" Zhang Qiu said very surprised, "I do know a Knight who turned into a bat, but logically speaking, he shouldn't appear!"

"Do you know something?" Harry asked immediately.

"No no no, this has no meaning at all. Uncle only developed the Build system, but Night Rogue uses a steam gun, and the steam gun is not Uncle's technology either!" Zhang Qiu was shocked by this news, saying a lot of terms Harry hadn't heard before.

"Smoke, he did release smoke when he ran away." Harry said tentatively, "Is it possible that it is that, um, Night Rogue?"

"Unless someone else made a steam gun by mistake when imitating the Knight System?" Zhang Qiu grabbed her hair, "It's not impossible. After all, there are only a few approximate solutions to a problem..."

Their conversation stopped at the door of Ron's ward. The two tacitly stopped analyzing the attacker's identity and turned to appease Ron's emotions first.

"It's terrible, fortunately the Knight armor is hard enough." Ron said with lingering fear, "I almost thought he was going to split me in half."

"Battles between Knights look very dangerous, but they are not that scary actually," Zhang Qiu comforted, "The worst case is that the Knight armor is beaten apart and the transformation is canceled. As long as you are in the transformation state, there will be no real life danger."

"According to this, I should also learn the means of the bat monster to release smoke." Ron said with some dissatisfaction, "This way even if I lose the fight, I can still save my life?"

"Battles are dangerous in the first place." Harry sighed, "We still have to be careful later. If it doesn't work, we will ask for help. Losing face is better than losing life."

"Ask for help? From whom?" Ron frowned.

"Draco, of course. Judging from various performances, he should also have the ability to transform into a Kamen Rider." Harry said this deliberately.

"So annoying." Ron said.

"However, if it really can't be resisted, we can only do so." Zhang Qiu said bitterly, "The enemy we are facing now is very likely an adult from the US or the Soviet Union, or even a special forces soldier who is proficient in fighting. This is really too difficult for Ron."

No, Harry frowned. Can't you two think of getting me a belt? Zhang Qiu couldn't think of it, and Ron couldn't think of it either. He simply doubted whether the two people in front of him regarded him as a friend.

"Fortunately, my injury is just ordinary, not heavy." Ron opened his mouth again, "Madam Pomfrey said it will be better in one night. I think if it really doesn't work, I will really have to talk to Draco tomorrow."

"Right, I just thought of it, you can use the Phoenix." Zhang Qiu suggested, "For one, you can notify the other party, and for another, if other members of Dumbledore's Army arrive, it will also play some help."

Harry felt he couldn't take it anymore; keeping it bottled up in front of his two good friends was extremely painful for him. Finally, he couldn't help but say: "Um, Zhang Qiu, could you get a belt for me too?"