There's something wrong with this Hogwarts

Chapter 39 Sorry to say
Ravenclaw and Gryffindor fighting hard against the stone pier, colorful spells are cast, and the sound and light effects are great.

Slytherin and Hufflepuff tried hard to look at each other, killing each other with their eyes, the atmosphere was extremely awkward, and the air seemed to freeze.

"Ahem, let me be fair." Mark said, "It's useless for you to bring Shidun home!"

"This is Hogwarts' property, who dares to take it out? Aren't you afraid that Hogwarts will trouble you?"

"We're not stupid, of course we hide it in the basement, and appreciate it silently by ourselves." Daniel said, and he looked at Brother Frey opposite him mockingly: "Let's put it at the door of the house? Bullshit Glass?"

"You are seeking your own death!"

Mark was furious, and dared to discuss how to deal with the Hogwarts property in front of him. He decided to hold a meeting with Professor Sprout when he got back.

It is imperative to improve the average quality of little Hufflepuff wizards. Contemporary wizards should develop morality, intelligence, physique, beauty and labor in an all-round way, and become new wizards with four qualities: morality, culture, future and ideals.

In order to achieve this goal, all Hufflepuffs must watch two hours a day to learn... the Daily Prophet, and write down their reflections on the parchment that fills twenty inches, with a font smaller than five point.

Whoever does not write will not be allowed to graduate!

In the future, I can only be a black wizard who everyone shouts and beats!

The Ministry of Magic, St. Mungo's, Diagon Alley, Hogsmeade, any formal institution will not accept it!

"Hiding? Well said!" Mark said, "It's a good idea, but there are about a hundred people present, and there are too many people talking. Why do you hide it?"

Daniel Abba.

It seems to make sense.

The Frey brothers sneered at him. Obviously, if they were reported, it would definitely be the Frey brothers.

"Can't we be perfect for each other? If you don't report me and I don't report you, everyone will have a bright future?" Daniel still wanted to struggle.

Cassandra stomped her feet.

Colby jumped out immediately.

"The stone pier is precious, but the price of God of War is even higher. If it is for Sister Ka, both can be thrown away."

Brother stood up and opened the book, what can Fischer do?
He gritted his teeth and turned his head.

"Don't worry about scarcity but unevenness. There are more than a hundred people and more than 30 stone piers. It is impossible to satisfy everyone anyway."

"As long as one person reports it, we are finished."

Fischer covered his face with his hands, Farewell, my youth.

Goodbye, my Voltron.

Well, maybe this is just a coincidence.

Daniel let out a sigh, and raised his wand.

"Lightning Storm!"

Since I can't get it, I will destroy it.

The leader made a move, and the little Hufflepuff wizards did not hesitate to cast lightning storms one after another.

Hundreds of bolts of lightning roared and fell on the stone pier, causing the paint of the Light Energy Messenger to fall off, the Wave Messenger to break his leg, and the Storm Messenger's bow to break.

The Dragon Gods were missing arms and legs, and King Kong's head was blown off, but they still stood tall, waving their long swords.

"Show them what a real fit is!" Cassandra said.

Of the four houses, Slytherin is the most united.

Wizards can make their truest friends here, but treacherous ones will stop at nothing to achieve their goals.

"Water dungeon!"

A wizard casts the water dungeon, a powerful form of white magic created by Dumbledore.

Dumbledore has been the librarian since he was seized by Mark.

Dumbledore was deeply worried about the fact that there were too many students learning black magic in the school. He had no choice but to teach the students many white magics he had created.

The water prison technique will form a huge waterspout, sweeping in all the hostile targets it touches, blocking their actions.

And the wizard controls the whereabouts of the waterspout.

If Mark hadn't messed up, Dumbledore and Voldemort's final confrontation at the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic would make this magic known to the world in the future.

It is as powerful as Voldemort trapped in a dungeon, and it is difficult to escape, let alone a few stone piers?
The Slytherins used the water prison to gather the stone pillars as much as possible.

"Quickly imprisoned!"

As soon as the group restraint came out, the stone pier opened its teeth and claws, and its feet were nailed to the ground like nails, unable to move.

"Burning flames!"

Countless flames rose up, and the stone pier was bound and there was no way to avoid it.

The most practical group spells are flaming flames. Other group attacks, such as God's Shadowless, Thunderbolt Explosion, and Clear Water Like a Spring, are not suitable for the current situation.

"Freezing Curse!"

The stone pier was burnt red, adding a large number of freezing spells was the ultimate ultimate move.

The stones will become extremely brittle when heated and then cooled. The Slytherins burnt with fire and frozen rapidly, making the strong bodies of the stone piers weak, and easily mended their bodies to pieces.

Crash.

The stone piers were smashed to pieces.

"Do you understand what cooperation is?" Marcus Flint of Slytherin College approached Wood and said in a low voice, "Friend, learn a lesson, and you won't be charged tuition."

"Honestly, what Gryffindor did just now was terrible."

"Did you hear that? The black wizards say you are a mob."

He is the captain of Slytherin Quidditch, and Wood is the captain of Gryffindor Quidditch, and the two have many conflicts.

"Marcus, the dark wizard is obviously talking about you!" If it weren't for the fact that the dark wizard was not far away, Wood would have wanted to growl. This big man has a bad temper.

"There is still internal strife in the middle of the war, making the black wizard a joke!"

Marcus shrugged.

"All right, all right, what you said is right, not only did we have internal strife, but it took tens of seconds to eliminate Shidun, which is worth laughing at."

"It's not like the noble Gryffindor, who fought against the stone pier for a few minutes and peeled off a lot of stone skin. It's gratifying and worthy of encouragement!"

These words are too yin and yang, if it is not for the fact that there is a dark wizard next to him, Wood really wants to punch him.

"Living people, don't keep talking about the underworld!"

Quirrell and Lucius swallowed their saliva. The powerful and rampant Stone Pier Legion just now was wiped out in just a few tens of seconds under the cooperation of dozens of black wizards?

This is too great!
Quirrell sighed with emotion: "I'm afraid it is almost the same as the elite Death Eater army that the master had ten years ago!"

Lucius: "Actually, it's far from it."

"What?" Quirrell was shocked: "Such a good performance, far from the Death Eaters Legion?"

"When the master is at his peak, how powerful are his subordinates!"

"As expected of the master, it makes people fascinated!"

Lucius: "..."

I want to say that the Death Eater Legion is far worse than the Dark Wizard, why are you misunderstood.

Stepping over the stone fragments on the ground, the wizards stepped into Yuheng star.

Once entering Yuheng Xing, everyone felt the heat.

The thousand-square-sized room was burning with Fiendfire.

Unlike the newly summoned Fiendfire, Leo's Fiendfire has burned to the limit.

This kind of powerful black magic cannot be extinguished by ordinary methods.

It can only be done after ending the spell.

"To extinguish such a big Fierce Flame, even if all of us cast the Finishing Curse, it will take six or seven hours." Lucius said.

six or seven hours?
How does this work?
The little wizards were startled,

We have class tomorrow!
I don't have time to stay here with you overnight!
"Wait, there is something written here... It says that there are questions ahead of Fiendfire, as long as you answer correctly, you can move forward, and if you answer wrong, you will be swallowed by Fiendfire."

Answer question?

Quirrell was in high spirits.

Behind my head lies the most powerful and wisest Dark Lord ever!

The Dark Lord knows everything!

"Don't worry about Quirrell!" Voldemort laughed loudly: "As long as it is a question related to magic, there is no question that I don't know about!"

"In terms of magic knowledge, I am invincible!"

Cassandra approached Fiendfire, and sure enough, there was a line of small characters written on it.

"Who is the heir to the Slytherin Chamber?"

There have long been legends that Salazar Slytherin, one of the Big Four at Hogwarts, had a dispute with the other three, and in a fit of rage built a chamber of secrets, which was specially used to teach black magic to younger brothers.

It's a pity that for thousands of years, countless Slytherins searched for the existence of the Chamber of Secrets, but they still couldn't find it.

"Master, do you know who it is?" Quirrell asked.

Voldemort: "..."

I know, it's me.

The problem is, I'm too embarrassed to say my name.

Tom's name is so bad, it hurts the dignity of my Dark Lord!
(End of this chapter)