There's something wrong with this Hogwarts

Chapter 46 Mark was blown away!

Voldemort pain mask.

The Beggar Demon in front of him is totally unreasonable, and he doesn't know what Quirrell is thinking. Its casting speed and number are stronger than the peak Voldemort.

Voldemort is strong, but also belongs to the human category.

And the Beggar, transformed into a Boggart, came out of Quirrell's mind, which was illogical.

It was as strong as Quirrell thought it would be.

"Ten thousand bullets fired!"

Ordinary people use ten thousand bullets to fire at most twelve invisible magic balls.

And Beggar Earth Demon's ten thousand bullets are really ten thousand bullets, countless magic balls are shot out along its magic wand, like Gatling braving blue fire, da da da da da da da.

Fortunately, Mark's input of magic power into the Boggart was limited, and he cast three large-scale spells. After beating Quirrell to shame, the Boggart exploded with a bang, releasing a key.

"It's so dangerous." Quirrell was panting, his wizard robe was torn and torn, most of it was burned, and there were holes everywhere.

There is Voldemort's face on the back of his head. Originally, Quirrell had been wearing a hood to cover it, but now half of his face is leaking out.

"We can't see people," said Voldemort.

Quirrell's identity cannot be exposed, let alone Voldemort's face.

"I understand the master." Quirrell said: "When there is a sudden fire in the bathhouse, people don't need to cover other places when they escape, they just need to cover their faces."

"so……"

Quirrell had a tragic face, and he knew what to do.

Except for the loincloth, he took off all the other cloths and made them into a headgear to cover his front and back faces.

If you hide your head and show your tail, you will definitely be stopped and asked for your identity when you walk on the street.

Fortunately, all the black wizards who can pass the level are not good, and their true identities are not visible.

Wrapped with two faces, wearing a loincloth, exposing the dry upper body, skinny legs and hands.

Quirrell knew that without clothes, his figure would be laughed at.

However, what can he do?

"It's all so strange to blame Voldemort!" Quirrell felt resentful. If he hadn't met Voldemort in Albania, he should still be living a happy life of eating and dying every day, and he wouldn't be reduced to the current sad state.

But he dared not say it.

"It's all your fault!" Voldemort was different, he dared say.

"It's nothing to think about, just play the piano!"

Voldemort encountered a lot of bad things today, and he was so angry that he was dying. Now he can finally transfer his anger to Quirrell!

Anger transfer theorem!

When Voldemort transferred his anger to Quirrell, Voldemort's mood became better, and Quirrell would be even angrier!

Quirrell was furious.

Decided.

In class today, let the little wizards of the first grade know how powerful I am!

As for who the little wizards transfer their qi to... none of Quirrell's business.

If not, house elves, goblins, Cornish elves, monster books, and more are creatures that little wizards can bully!

Mark observes the way Lucius fights Quirrell.

There is one thing to say, there is no flash point.

They are too old and have no room for improvement.

As for Voldemort, he was even older.

Tom was only 17 years old with combat experience, and Voldemort had just crawled out of his last ten years, and didn't recognize the reality clearly.

"The only function of Voldemort is to help me train my students."

It was the Hogwarts students that Mark really wanted to test.

They are young, strong, high-spirited, born in response to the times, and they are more likely to comprehend the great prophecy.

Relying on the mice to detect many taboos of the big prophecy, Mark will practice it himself.

No one knows what hidden tricks are hidden in the exercises from other worlds.

"Look at Cassandra first."

Cassandra is very famous, her innate spell Thunder Cloud Storm is so powerful, she claims to be invincible in melee duels.

Mark saw that Mark jumped out opposite Cassandra.

mark:"……"

Just watched True and False Voldemort.

Now come a true and false Mark?

I worked hard at Hogwarts and made great contributions to the school and the little wizards, but it turned out that I was the one you feared the most?
The world is not fair!

My God, you are so wrong as a virtuous and foolish fool!Land, you don't know what is good and what is evil!
Oh, it's Cassandra who fears me, it has nothing to do with heaven and earth.

That's fine.

Poor world, the good guys are hanging around there, doing nothing, and people are blaming them all day long.

Cassandra's eyes were indifferent, she stared at Beggar Mark opposite.

"Sure enough, Principal Mark is my demon!"

When Cassandra first entered school, Hogwarts was in dire straits, and there were not enough professors. Mark personally taught a few classes.

It was only when the situation got better in the past two years that Mark retreated to the second line, eating and waiting to die as a salted fish.

The former Professor Mark was very cruel!
Cassandra will never forget that Mark was in charge of Defense Against the Dark Arts and took them to the Forbidden Forest to practice.

In the first class, a werewolf attacked Cassandra, Mark caught the werewolf, and gently taught Cassandra to smash the werewolf's claws, pull out the werewolf's teeth, and break the werewolf's limbs.

The werewolf screamed and wailed, but Mark ignored it.

Cassandra remembered that scene deeply.

As for taking them to Azkaban to confront the dementors head-on, it doesn't matter if they go to the Forbidden Forest to fight to the death with the Australian egg-eyed drake.

At that time, she had grown up.

Vicious and cunning dark wizards, violent and vicious magical creatures, that's all.

When there is too much blood, the existence that can be killed easily is nothing.

On the contrary, Mark who tenderly killed the werewolf at the beginning made her unforgettable.

"Professor, come on!" Cassandra said softly, "I'm no longer that crying little girl in the first grade!"

mark:"……"

I already knew you were not a little girl, so I don't need you to prove yourself!
Mark covered his eyes, unwilling to look.

What follows will be a massacre.

The werewolf was too weak, and Mark, who easily defeated the werewolf, was not much stronger.

With Cassandra's current strength...

Can not bear to look!

Sure enough, as Mark expected.

Beggar Mark on the opposite side had no power to fight back. He was turned into a shrimp by Cassandra's thunderstorm, and he couldn't even cast a decent spell.

Bogut's limitations are too strong.

Facing creatures with extremely powerful fear in their hearts, Boggarts will become stronger accordingly.

And if the fear in the other person's heart is not good, he is a joke.

If someone is afraid of steps, stairs, light bulbs, baldness, hair loss, kidney deficiency, etc., this level is even more rewarding.

Cassandra didn't even need to do anything, she blasted Beggar Mark with just a protective spell!

Mark sighed, forget it, this little girl is talented, let's change.

Mark then turned his attention to Daniel.

The senior Hufflepuff wizard was a master of conjuration, especially healing spells.

Mark wondered whether his greatest fear was death or the sick who could not be healed by healing spells.

result……

Mark found that a beggar Mark also jumped out opposite Daniel.

mark:"……"

Are you so endless?

(End of this chapter)