There's something wrong with this Hogwarts

Chapter 47 Members of the Foundation Construction Group

Among the hundred or so people, there are only a few dozen worthy of Mark's observation.

Most of the people who fear the most are actually Mark.

mark:"???"

What hatred and resentment made you so afraid of me?

Some people defeated Boggart neatly, some lingering on their last legs and begging for help, some were injured and dared not take the key to open the next level, so they had to stay in the room and wait for rescue.

A real dark wizard can only fight his way to the end, either pass the level or die in front.

Students at Hogwarts are different.

As soon as it's daylight, the professors will know what's going on.

Those who are injured will be rescued, and those who grit their teeth are in doubt.

At Hogwarts, violating school rules is nothing, as long as you are alive, everything is easy to talk about.

Violation of school rules at most subject to some punishment.

When you die, there is nothing left.

Seeing that it was almost done, Mark also stepped into the rocking star.

There are no magical creatures, no stone pillars, no mass destruction substances on the rock star, only a cauldron on the ground.

Silver liquid flows in the pot, crystal clear.

In the deepest part lies a key.

There were only more than 40 people who passed the level. Cassandra looked at Quirrell and frowned.

In broad daylight, under the bright sky, someone is exposed in public, what a shame!
Behind them, Fischer and Colby stood up and spoke for the goddess!

They are lick dogs, but not ordinary lick dogs.

But an excellent super licking dog.

Capable, winking, powerful, and decisive in killing, except for licking Cassandra, other aspects are absolutely excellent.

The Boggart they saw was a Cassandra who didn't want them.

At that time, Fischer and Colby said it was normal.

Then the eyes light up.

Just kidding, it's not easy to play with the real Cassandra, why not dare to play with a Boggart?

Fischer and Colby are indeed twins, brothers!
They had the same idea, they both wanted to turn Boggart into a Cassandra uniform, and then see what the clothes were made of, whether they were his wife's material.

Check the male and female anatomy and review the physical hygiene.

When the length is exactly the same, there is no difference between real and fake.

Unfortunately, it fell short!
The Boggart version of Cassandra blew herself up unbearably humiliated!

Fischer and Colby, who were in estrus, hadn't finished their release yet, and when they saw that Quirrell dared to show his body in front of the genuine goddess, they all became violent!
"Look at your body shape... you are a special commissioner, right? You don't even wear clothes. When I meet the Dark Lord in the future, I will definitely read a book for you."

Fischer cupped his hands towards the north: "Your Dark Lord, how can there be such a pervert?"

All of them were on the scene, and Quirrell's identity was too easy to guess.

Dry and thin body, aging and weak, loses moisture, not plump, but slack.

There is no doubt that this is the body of an elderly person who has never seriously exercised.

Definitely not my classmate.

"The Dark Lord raised his arms and responded, and all the dark wizards and evil creatures in the world are running around telling each other how great they are!" Colby said with grief: "We are dark wizards, decisive in killing, vicious, violent and greedy, but we are not exposing mad."

"On behalf of all the dark wizards and evil creatures, I express my attitude and firmly reject perverts from mixing into the dark wizard team, which will affect the purity and unity of the team!"

Quirrell: "..."

I know I'll be ridiculed, but can you please stop stripping me of my status as a dark wizard.

I am the darkest dark wizard!
The human body of the Dark Lord!
The Wallfacer of the wizarding world!
Quirrell fell into deep worry. If the leader is opposed by the crowd, the leader must not be long.

No matter white wizard or black wizard, magical creature or Muggle, how can you be a leader if you can't even control your subordinates?
After letting them continue to quarrel, the master promised me the position of being under one person and above ten thousand people...

Dangerous!
Quirrell's alarm bell rang for a long time, and his mind began to fantasize.

At that time, Voldemort had already been resurrected and captured the entire wizarding world.

In the evening, the Dark Lord invited him to dinner, and asked him if he had any difficulties in life recently, and was amiable.

I am so grateful that I have no words to express.

Then, the Dark Lord sighed.

"Qi Luo, my Dark Lord looks magnificent, but it's actually not easy. You can't even imagine how much bitterness and compromise are hidden inside."

"Your subordinates make trouble with me every day, saying that you are affecting the atmosphere of our Death Eaters. The young wizard changed his face when he heard about the Death Eaters. I was unhappy at the time and reprimanded him severely."

"I said Quirrell is not very good? Serious and responsible, hardworking and honest, I am resurrected thanks to him."

"You knelt at my feet and cried, saying that Quirrell appeared in front of people without clothes all day long. Those who knew knew that we were a Death Eater party, but those who didn't know thought we were a place for the Infrastructure Corps."

"A few days ago, the wizards of the infrastructure group came to pay a visit to Quirrell, and the reputation of Nuoda, which we Death Eaters managed to break through with great difficulty, has been ruined!"

"For the sake of the overall situation, Quirrell, or you take a break?"

Quirrell took a deep breath, rest?
Take a break!

Everyone come out to dawdle, if you don't advance, you will retreat.

I, Quirrell, gave up everything and took refuge in Voldemort, humiliated, endured so much suffering and suffered so much, was it not for the sake of glory and wealth?
Now, you dare to challenge my bottom line.

Suicide!

I want you to know that we honest people don't get angry easily.

Once it gets angry, the sky will fall apart!

"Quirrell, calm down!" Voldemort's majestic voice sounded: "Don't worry, you are loyal to me, I will see everything!"

"There are a few black wizards in the area. They say a hundred thousand bad things in front of me, but they are not worth a single word in front of me."

"We share weal and woe. We are called master and servant, but we are actually friends. How can a few black wizards understand this friendship?"

Quirrell burst into tears, the master understands me!
With these two sentences, everything I do is worth it!

"Look at what's in the cauldron first, it looks familiar," said Voldemort.

But in the eyes of others, after Fischer and Colby taunted, the Dark Lord's commissioner didn't say a word, and seemed to acquiesce!

Then, he strode towards the pot and stared at the silver liquid inside.

Quirrell reached for the key, but his hand reached in like a phantom, and he couldn't get it out.

He picked up the liquid in the pot and wanted to pour it out, but there was no response.

"It seems that the only way is to drink it." Voldemort said quietly, this kind of spell is very unpopular, but coincidentally, he understands it.

"As long as you drink all the contents of the pot, you can take out the key and enter the Scorpio."

The wizards all took half a step back.

If members of the infrastructure construction group are scolded and still don't refute, then [-]% of them will acquiesce.

Which normal man can accept being considered a member of the infrastructure construction group!

In England, there are many members of the infrastructure group, but they are still not recognized by the mainstream culture and will face a lot of discrimination.

"Looks like Veritaserum." Quirrell sniffed the liquid in the cauldron.

After completing the master's task, Quirrell had time to refute.

"I'm not from the infrastructure group!"

"What's the use of talking with a red mouth and white teeth? If you have the ability, you are talking with Veritaserum."

Ah this.

Quirrell was silent.

I have a dark lord behind my fucking head.

After drinking Veritaserum, what if I say something that shouldn't be said?
(End of this chapter)