There's something wrong with this Hogwarts

Chapter 57 Everyone Can Be a Slytherin
Cruciatus lasts for eight seconds, and the pain it brings becomes stronger as it goes on.

Death Eaters used to like to torture others with Cruciatus, whether wizards or Muggles, they were the best objects for them to practice Cruciatus.

In terms of physical fitness alone, wizards are no different from Muggles.

Neville's eyes were full of coldness. His parents were insane after being tortured by the Cruciatus Curse by the dark wizard Bellacritus, and they are still being treated at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic and Magic.

He took a small boat to Azkaban every week to torture Bellatrix with the Cruciatus Curse for revenge, and the Cruciatus Curse was used superbly.

But he hates the Cruciatus Curse the most.

The spell left him almost forever without his parents.

"So, I hate Slytherin!" Neville leaned in front of Hermione. He and Hermione met on the Hogwarts Express, and were assigned together... Sorted to Gryffindor, with a deep relationship.

"Killing is nothing more than nodding, I have always felt that even if the killing is decisive, the ruthless dark wizard should follow this point." Neville frowned: "If you kill, you will kill, why torture?"

"I know, short-term pain is worse than long-term pain," said Ron.

Harry looked uncomfortable.

You f*cking map hit me.

My parents were simply killed.

The gentle and kind-hearted Hermione quickly changed the subject: "My neighbor has an uncle who is a butcher. He told me that there is a special rule over there. You can't use the second knife when killing pigs, otherwise you will bring more pain to the pigs. God will not." Forgive him."

"It's like killing pigs, let alone people?"

Harry looked even worse.

According to you, I have to thank Voldemort for his decisive action?
Fortunately, Neville has been tested for a long time. He has a special status. He has seen many relatives and friends who were sent away by Voldemort and the Death Eaters. He knows that this matter cannot be discussed, and it is wrong to talk about it.

The only way is to transfer internal contradictions to external contradictions.

Neville slapped the table hard with his right hand, scaring the young wizards around him.

"I think Malfoy is a violent, vicious man who tortures the professor with Cruciatus, and he comes from a family of Death Eaters. There must be something wrong with him!"

Neville looked dignified, and gave Malfoy a hat instead.

It doesn't matter if the truth is true or false, Gryffindor and Slytherin have a natural feud, whether Malfoy is wholeheartedly committed to keeping Voldemort unshakable, or rehabilitating himself, it will not affect the hostility of Gryffindor students towards him.

The main reason is that this person is too arrogant.

What does it mean that you can't see the level of your classmates from you?

When we are soft-legged shrimp?
Can't stand it!
"Yes, I think so too!" Malfoy's three words successfully attracted Harry's hatred: "I will keep a close eye on him, wait for him to show his flaws, and send him and his father to meet Voldemort."

"Go to hell and serve their master!"

Ah this.

Neville smiled politely.

as long as you are happy.

But at this moment in front, Quirrell was as cold as ice, as cold as snow.

He's getting serious!

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

Tremble, Malfoy, this will be the most desperate moment of your short life, and I will be your worst nightmare!

However, Malfoy backed away.

Beyond the casting distance, Quirrell had no choice but to take a step forward.

What the hell, the momentum I had just accumulated was vented!
Quirrell took a deep breath, it doesn't matter, brewing again.

Malfoy took another step back.

Quirrell's eye muscles twitched: "Malfoy, we are a Defense Against the Dark Arts class, not a walking class."

"Professor, you made a dogmatic mistake." Malfoy said, "Principal Mark once said that the curse does not lie in strength, but in whether it is just right."

"Obviously dodging is the best way to defend against Cruciatus, so why resist?"

"Avada Kedavra, Cruciatus spells are too easy to move. I only need to move my feet, and the opponent will waste a lot of magic power, and maybe their mentality will collapse."

What you say makes sense, however, I refuse!
Quirrell was furious. He originally wanted to get along with you as an ordinary professor, torture you with the Cruciatus Curse, and give you a lesson. How dare you bully me like this.

It is tolerable and unbearable.

Uncle can bear it, but aunt can't bear it either.

Is it true that I, the Dark Lord, is the only designated parasite who lives and dies together?
It's time to let you all know how powerful I am after learning the master's signature black magic!
"Fiendfire!" Quirrell roared, and he summoned Fiendfire, which claimed to burn everything. He couldn't mimic the Fiendfire as a three-headed snake like Voldemort, and could only barely condense it into a snake-shaped flame.

But this is enough to prove his level of magic.

This kind of terrible black magic is not included in the three unforgivable curses, not because it is not powerful, but because it is too difficult and complicated.

The Three Unforgivable Curses are too simple, as long as you have a hand.

In the fourth grade in the original book, Crouch Jr. disguised as Professor Moody introduced the three unforgivable curses to the students in Defense Against the Dark Arts, used Cruciatus and Avada Kedavra on spiders, and used the Imperius Curse Used on little wizards.

In Little Crouch's cognition, the fourth grade students already have the ability to understand the Unforgivable Curse.

They are called unforgivable reasons, one is to control others and violate the most basic will of human beings, the other is to bring the most terrible pain to human beings, and the last one is to bring human beings to cruel death.

Fiendfire is different.

When Voldemort and Dumbledore faced off at the peak, instead of using the Unforgivable Curse, he summoned Fiendfire.

He felt that Fiendfyre was infinitely more powerful than the Unforgivable Curse.

Even Hermione, the seventh grader, dared not use Fiendfyre.

She felt that she couldn't control it.

"Firefire?" Malfoy tilted his head and waved his wand: "Firefire!"

He also summoned Fiendfire, which faintly condensed into a snake.

The snake is the symbol of Slytherin.

Dark wizards born in Slytherin, those who are capable, like to use magic to mimic snakes.

Of course, this is not absolute.

Many people from other academies have also practiced the skill of mimicking a snake. Who doesn't have inconvenient times?

Anyone can be an evil dark wizard from Slytherin as long as they wear dark red or jet black wizard robes and cover their heads with a hood.

Make Slytherin great again!
Because of various unspeakable but objectively existing special reasons, Slytherin will always be great.

Quirrell: "..."

I learned Fiercefire with great difficulty, and now, a first-year kid summoned in front of me.

What does this mean?
I have eaten dry rice for decades?

"madness!"

Sensing the breath of Fiendfire, Voldemort woke up.

He thought that Quirrell's summoning Fiendfire was in a life-and-death crisis, but when he woke up, he found out that he was actually in class and almost lived in Bengbu.

"What are you doing!" Voldemort roared, can't I just let me rest for a few days.

"Master." Quirrell was sad, Quirrell was wronged, and Quirrell wanted to cry.

"Master, avenge me!"

Quirrell was about to cry.

"The father bullies me, and the son also hurts my confidence."

"The Malfoy family is not a good thing!"

(End of this chapter)