Luckily the main story is at Hogwarts

Just know that.

Charles covered his face a little

Because he lost the Academy Cup, the reason was the points added by Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Neville, and he was usually very close to them.

This is why Ivan and his group suddenly blocked the door.

This semester, both Ciel and Hermione have almost added more than 150 points to their respective houses.

Everyone knows about Ciel's excellence. Likewise, the Slytherin students don't think that Hermione, a Muggle-born witch, can reach such an outstanding level.

It must be Ciel that she can add points to Gryffindor.

Why so sure?Isn't it enough that she is a mudblood?

Now that they have lost the House Cup, in order to prevent this from happening next semester, they have to put an end to all contact between the Ciel and Gryffindor.

In this way, the Gryffindor Mudblood would definitely not be able to answer questions quickly.

All for the Academy Cup.

From the looks of it, what Ivan and the others did seemed very awkward, but in fact it was very Slytherin. You can't expect a group of awkward and extreme guys to handle things in the Ganges' way, in a correct and worldly manner.

Think about another example of awkwardness and extremeness, a certain pinkeye family, with an even worse ending.

Slytherin really values ​​the Academy Cup. Obviously, Ivan's original intention was not to cause trouble for Ciel, but for the Academy Cup next semester. Unfortunately, this has already caused trouble for Ciel.

Not to mention whether Hermione's extra points had something to do with Ciel, even if it did, he wouldn't give up his cute little wings for a broken cup just because of a word from the ignorant guys in front of him.

After thinking about it, Charles still didn't understand that you were teaching me how to do things?When he said this sentence, he always felt that he would lose something after saying it.

With a polite yet embarrassed smile, Ciel said softly.

"I understand, but I refuse"

But before he could finish his words, Misha Gamp from behind laughed sharply again.

"Recognize your identity, you are just a half-blood."

"It's not good for you or her to get too close to the Gryffindor Mudblood."

She said pointingly.

Ciel's smile faded, and the wand slipped silently from his sleeve.

Very good, it saves him wasting his words. After all, Slytherin snakes are sometimes as stubborn as Gryffindor lions, especially when it comes to matters related to each other.

"Do you dare to do it?!"

The combat literacy of Slytherin students is actually not as bad as imagined, especially these young wizards who come from Death Eater families.

In fact, there is not much difference between wizards fighting and ordinary people fighting. They wave their wands like they are shaking their fists.

Misia's eyes were sharp, or in other words, with Felix in front of them, these senior students were not arrogant and did not take Ciel seriously at all.

So as soon as his wand moved, Misia immediately noticed something abnormal.

"In fact, I dare you."

If you want to take action, don't talk nonsense. This sentence is true no matter where it is placed.

The next moment, Ciel's wand was suddenly raised, and a silent golden light, like the radiance of the sun, passed through the crowd and pointed directly at Misia before anyone had time to respond.

"armor!"

Misia's reaction is not slow, but the key factor in the wizard duel is not entirely reaction speed, it is just one of them.

"Oh!"

With a muffled sound, she released the Iron Armor Curse halfway, and as if a heavy fist landed directly on her abdomen, her whole body instantly rose into the air, spinning, and fell heavily to the cold and wet floor of the corridor behind. superior.

That sound sounded painful.

And thanks to the long skirts of wizard robes, it left her with a little face.

"Passed out!"

"All petrochemical!"

The fastest ones are still the group of young reserve Death Eaters. They have had this idea for a long time, and they are indeed faster than other students in terms of combat response.

It's like the difference between a bad student who fights every day and a good student who studies every day.

Almost as soon as Misia took off into the air, several spells followed and rushed towards Ciel.

"Crack! Crack! Snap!"

The wand was turned in his hand, and an invisible barrier suddenly stood up in front of Ciel. The colorful spell light struck it like raindrops falling into a pool, only causing ripples before disappearing without a trace.

That flicker, as if the stars were extinguished, is the last light left by them.

"Wait, Diermo-san, maybe we can do it again"

Ivan was shocked. He never expected that the scene would become like this in just one sentence.

In the midst of the chaos, he yelled and tried to regain control of the situation, but unfortunately, even the Slytherins watching in the common room could see it.

This is no longer possible.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"

Do it! "

A senior student next to Ivan who was not from a reserve Death Eater family shouted loudly. He pulled out his wand. Before he finished reciting the spell, a red light came out of nowhere and knocked him out for four or five seconds. meters away.

Then he lay down on the ground and stopped moving.

Ivan's face became even more ugly. He did not rush to take action first, but looked across the chaotic battlefield to the common room outside the dormitory corridor.

After passing through the crowd and the colorful spells flying around, his eyes met the female prefect Sandra who had been watching coldly from behind.

The next moment, Sandra turned her head and said to the panicked student next to her.

"Go to the dean."...

"Passed out!"

"Except your weapons!"

"All petrochemical!"

The number of upperclassmen blocking the door was not large, but it was quite a lot. There were at least a dozen of them, and it was precisely because of this that they responded without hesitation.

No matter how powerful Ciel was, how could he beat a group of them?

Turns out, he can.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

Because as the battle continued, they soon discovered a desperate thing, that is, their spells could not hit Shire at all.

Some unknown magic firmly blocked them in the air. Every time Charles pointed his wand diagonally downwards and waved it to the side, it was like parting the sea with a wave of his hand. All the spells flying towards him were wiped out by him. Detonate directly in the air.

On the contrary, his magic was like a hot knife cutting through butter, almost unimpeded, and the iron armor spell that penetrated them all hit them.

With just one blow, it was like being beaten by a giant monster, and then it jumped into the air and exited the battlefield.

"Charle!"

Ivan still didn't pull out his wand, and he tried to say something, but Charles didn't give him the chance and sent him to the back with a stun spell.

Because in a moment, most of these guys had fallen, and there were not many left.

Ciel did not hesitate to take action, not because he wanted to cause a war, but because this was what they wanted.

Although he usually gives extra points to Slytherin, he almost never goes back to Slytherin's long table to eat, and stays with the Gryffindor group every day. This matter has caused much discussion among the four houses.

In addition, this group of reserve Death Eaters secretly contributed to the situation. Although not many people expressed dissatisfaction with him, no Slytherin expressed acceptance of him.

Except for Draco and the new students.

Now, the whole study is coming to an end. They must have had enough after enduring it for so long, and not only they have had enough, but Ciel has had enough as well.

It's better to explode the problem right now.

"Oh!"

Another spell was thrown out by Ciel. It was like an RPG, hitting an unlucky guy hard, knocking him away, knocking him back, and falling behind, where he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

There are four more people standing in the field now.

Including a charr.

"The situation is not good."

Ciel smiled at the remaining people and said.

The battle broke out very quickly and ended very quickly. This group of Slytherin students who couldn't even cast the death curse were nothing compared to their old predecessors.

Especially the number of more than a dozen people is actually not an advantage.

Just the fact that they couldn't break through Ciel's counter-curse and armor curse already made Ciel invincible.

With the iron armor spell protecting his body, Charles waved his wand with one hand to resist a series of spells. Various spells exploded in front of him, turning into balls of shining fireworks.

"The dean is here!"

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted in the corridor leading to the outside.

In fact, the entire lounge was in chaos at this time. Except for Ciel and the remaining upperclassmen who were fighting fiercely, everyone else shrank and hid aside, watching the excitement.

This shout immediately caused Ciel to stop moving in his hands.

There are three people left.

Quick fight.

"call!"

one second.

"what!"

"A lot of fire!"

"Fire!"

The next moment, the wand was raised in front of him, and Ciel blew it hard, and a fire dragon swept out. The appearance of the flames caused everyone around to scream, because the previous battle seemed fierce, but in fact, everyone used restraint, at least No spells too dangerous appear.

But once this level of magic comes out, it will kill people.

The remaining senior students were also shocked. They hurriedly released the Iron Armor Curse, but found that the flame was not hot at all, it was fake.

As soon as this thought appeared, the familiar stun spell broke through their defenses and knocked them out hard.

two seconds.

Ciel kept moving. Facing the little wizard lying on the ground, he suddenly raised his wand, causing all of them to float in the air instantly.

"Crack!"

Then, with another flick of the wand, the doors to the bedrooms on both sides opened neatly.

three seconds.

"Oh!"

As soon as the wand fell again, they were thrown into the dormitory by Ciel.

Feng Qingyun calmly put away his wand, put his fingers together, and made a stroke in the air. The dormitory door immediately closed again neatly.

"Crack."

And with the sound of brushing together, all the door locks were inserted into the door bolts.

Four seconds.

Ciel turned around, patted the non-existent dust on his body, and then looked indifferently at the door leading to the entrance from the common room to the outside world.

"Squeak!"

Fifth second.

Accompanied by the heavy sound of the door opening and non-existent footsteps, Snape slid in silently like a gloomy figure with a skateboard under his feet.

With his appearance, the entire common room suddenly became extremely quiet, as if entering a special zone of low pressure.

He looked at the silent common room with a blank expression, his empty gaze passing over one nervous Slytherin student after another, and finally fell on Ciel's face.

"Who can tell me."

"What happened here."

He stared at Ciel and asked slowly and calmly in a tone that seemed to be asking everyone.

"Nothing happened."

Ciel smiled brightly.

He shrugged at Snape.

"Good day, Dean."