All things are three at Hogwarts

Then suddenly, like invisible threads, Allen was tied up and lifted up. Professor Flitwick used a levitation spell to direct Allen's body to move forward quickly and float straight towards the podium.

There was laughter under the podium.

"He looked like a turtle."

"If you dare to sleep in Professor Flitwick's class, you must be prepared to be punished."

"What a waste. He actually deducted points from Ravenclaw. It's such a shame that we have such a person in our college."

……

Allen was in such a bad state due to the previous trauma that he only noticed some inconsistencies with the illusion of death but could not get rid of it. He just raised his own doubts: "Wait a minute, Professor, once used on people, wouldn't it be possible?" Sentenced to Azkaban?"

"Oh my God, Mr. Harris, what's wrong with you again? It's just a demonstration of a spell, there's no need to be so ugly and scared." Seeing Allen subconsciously adjust his clothes after landing, Professor Flitwick's high-pitched voice changed the subject. Full of mockery he raised his wand, "You want to be the center of attention? Maybe you should be sorted into Slytherin?"

Harsh laughter rang out in the classroom, and Flitwick didn't wait for Allen to respond.

"You can see it all clearly now, cut out the heart and gouge out the bones!"

As if being pierced by thousands of knives at the same time, the instant pain and anger made Allen's cheeks turn pale.

The bone-chilling pain in his body, like countless ants gnawing at his flesh, bone marrow and heart, even caused his pupils to briefly lose focus, and his vision became blurry. He groaned out of fear of the pain.

"It's really bad, you have low willpower! You were talking in your sleep just now, saying that you are the savior? In fact, you can't even resist an ordinary magic."

The unfathomable eyes on the ugly, purely evil face stared hard into Allen's.

"Wake up and look at it with your head, which is not much stronger than a troll. You are just an annoying little boy and an incompetent waste."

Allen was curled up under the continuous spell, and the heartbreaking pain swept through his body. Unable to bear the torture of the spell, he lay on his back, waving his arms and legs randomly, and his somewhat panicked state was like paddling for help in Hulun. , he wanted to grab something and use external power to relieve the pain of his body, but suspended in the air, he was like a dead tree drifting on the sea, he could only let the pain hit him, with nowhere to hide.

This kind of heart-wrenching pain can almost collapse a person's sanity. His body keeps twitching, and his throat howls in pain uncontrollably.

The piercing laughter almost knocked off the roof of the classroom. What reached Allen's ears were the endless taunts from these wizards, mocking him for his poor spell casting ability and weak ability to resist spells. He was incompetent, timid and afraid of pain. of scum.

His body curled up into a cooked shrimp, and through his forehead that was wet with cold sweat, Allen's hazy eyes glanced at the wizards who were watching him in the classroom. Their faces were all smiling so happily.

Draco held his head high, with a contemptuous smile on his pale pointed face; beside him, Pansy's cold eyes turned into slits; Harry made faces at himself with a cunning look like a troll. , Ron next to him was cursing fiercely and loudly...

"Looking at his embarrassment, it's really disgusting. He dreams of being a savior. It's really shameless."

"This idiot can't do anything but dream. He should be thrown into a big turd egg to wake him up."

"Ravenclaw has never had such a bad student."

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Flitwick had no intention of stopping, and the worse Allen's situation became, the louder and louder the ridicule and curses around him became. Those voices were very noisy, buzzing and annoying, but every word he said was in his heart The thoughts of deep disgust were clearly heard by Allen who was in pain.

As his body was shaking violently, Allen, who was suffering from torture, could only think about changing his position so that his back could bear more pain, but as his body really began to shift according to his thoughts.

Unexpectedly, Allen calmed down and glanced at the teachers and students around him. A smile suddenly appeared on his face that was almost twisted in pain.

At that moment, the power of magic entered his soul, allowing him to regain his memory and prevent his thinking from being affected.

With this, Allen's fingertips sprayed out strings of crackling lightning, which went straight to the huge wooden window of the Charms classroom. Amidst the crisp sound of large exploding glass, the remaining power shot out to the blue window outside the window. Sky.

The sky struck by lightning was like a broken mirror. After cracks appeared, it became very fragile. Under Allen's lightning beam, they fell to the ground and collapsed into more fragments. The cracked sky revealed the original gray sky inside.

Allen, who had regained his freedom, fell to the ground, and his pale face turned expressionlessly to Professor Flitwick and the wizards who were watching, but they completely disappeared, as if they had never existed.

Allen, who had completely recovered his thinking, breathed a sigh of relief and successfully got rid of the illusion again.

The God of Death, Herbo, had recently begun to not only torture him physically, but also caused him to fall into hallucinations from time to time, causing him to suffer deeper mental torture when his will became increasingly weak due to the pain and resistance.

In order to allow Allen to escape or perish from the illusions with devastating endings that can only rely on his own will - in order to achieve the goal of ultimately driving him crazy and unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

Opening my eyes, I once again saw the oppressive and suffocating underworld, the gray sky, the devastated gray land, and the pungent stench...

Although everything was desolate and dilapidated, Allen let out a long breath.

"Oh? This surprises me a little, Mr. Harris. The speed of getting rid of the illusion this time is not as slow as before." The crutch of Death God Halbo was firmly on the ground, and he took a few steps forward. He looked at Allen coldly with suspicious eyes.

"Mr. Haierbo is not an excellent screenwriter. Your way of writing the script is too poor. You don't even consider the character's personality. There are too many flaws." Allen squinted his eyes and sneered with mock disdain, "Draco thinks so. Well, Neville is starting to mock people, are you going too far?"

"I don't think we need such lies and nonsense to test our relationship. Let me see if you have given me another surprise..."

After saying that, the ram-shaped face of Death God Herbo stretched even longer. He suddenly opened his ginger eyes wide and stretched out his hand with a large ring to grab Allen, as if they were just as far away from each other as they were. It can make him catch it.

But like the God of Death, Allen's feet did not move at all. Just when he was about to catch Allen, the body of the white-haired wizard suddenly disappeared and appeared a few steps behind the God of Death, Haierbo. There was no change in his demeanor or movements. It was as if his original position was right there.