The Psychic Wizard of Hogwarts

The moonlight passed through the lake, and the soft light shone on Delal who was sitting next to him. In response to the light in the room, he was gently writing the homework assigned by the professor during the day with a quill on the paper.

He didn't know how long he had been writing, but his mind felt like a gear without oil. In a tired state, he slowly put down the quill in his hand, took off his glasses, raised his left hand, pinched the bridge of his nose, and began to rub it gently.

After a while, he packed up the homework in his arms and put it aside.He stood up and was about to go to the sink to wash up when he took a step forward.

There was a soft "click" sound, and a head poked out from behind the wooden door of the room. Duck was looking inside with gray eyes. When he saw Delal stopped, he turned his head and looked straight at it with his eyes. Own.

"Haha~" Duck, who looked embarrassed, squeezed his body in from behind the door.

"I thought you had already rested, so I was a little afraid of disturbing you."

Looking at Dak who was slapping him, Dral's eyebrows wrinkled slightly as his eyes slid.

"Take your hands out of your back"

"What's wrong? It's okay." He said, stretching out his right hand and waving his pale and thin hand towards Delal.

Delal said with seriousness in his eyes: "Left hand, let me see."

Dak stood in front of the door and hesitated, not wanting to stretch out his hand. "It's okay, no need." His wandering eyes did not dare to look at Delal who was walking towards him.

Delal slowly approached Dak, stood upright in front of him, stretched out his right hand, grabbed Dak's left hand hidden behind his back, and pulled it to his eyes, looking at the red, swollen and purple back of his hand.

Delal looked serious, "Who is it?" Dak dodged Delal's eyes, "No one, just a little conflict with others."

Seeing Duck's avoidance of eyes, Delal stopped asking him anything. He stretched out his right hand and said, "Accio, the wand." The wand that was placed on the desk because he was about to wash up flew into Delal's body. Palm.

Dak, who blocked the door with a hand, said, "Hey, hey, hey~" Dak, who lost his balance slightly due to Delal's pull, staggered and staggered to the side for two or three steps.

Dral opened the door and walked outside. Looking at Dral walking outside, Dak hurriedly chased after Dral and said to him while following Dral closely.

"It's just a small dispute, nothing serious, really."

He glanced at the nervous Dark, "No, I originally wanted to study quietly at Hogwarts, but when I chose to come to Slytherin, I was also prepared to have a magnificent student career."

"Not to mention that I'm just a Mudblood to most Slytherins."

"Trouble will eventually come, but I didn't expect it to fall on you first."

After speaking, he quickened his pace and walked quickly towards the end of the corridor. Along the corridor light, he could see the figures of people in the common room. He stepped out of the corridor and looked towards the corner of the lounge in the distance. There were four or five people on the sofa. The Slytherins gathered together chatted happily.

One of the thin men was lowering his head to talk to another girl sitting there. As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his head and saw Delal walking out of the corridor. The man saw Delal in front of him and glanced at him with indifferent eyes. Passed by, and when Dak, who was hurrying behind Delal and finally caught up with him, appeared in his sight.

A sneer appeared on his zombie-like face, and he said a few words to the companions around him. There was a burst of laughter, and then several people turned their eyes to look at Dral and the two.

Every young face was full of ridicule. On the other side, Delal and the thin man looked into each other's eyes. The coldness and indifference in the other's eyes made Delal's eyes look cold as he walked towards the lounge. The corner of the corner came pacing, and Dak behind him looked at Dral who was moving forward, slightly stretched out his hand, opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but finally fell silent and followed Dell quietly. Lal walked towards the target.

As the two men continued to approach the emaciated man, the students sitting together in twos and threes saw Dak following them, and they all turned around with interest to look at the direction of the two men. Among them, the older students There was a hint of sarcasm in his expression.

Unknowingly, most of the Slytherins who were still chatting in the lounge gradually turned their attention to Dral and the others.

When the two stood in front of the sofa, the man with his head slightly lowered slightly raised his head and squinted at the two.

"What, did you go back to find help? You traitor." He said viciously to the two of them with a hint of disgust.

The stiff face was full of sarcasm.

"Do you want to rely on this mudblood?" "Haha"

"What a disgrace to pure bloods." He stood up and shouted at the people around him with his arms spread out. His companions sitting next to him mocked the two of them maliciously.

"Disgusting bastard." "tui!!!"

After speaking, he spat a mouthful of phlegm towards Dral. The faint blue light of "Armor Protector Protego" lit up, and the thick phlegm hit the barrier of the magic spell and slowly slid down.

The wand in his hand pointed fiercely at the man, "Expel the enemy Repello Inimicum". A blue ball flew straight out from the tip of the wand, hitting the man who looked at Dral in surprise. His thin body suddenly flew up and sat on the sofa. His body was hit by the curse and hit the wall behind him.

There was a loud "bang" and it hit the wall firmly. Everyone looked at the man who was slowly sliding to the ground.Delal then walked forward at a leisurely pace. As he was walking forward, the girl sitting on the sofa next to him winked at the three people around him. The four of them stood up and swung their wands and were about to recite the magic spell. Lal held the wand in his hand and made a circle, "Petrificus Totalus." The blue ripples swept towards the four people surrounding him with Dral as the center.

When the magic spell hit the four people, blue magic patterns instantly eroded their whole bodies. They were either standing or lying down, especially one of the short men who was about to rush over quickly. Before he could turn over the sofa, he was instantly possessed by the magic spell. The curse was fixed in the air, and then he fell heavily to the ground face down.

The students who were staring at the corner all around felt that what happened in front of them was so sudden but not unexpected. For Delal, this was inevitable, but for the other students around him, it was inevitable.

Especially those senior students, the sarcasm originally hanging on their faces seemed to have been frozen on their faces as if they had been cast a "petrification spell", and they stared blankly at Delal leisurely walking toward the man lying in the corner. The thin man walked away.

The man lying on the ground stared blankly at his fallen partner until he was shrouded in Dral's shadow, then he stiffly raised his zombie-like face and looked at the little boy.

Delal bent down slightly and looked down at the man lying on the ground.

"Dear~, what do you call me?"

The man who reacted shouted loudly to Dral. "You crawling mudblood, why should I tell you my noble name."

She narrowed her eyes slightly as she looked at the man, and looked at him quietly for a while, "I'm sorry, please rephrase your words."

A faint golden light slowly fell from the narrowed gap and fell on the fallen man like dust.

His lips were slightly opened, but no sound could be heard. The man's teeth suddenly chattered, as if he was caught in the depths of winter, and his whole body was trembling.He wanted to say something but couldn't. A slight cough seemed like his last struggle. He weakly stretched out his right hand to grab the collar of the boy in front of him, but he couldn't reach the figure close at hand.

"The soul is like a prison"

Delal looked at the scene in front of him and was a little surprised by the power of this curse. He combined the curse developed by the Mind Stone to pry the soul through the power of the mind, so that the person who is cast can follow the wishes of the curse. Experience different kinds of pain and even place the other person's soul in eternal hell forever.

The most important thing is that for Dral, who owns the gem, this spell does not require a medium. He himself is the strongest medium. There is no need for so-called spell casting. It can be cast directly through the mind gem.

In less than 30 seconds, the man's pupils were about to dilate and his struggling hands were slowly hanging down. He seemed to have given up on survival and was about to fall into death.

"It feels a bit like the Imperius Curse, but it feels more powerful than the Imperius Curse."

While he was thinking about the feedback brought about by this spell, what Delal didn't notice was the horrified look in his eyes from the surrounding students. The crowd around them only saw Delal stepping forward and leaning over to say a few words to the students on the ground. The words, and then the ferocious look on the student's face made people feel frightened.

Delal straightened up, golden light flashed, and the people on the ground suddenly gasped hard. At the same time, his own sweat suddenly flowed out from his body like a blocked river. In the blink of an eye, his neat clothes were soaked with sweat. .

After waiting for a while, Dral felt that his spirit was gradually returning to normal, and asked softly. "Hello, what is your name?"

The student widened his eyes and looked in horror at Delal, who had a smile on his face and cold eyes. He wanted to yell out for a moment, but the next moment he felt his hands covering him uncontrollably. My lips that I just opened.

Dral shook his head slightly towards him, signaling for him to answer his question, and at the same time flicked his wand towards him and "Clean up Scourgify"

A strong wind passed by from head to toe, and a faint golden light was mixed in it.

A new man with a stiff face appeared in front of everyone.Delal narrowed his eyes and said again, "What do you call it."

This time the man stood up slowly, as if he had calmed down or forgotten what had just happened, and said to Dral with a normal expression.

"Femi Travers" said his name stiffly, then stood there blankly, staring at Delal with blank eyes.

"Oh, hello, Mr. Travers, I was wondering if you could apologize to my friend, Dark Lores, for what happened just now. After all, we are all from the same college, and we should help each other. .”

After speaking, he stepped aside to reveal Dak behind him. Because he was standing straight behind Dral, Dak did not see what just happened.

Just as he was about to duck away, Femi saluted Dak and then said. "I'm sorry, I was too mean to make you hurt. I solemnly apologize to you here."

When Dak heard Femi's apology, he waved his hands quickly, "It's okay, it's just a minor injury." The two of them froze in place for a while, and Dak looked at Dral and asked for help.

Delal smiled helplessly and said to the two of them, "Since it is a misunderstanding, it ends here."

As soon as he finished speaking, Delal held the wand in his hand and swung it from bottom to top, "Finite Incantatem." The petrified people slowly stood up, especially the little man who was facing the ground, rubbing his nose vigorously. Tears kept flowing out from the red eyes.

Just thinking that this matter was over, Delal was about to turn around and return to his personal lounge, before he even took a step forward.

With a "bang" sound, a thin man, wearing a flowing black robe, walked forward, making him look "like a giant bat." His shoulder-length, greasy black hair stuck to his face like a curtain. , with sallow skin and a large hooked nose.

He walked quickly into the crowd and looked at the Slytherin students around him with his deep black eyes. Unnaturalness and restraint slowly filled the faces of the surrounding students.

Professor Severus Snape, the man feared by all students, appeared in the common room, surveying the surroundings as Head of House.