curse the world at hogwarts

Seven seconds, just seven seconds.

Time management master Hermione Granger, who once shocked Gryffindors with her review schedule and will rescue dog dads with her time turner in the future, has an extremely precise biological clock.

From the time Voldemort said those words to the moment he pressed him down and beat her, it only lasted seven seconds.

Is this the combat power of the Dark Lord, a defective version, no wand, very injured, and other negative status stacks?

If it were any other person, he would probably be in despair.

For example, a certain Draco Malfoy would immediately raise the French military salute that his father had spent a month correcting millimeter by millimeter to standardize.

But...she is Hermione Granger, a tough girl who has never been known for her talent!

While trying to shield herself and mobilizing everything around her to hinder Voldemort's approach, Hermione shouted to Neville: "Go to Rhine! The Whomping Willow! The Shrieking Shack!"

There was such a big battle, but the professors didn't show up immediately. Something must have gone wrong.

She didn't know what other professors' habits were at night, nor did she expect them to, but she knew exactly where the castle was when Rhine was not there.

At this time, Neville has not yet awakened the Gryffindor swordsman attribute of Gryffindor, which is the swordsman attribute of Gryffindor. However, he has a better quality than Harry, Ron and others -

He listens to what others say!

Just run back!

"Want to leave?" Voldemort sneered, "Is it that easy?"

After suffering such a big loss tonight, he would not be happy if two lives were not lost!

With his big hand, Neville was almost pulled over and crushed to death. Fortunately, Hermione set up her shield in time, and Neville was only bounced back by a curse.

Even though she protected Neville, Hermione's heart sank to the bottom.

She felt that she could not last more than a minute because of her own family affairs and family affairs.

At the moment when she was desperate, a broken gong voice that sounded like the sounds of nature came into her ears, and an extraordinary teacher-student relationship was forged from then on!

"What are you doing...how dare you hit the students with the grass?!!!"

I saw a drunken goddess with disheveled hair appearing at the end of the corridor. Seeing this scene, her drunken eyes turned red. She picked up the wine bottle in her hand and flew towards Voldemort!

Voldemort waved his backhand and tried to explode the wine bottle in the air. Who knew that this was actually a second-level skill?

The wine bottle suddenly drew an arc in the air, avoiding the trajectory of Voldemort's spell, and exploded in his face with a "clang"!

"Ow—!"

Sybill Trelawney—Professor of Divination at Hogwarts, the powerhouse who started the Harry Potter story, and her greatest lover of sherry—made a ten-ring.

It stands to reason that sherry, as a sweet grape wine, is not highly irritating.

But now it was almost the end of the month, and she needed to quit Shirley for a few days because of a shabby wallet, so she dug out a few bottles of vodka in the school kitchen...

Although Voldemort was occupying Quirrell's body, he could still feel the pain of the blisters on his face, and was instantly shaken by Trelawney's blow.

Trelawney, YYDS!

Six years later, Trelawney used the big headshot technique on Voldemort in advance, which made countless Death Eaters tremble in fear and dare not look back.

"You are seeking death!" Voldemort glared at Trelawney.

Trelawney's heart suddenly trembled, and she suddenly rolled her eyes and pointed at Voldemort with a trembling finger...

"You are bound to be in great trouble!"

Hermione was almost mad to death. She originally thought that the professor would directly join the war and fight Voldemort with her!

Why did you suddenly start pretending?

The problem was... what made little Hermione extremely dumbfounded was that Voldemort actually stood there.

He stared hard at Trelawney and uttered a sentence through gritted teeth.

"you again--!"

Trelawney was confused and had no idea what was wrong with Professor Quirrell.

But as she was experienced in deceiving people, her face did not turn red and her heart did not beat. She just rolled her eyes, trembled, and yelled at Voldemort.

"O wicked servant, you will never be good!"

"Because evil is destined to fail!"

Hermione rolled her eyes and almost turned to Alika, but Voldemort actually fell into a subtle hesitation, even a frenzy.

"Say!"

"Go on!"

To Hermione, Trelawney looked a lot like the charlatan on the streets of London who asked her to read tarot cards;

But for Voldemort, the magic stick in front of him actually predicted his downfall and was the key to his downfall.

People who do not believe in fate do so because they have never obeyed their fate. This is the pain that they have personally experienced.

Trelawney trembled and said, "Today! Just today!"

"Why?" Voldemort was confused, "If Dumbledore is not here, who can stop me?"

"I!"

As if fate was answering his question, a powerful curse rose from behind and knocked Voldemort several meters away!

With Hermione, Neville, Trelawney... yes, her... looking in surprised eyes, Rhine walked out from the other end of the corridor, and with a stroke of the wand in his hand, he pulled the three of them behind him.

He tilted his head: "Professor Trelawney, thank you."

Just now, he was slowly walking towards the castle, and when he saw the flickering magic light here from a distance, he suddenly ran over.

If Trelawney hadn't stopped her in time, he would have only had time to collect Hermione's body.

Trelawney held out three fingers: "Sydney, I want the best."

"..." Rhine pretended not to hear and looked back at Voldemort who was getting up. "We meet again. How are you going to run away this time? Voldemort?"

"Boom!"

Trelawney rolled her eyes sincerely this time and fell to the ground twitching.

what did she do?

She actually used a vodka bottle to behead Voldemort?

"You knew it was me?" Voldemort's heart sank, "When?"

Rhine smiled slightly: "The battle outside the village of Autry-Saint Catchpol."

"..." Voldemort was completely dumbfounded.

As a co-writer, you thought you had been acting flawlessly for a year, but it was accidentally revealed at the end. As a result, you watched the show without saying a word for a year?

He, who had directed "Rubber Hagrid: A Life for the Acromantula" when he was a student, was heartbroken at this moment.

"Dumbledore..." Voldemort asked with the slightest hint of luck.

Rhine nodded: "It should only be earlier than me, not later than me."

If you are a normal person, you will probably reflect at this time, even if it is just out of reluctance, you will review yourself to see where you made mistakes and where you need to improve.

But is Voldemort a normal person?

For things he couldn't understand, he chose... not to think about it anymore!

"Okay," Voldemort nodded, "You win this time, sooner or later I will..."

But Rhine interrupted directly: "Who gave you the confidence that you can escape Hogwarts smoothly?"

"Hey hey hey hey~"

Voldemort burst out with his trademark laughter and stared at Rhine fiercely.

"You think you can keep me?"

The Rhine wand slowly raised: "It's okay to try... I'm not you, I have the cost of trial and error."

Voldemort suddenly felt a chill in his vest, and suddenly the whole figure ducked away!

"Avada eats a big melon!"

A dazzling green light flew past his head!

For the first time since he came out of Azkaban, Rhine no longer used those small-time magic spells, but directly used his big move——

die!

No counterspell!

Straight to the soul!

Avada Kedavra!

This melon will definitely stay ripe!