Hogwarts: I'm really not the third Dark Lord

A transparent wall of air appeared outside the store. As soon as those strange explosive props hit the wall of air, they were bounced away, rolled to the side and exploded.

Bojinbok breathed a sigh of relief, carefully came to the window, and peered down.

There was such a big commotion here, but none of the other residents in Kwankui Alley even came out to check. It was as if they all suddenly became deaf.

Of course, Bojinbok didn't count on them.

He squinted his eyes and observed several dark figures not far away.

These murderers were all covered in black robes. Even from a certain distance, it could be seen that they were quite tall, almost as tall as the gamekeeper at Hogwarts.

They gathered together and seemed to be fiddling with something.

That kind of strange prop can't break through the store's defense. These people should come here in person, right?

Bojinbok held his breath, preparing for another big one when they got closer.

The next moment, he saw the people in black suddenly disperse to both sides, and the thing they had been playing with made a muffled sound.

Immediately afterwards, the fire flashed away, and a strange cone-shaped object with a long tail of smoke crossed a distance of tens of meters in an instant and hit the magic shield directly.

Different from the small balls just now, these cones exploded as soon as they hit the wall of air, and the slowly blooming fireballs were particularly eye-catching in the night.

Bo Jinbok's expression changed, and a crack appeared on a ring on the middle finger of his right hand.

This means that the intensity of the attack on the shield has approached the protection limit.

The magic shield, which could withstand dozens of adult wizards casting coma spells at the same time, was almost destroyed at once!

The man's angry voice came from the wind: "It's so fucking hard! Give him a few more shots!"

Bojinbok was heartbroken when he heard this. He hurriedly opened the window, shouted surrender, and conjured up a white cloth with one hand, waving it vigorously.

But maybe his voice was too quiet and people didn't hear him, or maybe the rising smoke blocked their view and people didn't see his white flag.

In short, a few minutes later, three cones hit the magic shield again.

After two deafening explosions, the already shaky magic shield immediately dissipated, and the third cone slipped into Bojinbok's bedroom along the open window.

"fxxk!"

Bojinbok only had time to curse and hurriedly cast all the protective magic he could think of on himself.

"Armor protection!"

"All protection!"

"Boom!"

The boundless light almost blinded his eyes, followed by a sharp pain that hurt everywhere in his body.

"It's over..."

An idea suddenly popped into Bojinbok's mind, and he immediately fell into endless darkness.

……

When Bojinbok woke up again, he found that he seemed to be in a dungeon somewhere, with no one around him.

The ground was very cold, and Bojinbok moved his body, trying to sit up first.

He failed several times with such a simple action.

He always felt that the feedback his body gave him was particularly strange. Bojinbok glanced at it subconsciously, and then froze.

Everything from his elbows to his knees was missing, and bandages were randomly tied around the broken parts.

"I was caught by a group of ruthless people!"

Bojinbok smiled bitterly, the only ones who liked to torture a person's body like this were those werewolves and vampires.

Dark wizards prefer the Cruciatus Curse.

"I'm not as cruel as you think."

A voice came from not far away.

There are people nearby!

Due to the angle at which he was lying, he never noticed it!

Bojinbok raised his head upwards hard. Even if he died, he would die clearly, and he would know whose hands he died in!

Just listen to the man say again: "You are still ruthless, you dare to sell five hundred galleons for five galleons."

Bojinbok's heart skipped a beat as a figure appeared in his mind.

However, in his impression, the man was just a poor man, and he was later captured and sent to Azkaban for two years.

After he was released, he hugged someone's lap and became richer. He also asked him to redeem a magic book passed down from his family.

He wouldn't be called Bojin Bock unless he was stabbed hard.

Anyway, no matter who his background is, as long as he is involved in the British magic world, he will be requested from time to time.

Those people will not fall out with themselves over a loser.

That’s what Bojin Bock thought and did.

But this stab might be a bit harsh, and the guy actually ran away like that.

Forget it, at worst, I'll give him less money the next time I come.

Soon, Bojinbok put this episode behind him.

Unexpectedly, when I saw him again, the positions of both parties were reversed, and I became a prisoner, crawling at his feet.

Could it be that I thought wrongly, that guy's backer was really willing to stand up for him?

Damn!

Not to mention Benson, even after his father was resurrected, his alchemy skills were still far behind his own.

Except for alchemy, the gap between the two is even greater.

After all, he was also an official graduate of Hogwarts, so he was much better than Benson, a wild boy.

Bojinbok racked his brains and couldn't figure out how anyone could be willing to deal with him for Benson.

Could it be that he hooked up with some rich woman?

For love, women can do anything. This is the only possibility that Bo Jinbok can think of.

I wish you to be blessed with happy balls and happy fire from rich women every day!

Bojinbok thought viciously, barely calming down the resentment in his heart.

"Whoever you have behind you, she's in big trouble." Bojinbok said calmly, looking in the direction of the sound.

Unsurprisingly, one of the two people standing there was indeed Benson. Judging from his well-dressed appearance, he looked a bit human-like. No wonder he was able to deceive a rich woman...

Bojinbok sneered and looked at the pudgy figure beside him.

At this glance, he was immediately put off.

It was a middle-aged man, and he knew him!

"Ivan Greengrass!" He said the name through gritted teeth, "What? The Greengrass family wants to take action against me? Don't forget, only I can help you deal with the things hidden in your family... "

"No, no, no." Ivan waved his hand, "I am not my dear brother, and I cannot represent the Greengrass family..."

"If you're not the Greengrass family, can you two losers catch me?"

Bojinbok simply broke the jar and threw it away.

Since these two people dared to let themselves see their faces, they would never let themselves get out alive.

Ivan shook his head and looked at him with pity: "Sure enough, people like you can't understand the wisdom of that great man."