[hp] stay out of it

The followers seem to have smelled some signal, and they are gearing up and ready to move. Is this going to be a siege?

I don't want to be beaten...

It took about 5 minutes for get out of class to end now, and the students all ran to the auditorium, and the corridor was empty.

The meaning of refusing Dan Qi's help just now was originally intended to practice with the magic that he had practiced recently.But just now I was "shocked" warningly by Order, and I found that I was too confident in how well I fit into this world.

Cocooning...

It's not difficult to get rid of these big guys with magic, but it will be more fun after being noticed by the teacher.I didn't pay attention to these at first, but for the sake of safety, I had to give up using the most convenient method to solve the upcoming violence after school.I secretly flexed my wrist and decided to get Malfoy done first.

At this moment, little Malfoy was trying to suppress his disgusted expression. He probably felt that I had humiliated him, and now he was a little annoyed: "What have you been studying all day? Freak!"

As an 11-year-old little wizard, I feel he does this duty about "freaks" justice.As for the brutal black magic, I can't say I like it, but if there is such a book, I won't refuse it.

I smiled sinisterly, jumped over the desk with one hand, grabbed Malfoy's shoulder, and pressed the tip of my wand against his neck as a sharp weapon: "Get out of the way, please get out of the way." I said to the leader, Crabbe , "I still want to eat."

Malfoy felt his throat move, and it seemed he didn't want to eat.Seeing that Crabbe hesitated for a moment, Malfoy said softly, "Listen to him."

The two big men, Crabbe and Goyle, moved out of the way, and then the two men behind them also moved out of the way.

I used this classic hostage-taking posture to walk out of the classroom with Malfoy in my arms, but the people behind didn't follow.

Walking out of the classroom, I let go of the hostage and prepared to leave. The hostage Malfoy wiped his neck with the back of his hand: "Put the wand in such a deadly place, who are you trying to threaten."

I was stunned. I subconsciously pressed against his neck, but I didn't think about it. Pressing against his neck is the result of life and death. This move really has no deterrent effect among 11-year-old children who fight together...

I raised my eyebrows and looked at Malfoy again. He didn't feel nervous at all, and he was looking at me coldly. Compared with the flamboyant little boy just now, he really looks like a noble pureblood now.

Being tricked by a little boy...

"Then why did you ask Crabbe to get out of the way?" I wondered.

"I dare not put my life," Malfoy raised his chin, completely restored his trademark contemptuous posture, "in the hands of a crazy person."

It seems that my book saved my first hijacking experience... I touched my nose resentfully, thanking "The Origin of Dark Magic in the 16th Century" and didn't care about the arrogant expression of this little wizard Malfoy. , turned and left.

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I am used to staying up late at night, and my roommates are also used to me spending time alone in the common room when everyone is sleeping.I opened the book "Tracing the Origin of Black Magic in the 16th Century" and held it in my hand. I felt the extremely disgusting taste, and by the way, I saw the magic scene brought by this book (if it is the same as my 3D If there is any difference in the projection, it is that the projection made by magic is so real that it is a bit distorted)... I can't stand it, I still don't have the perseverance to hold it and read it, so I have to put it on the table and flip through it page by page.

Thinking of Malfoy, there won't be any psychological shadow left... The laws of the Muggle world are very strict on the spread of violent and bloody images, and I don't know how wizards treat these things... However, judging from the strict control of related books in the library, it is estimated that the management is also very cautious.

In the past two hours, I probably finished browsing the rest of the content. During the period, I experienced the organ sacrifice of a group of Indians covered in blood. Their images set up a bonfire in the Ravenclaw lounge. The dance steps with broken joints are howling something-fortunately, this book did not restore the sound, because judging from the movements of their desperately pulling the vocal cords, the singing will definitely not make people feel happy.

There is also a chapter about seizing the power of the black cat is simply crooked. The moment I turned that page, it was almost a puddle of meat sauce spread on the writing, and the indescribable smell (or smell like something out of a chemical laboratory What kind of accident) hit my face, and the smoke made my head dizzy.But as far as this pile of meat sauce is lying there lifeless, this can even be said to be a relatively peaceful scene in this book.

After reading the last chapter about black magic interrogation and torture, I think I need some fresh air. My mind is full of insidious curses and cruel methods. If I go straight back to sleep, it will definitely not end well.I closed the book, stood by the window of the drawing room, and didn't find it doing much to help me, and finally decided to go and relax in the dark, deserted castle.So I went back to the bedroom to put away the books, then took off all the things that marked the college on my body, walked through the Ravenclaw lounge, gently opened the door of the Ravenclaw dormitory, and slipped into the corridor of the castle.

The bronze eagle suddenly told me that it would be better not to wander around Ravenclaw, because Peeves seems to have gotten into a fight with a portrait there tonight.I was taken aback because I hadn't seen it initiate a conversation with anyone except when I entered the door, but before I could think of a decent reply, the bronze eagle returned to its usual wise and serious statue and stared ahead up.I didn't talk, said thank you, and went down the stairs.

The moonlight was reflected in the corridor through the arched windows in the corridor. I walked alone in the castle, and suddenly I felt that this kind of scenery was a waste every night if no one enjoyed it: quiet, quiet, and most importantly, without Chattering students radiate their stupid brainwaves.