Sign In To Hogwarts, I Lead The Magical Revolution

"Students don't sleep! Students don't sleep at night!"

The classroom is now almost Peeves' paradise.

I saw so many students group night tours. Peeves was on a stimulant, screaming around the classroom ceiling.

"Peeves, shut up!"

Amber has long heard of Peeves, but because of the bloody Barrow, Peeves is not very close to Slytherin's territory.

Today was also the first time Amber experienced Peeves' bad character.

But this time, Peeves is clearly looking for the wrong person to provoke.

Amber is not a parent who is used to children. Seeing Peeves making trouble, he immediately pulled out his wand.

The tip of the wand flashed red light, and with Amber's low voice, a transparent red light burst out, hitting Peeves directly.

When he saw this red light just now, Peeves didn't care.

He has a special shape, and most magic is of no use to him.

But when this magic hit him in an arc in mid-air, Peeves felt a trace of unease in his heart.

He subconsciously wanted to escape, but the magic beam was fleeting.

In the next second, he lost his five senses and experienced boundless fear.

"Peeves, what's the matter?"

This magic of Amber attracted everyone's attention. At this time, Peeves, the whole ghost curled up into a ball.

The body became extremely transparent, floating on the ceiling like a ball, shaking violently.

"It's just an unpopular magic, let's go."

Glancing indifferently at Peeves on the ceiling, Amber put away his wand, explained a perfunctory sentence, opened the door first and walked out of the classroom.

"Hey, I said Amber, you magic..."

"Weasley, if you don't speak, no one treats you as dumb. If you were caught by Filch and fired home, your parents would be very happy."

Malfoy rudely interrupted Ronald's question, with a nasty smile on his face:

"Being able to afford one child's tuition less, I'm afraid it will save a lot of money for your family, right?"

"Malfoy!"

"Can you two shut up?"

Unable to bear the constant quarrel between the two, Hermione suddenly became furious.

The little witch felt very aggrieved. It was originally what these guys did together, and now they have to let Amber wipe their butts.

What's even more irritating is that these guys have no guilt at all for causing trouble, and until now they are still entangled in some trivial grievances and quarrels between them.

"Felch is here, this way."

He glanced at the people behind him. Amber didn't care about the row between them.

Hearing the sound of fast approaching footsteps on the stairs, Amber turned with everyone's toes and turned into a corridor.

At the end of this corridor, there is a heavy door standing there. There were portraits and walls on either side, and it looked like they had reached a dead end.

"Why does it feel like Filch is pushing us here on purpose?"

Approaching the door slowly, Amber frowned instinctively.

Of course he knew what was behind the door. In the route just now, Amber also deliberately avoided this area.

But Filch was always able to appear in front of them at the right time, constantly compressing their escape space until they got here.

"It must be that old bee again."

In a flash of thought, the figure of a white-bearded old man appeared in Amber's mind.

"The Savior Cultivation Program, maybe you want to test me?"

After pouting, Amber lifted his feet and walked towards the room.

The form is stronger than the person, and he has to develop steadily in this school for seven years.

Going against the old bee is obviously not a wise choice.

What's more, the old bee fell in love with and killed his teacher for a while, and Amber had to consider the old man's thoughts.

Slowly opening the heavy wooden door, everyone filed in and entered the dark room.

As the wooden door closed, Filch's increasingly heavy footsteps disappeared outside the door, and after a while, he limped away toward the distance.

"It's finally safe."

Hearing the footsteps disappearing at the door, Ronald sat down on the ground, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Others also have lingering fears. With so many people traveling together at night, if they are caught by Filch, they may not necessarily usher in any kind of punishment.

"Safe? Not necessarily."

Seeing everyone breathe a sigh of relief, Amber shook his head, the tip of his wand flashing fluorescently.

The bright light of soybeans. Not enough to illuminate a large area, but enough to allow them to see the layout of the room.

For example, standing in front of them at this time, there is a three-headed dog five or six meters high.

"what--"

Looking at the three-headed dog with a ferocious face, smelling the stinky saliva, and then looking at the sharp fangs.

Except for Hermione, who was already pale and collapsed to the ground, the other three suddenly shouted heartily.

"To shut up!"

The shrill screams nearly pierced Amber's eardrums, and he had to yell to stop them.

But it was too late. The huge noise became the last straw that overwhelmed the camel. The three-headed dog had given up observation, and with three big mouths, it was about to bite them.

"Quickly Imprisoned"

Amber released a spell without rest, knocking the three-headed dog back half a step.

"You go first."

The incantation hit the three-headed dog, and it just splashed a bunch of sparks. Seeing this scene, Amber's face suddenly sank.

Careless.

Amber originally thought that there was a limit to how strong the three-headed dog was.

After all, it was a novice level for Harry and the others. With his own strength, it should not be a problem to solve such a three-headed dog.

But I didn't expect this guy's magic resistance to be so high.

In this case, Amber has no time to think about the fuel bottles behind him.

"What about you? Amber!"

Obviously, several of them are not conscious of dragging oil bottles.

Watching the tip of Amber's wand shoot out one after another spell, he could only try his best to keep the three-headed dog from coming forward.

Hermione and the others also subconsciously pulled out their wands and used the few magics they only knew to attack the three-headed dog.

"These guys..."

Seeing this scene, Amber was slightly touched.

He could feel the love that Hermione and others had for him, but judging from the current situation, they were just adding to the chaos.

The colorful spell hit the three-headed dog, making the three-headed dog more and more violent.

Seeing that the chain under the three-headed dog's feet has been stretched to the limit, it seems that it will crack in the next second.

Amber sighed, pulled away Hermione, who was subconsciously standing in front of him, raised his wand, and his face was icy.

"Snake Bondage"

Amber chanted this curse, and everyone present couldn't help but fight a cold war.

They only felt that the temperature in the house suddenly dropped, and at the tip of Amber's wand, black mist snakes with the thickness of buckets coiled around one after another, winding continuously around the body of the three-headed dog.

When the black mist on the poisonous snake touched the hair of the three-headed dog, it suddenly sizzled, and black smoke came out, causing the three-headed dog to roar again in pain.

The black mist that seemed to be thick and condensed actually contained quite violent toxins, which could break through the three-headed dog's anti-sky magic resistance, causing real damage to it.

And there is more than one such black mist viper.

Seeing that the body of the three-headed dog was about to be drowned by the black mist and poisonous snakes, Amber put away his wand with satisfaction.

Just kidding, anyone can take advantage of him?

Since the old bee wanted to test him, he had to deal with the mess he left behind.

"It's done, let's go."

Looking at the stunned people, Amber burst into laughter, opened the wooden door first and walked out.

"Hey, Amber."

on the road. Filch had disappeared by now.

However, Ronald seemed to be restless and hesitantly opened his mouth several times before hesitantly asked:

"Hey, Amber, you used black magic just now, didn't you?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

Amber doesn't shy away from talking about this.

"What's wrong? Those who use black magic are all black wizards. They are the most evil beings."

Looking at Ronald's indignant expression, Amber couldn't help but sneer:

"So what? Whether magic is evil or not depends on whether the person who uses it is evil."

"You think there are a few professors in the school who don't know the dark magic. Is it Dumbledore who doesn't? Or Professor McGonagall who doesn't."

Having said that, Amber shook his head, grabbed the back of Draco's neck, and turned in the direction of the Slytherin lounge.

Only four lions were left looking at each other with different expressions.

Gryffindor Tower.

After experiencing such an exciting thing just now, none of Harry felt sleepy.

They were sitting by the fireplace, discussing what had just happened.

"I thought Amber was a different Slytherin, but I didn't expect him to know black magic! Sure enough, Slytherin doesn't have a good thing."

Nestled in the sofa, Ronald said angrily.

"It's the black magic that saved your life today, Ronald Weasley, and if you hadn't had to fight some kind of duel, none of this would have happened tonight."

Hearing Ronald's slander of Amber, Hermione was furious.

He slapped the textbook in his hand heavily on the table, stood up and said coldly:

"If you are really so righteous, you should find a way to deal with the dog at the time, not some black magic waiting for you to look down on to save your life!"

"So what? Black magic is black magic! There can be no good people who use black magic!"

Ronald blushed, also stood up and retorted.

"Yeah, yeah. So what are you doing when you're facing that big dog? Lying on the floor and peeing your pants?"

After a sharp rebuttal, Hermione rolled her eyes, picked up the book and walked towards the girls' dormitory.

Leaving Ronald alone in the lounge, roaring violently:

"I'll tell Professor McGonagall! The dark wizard who uses dark magic!"

"Yeah, but first you have to explain how you got to that room."

Peng slammed the door shut, completely isolating Hermione and the people in the lounge into two worlds.

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