Hogwarts The Dark Arts Awakened

The green light without the wand in his hand began to flicker.

Suddenly, a spell hit Ron Weasley, sending him flying dozens of meters.

He jumped directly over the crowd and hit the wall at the entrance of the auditorium.

who is it? !

Look at the big, fat, ugly pink toad.

Dolores Umbridge showed a cheerful smile: "Hahahaha... Stupid Gryffindor, don't forget, what are you being punished for?! You... still want to kill the noble... Slytherin?..."

Her expression was smug and proud, with a sinister and smiling expression.

This spell is clearly black magic.

Almost instantly, countless abscesses appeared on Ron Weasley's body as he slid from the wall to the ground and rolled again on the ground.

Strange flesh sprouts grew out of Ron's body.

It's just that these black magics that can torture people to death seem so insignificant under Starmetin's heart-breaking torment.

Ron Weasley screamed and rolled on the ground.

The abscesses burst, leaking disgusting pus and staining the ground.

Endless pain and evil thoughts emerged crazily.

Countless times I wanted to use the Death Curse to kill everyone in front of me.

Whether it's the mocking Starmetin, Dolores Umbridge, or the indifferent crowd watching.

He has killed this person ten thousand times in his heart ten thousand times...

I dare not use it.

He is desperate...

If you use the Death Curse, you will be tortured by Voldemort.

What worried and pained him the most was that Voldemort would not torture him, but would torture the people he valued...

Endless hatred and the remaining shred of reason resisted.

He could only roll back and forth on the ground.

"Despicable bug, what do you gain from bullying us first-year students?!" Hermione couldn't stand it anymore and asked angrily.

Eyes are red.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk... Dirty Mudblood... who... gave you the courage to question the holy and noble... Slytherin?!" Starmetin sneered: "It seems you should let the werewolves teach you... How it should be, respect, Slytherin..." He said loudly, with a smile on his lips.

The threat of this statement is terrifying.

It also made Hermione hate her own incompetence.

He seemed to be very satisfied with Hermione's fearful look. The freckles on his face seemed to relax a little, and he showed a joyful smile.

He looked around, hearing the screams and wails in his ears, as if he was hearing some extremely beautiful symphony.

Wave your right hand as if you were a conductor directing music.

"Here... Slytherin... is justice... Slytherin... is your king... the house where... here... everyone... must kneel in front of us and lick our Boots, begging for our mercy…”

He waved his wand excitedly.

Said loudly.

"Shut up... Your stupidity makes me sick..." A cold voice passed through the crowd.

This cold and disgusting words made him stop speaking.

The voice was cold and tall.

It was obviously a girl's voice, which was even more incredible.

Almost no girls would stand up and take advantage of this problem.

After hearing these words, the man who was giving a passionate speech fell directly into rage: "Who is it?! Stand up for me!!!..." The anger continued to rise from the depths of his heart, making him Decide that whoever you see next will teach that person a profound and unforgettable lesson.

Everyone was a little surprised, who was so bold as to interrupt the seventh grade prefect's speech.

After turning their heads and looking over, almost everyone immediately made way for this lady.

Fifth grade prefect, Vayne Nora Zwingli.

A group of followers around her proudly followed her to the front of the battlefield.

He moved forward indifferently, seeming to look at others through his nostrils.

"Wow, let me see who this is?" One of the followers beside her looked at the battlefield.

Another follower was silent for a moment: "Wow...it's Gryffindor's good old, warm-hearted brother-chan and his brothers..." Looking at the three people rolling on the ground, there was no such active response. With.

Another person smiled strangely: "Then why are my brothers and sisters still standing nearby?..."

The verbal sarcasm looked at Hermione.

Hermione was stunned for a moment and subconsciously wanted to refute.

Vayne said coldly: "Shut up, Daisy, otherwise I won't mind letting you shut up for a month..."

The girl looked very scared, shrank back, and then shut up.

Looking at the three people who were already hoarse and screaming on the ground, her cold eyes were slightly touched.

Intentionally or unintentionally, he took a deep look at Charlie.

A wave of the magic wand in his hand.

The spell stopped immediately.

The three people almost stopped and immediately fell into coma.

……

Ron Weasley looked at the girl hard.

This guy is...that woman...

He remembered the dagger girl in the trial.

Thinking this way, I feel uneasy, but I have reached my limit...

His face was swollen and bloated with blood, and his body was covered in dust and dirt.

Being tortured by the Cruciatus Curse, he was covered in sweat.

His eyelids are getting heavier and heavier...

Finally plunged into darkness.

……

"Oh? ...The second daughter of the Crevesi family, what do you think?" The seventh-grade prefect showed a rare hint of humility as he faced the girl.

That's right, from the Crevesi family.

This is a relatively recent oriental origin.

Therefore, there are some strange clan rules.

A son takes his father's surname, and a daughter takes her mother's surname.

Therefore, the girl's name is Vayne Nora Zwingli.

Her mother was Nora Zwingli.

One of her cousins ​​was Evra Crevesi.

Prefect of fourth grade.

The girl stopped moving forward and stood in front of the crowd of onlookers.

The followers lined up behind him, and their momentum seemed to be boundless.

Everyone watched in surprise as Vayne Nora Zwingli, who suddenly appeared and wailed in pain as the three people rolled on the ground, released the curse.

Being able to forcibly stop three people's heart-breaking and bone-cutting black magic is already an amazing operation.

She said calmly: "I said... your stupidity makes me feel sick. Lord Voldemort is Lord Voldemort, you, it is you... In Lord Voldemort's eyes... we are just a little bit nobler... Death Eater Legion There are so many other college wizards among you, do you... want to offend the entire wizarding world?! Please don't bring us Slytherins with you... Your behavior is just to discredit the sacred and noble Slytherin!" She Say it word for word.

"Why do you think you...can represent us Slytherins and Lord Voldemort?"

Her disgusted tone and feelings were palpable.

Wearing a green Slytherin wizard robe, she looked cold, noble and proud.

His burgundy eyes looked at the man in front of him coldly.

He casually pulled out his wand and magic-breaking blade.

"I used to think you were just plain stupid, just like other Slytherin prefects... But now I find... you are so stupid... not as good as Constantine Stancius (the seventh-year senior who was defeated by Charlie) (President, now at a disadvantage because he was defeated by Gryffindor) You are not worthy of being the prefect of seventh grade. I challenge you, do you dare to accept it?"

As he spoke, he waved his wand, bowed gracefully, and saluted.

This behavior made the people around him very surprised, and the surprised expressions were reflected on their faces.

Even the entourage following her entered a state of confusion and confusion.

He couldn't keep his proud and arrogant expression.

The two girls opened their mouths slightly, seeming to ask.

ah? ...