Hogwarts: The Dark Lord? No! Call Me Satan

I saw the man wrapped in sheets...

Well, from the appearance point of view, it can barely be defined as a person.

There was not a single intact spot left on his body.

Smoked, frozen, and various pastes of unknown ingredients exuded a stench and an indescribable pungent taste.

[Ding! Confused emotion detected!]

[Ding! The treasure chest is being extracted for the host!]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting a golden treasure chest!]

"Child, what is this?"

"Professor, this is Horse King Cus Flint!"

"Malfoy found him secretly practicing dark magic in an abandoned classroom. He told Malfoy that he was preparing to take revenge on Kyle."

With that said, Harley sent a friendly greeting to the naughty kid.

Then he told Malfoy and their inferences.

"So, you concluded that Mr. Flint is the heir to the Chamber of Secrets because he secretly practices black magic?"

After hearing this argument, Dumbledore felt bad.

Good guy!

Although black magic is strictly prohibited by the Ministry of Magic, this young wizard comes from a pure-blood family.

Especially among the senior students, how many of them don’t know how to use black magic?

This is already an unspoken rule. After all, the school can't stop them from practicing the magic passed down from their families, right?

As long as it is not used in the school or causes adverse effects, the school will not interfere too much.

"Not only that, Professor, but also because Flint practices magic that I have never seen before!"

"It's most likely the magic he obtained in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets!" Draco Malfoy quickly added upon seeing this.

"So, Mr. Malfoy..."

"What I want to ask is, have you seen much, or even all, dark magic?" Dumbledore looked at Malfoy.

Malfoy was stopped in one sentence.

How to answer this question?

Did you say you've seen it?

Where did you see it? Who used it? Did the other party use black magic to commit the crime?

The series of questions that followed were impossible to answer!

As for not seeing much Dark Magic?

Then why do you think Marcus Flint is the heir to the Chamber of Secrets?

[Ding! Depressed mood detected!]

[Ding! The treasure chest is being extracted for the host!]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting a silver treasure chest! 】

Fortunately, Dumbledore didn't pursue this issue too much.

"I think we'd better wake Mr. Flint up and ask questions now!"

"Clear spring like water!"

A "Clear Water Charm" was cast, and a stream of water flowed from the tip of Dumbledore's Elder Wand.

into Marcus Flint's face.

After washing away the sticky unknown object on his face, Marcus finally saw his bruised and swollen face.

"Woo?"

"I am..."

"Damn it, how dare you attack me!" After a moment, Marcus slowly woke up.

First he looked confused, and then he seemed to remember something...

His eyes widened in anger.

"Oh, calm down, Mr. Flint!"

"You are safe now. I think you will satisfy my curiosity as an old man!"

"Can you tell me what just happened?"

It wasn't until Dumbledore's business sounded and Marcus saw his position clearly that he came back to his senses.

While glaring at the three Malfoys, he told what he had just experienced.

After being retaliated against by naughty children one after another, the Flint family paid protection fees through Snape!

Marcus then ushered in a period of peace.

However, before Kyle entered school, as Slytherin's Quidditch captain, Flint was also a relatively high-status person among the little snakes.

If you want to say that you are willing to just let it go, that must be a lie!

So during this period, Flint spent all his energy on practicing magic.

I hope to improve my strength and regain my place with the naughty kid and get my revenge.

Until this evening...

Flint still practices dark magic in an abandoned classroom.

Malfoy came over...

The two of them are brothers in trouble. No matter how close their relationship is, they are the only people in Slytherin who can communicate with each other.

So we started to have some small talk.

Just chatting...

Malfoy said he wanted to show Marcus a treasure.

...Please give me flowers...

Marcus didn't think much about it and started exploring curiously...

...

He just saw a dozen big dung eggs thrown at him!

This was specially made by the Weasley twins and had long surpassed the level of the original inventors of this prank prop.

Paprika!

Cough powder!

Itchy powder!

Diarrhea powder!

This is all trivial, but what’s even more outrageous is that there is even pus from the baba tubers.

Marcus felt as if his eyes were covered with oil from coughing.

And paprika and stuff!

It just hurts and itches!

That alone is not enough.

Harley and Ronald, who had been hiding in the invisibility cloak and lurking in the classroom, also jumped out.

mm

Both of them were holding "improved versions" of Libijo's fireworks in their hands.

That scene...

To Marcus, inhumane was putting it mildly.

in the office

After Marcus finished telling his story.

Old Dengtou was completely stunned.

...

Why does this style of painting feel a bit like a naughty child!

no!

Since when did the school become like this?

Forget about Kyle, why is the savior even crooked?

[Ding! Depressed mood detected!]

[Ding! The treasure chest is being extracted for the host!]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting a golden treasure chest!]

"Professor, this matter must not end like this. I was actually attacked in Hogwarts!"

"I will definitely write and tell my dad!"

Marcus Flint glared at Harry and the three of them fiercely, and then angrily expressed his protest to Dumbledore.

Harry and Potter were originally prepared to take credit, but they were dumbfounded when they saw this scene.

If Marcus is really the heir to the Chamber of Secrets, he obviously cannot be so angry!

That means...

Did you catch the wrong person?

[Ding! Three confused emotions detected!]

[Ding! The treasure chest is being extracted for the host!]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting three silver treasure chests!]

PS: The temperature was 30 degrees Celsius, I was dragged up a mountain by the subject, and I was paralyzed from exhaustion...work...