Hogwarts Archmage

A group of people gathered together and wandered around for a long time without finding the so-called organizer. Finally, they all stared at the cult they thought was the culprit.

The cultist was feeling uncomfortable because he was rejected by the angel in his mind. He looked up at them and muttered: "A bunch of rubbish."

This sentence completely ignited the emotions of the contestants in the grassland area. A strong man took the lead, and his fists as big as sandbags directly smashed out all his teeth.

The others were not to be outdone, crowding in and swarming towards him. In just a few seconds, they beat him until he was lying on the ground unable to get up.

"All petrochemical!"

A pleasant female voice came over, and all the people fighting were frozen in place, unable to move.

A gentle force lifted their bodies, pushed them aside, and then released their bonds.

Everyone looked over together.

The girl in front of her is about 1.7 meters tall. She is wearing a robe embroidered with stars and moon patterns. Her hair is darker than the blackest ink, but her skin is white and glowing. It is not that sickly white but is very delicate. Her figure is very delicate. Everywhere is just right, and there are small jewelry with some mysterious colors on the wrists and hair.

A pair of dark pupils glanced around the group of people, and Margaery said calmly: "We will not erase what you have done. This is your own choice."

"No! You can't do that! You have no right to do such a thing! I'm going to court to sue you!"

There was a piercing shout from the opposite side, and the group of guys rushed towards her at the same time.

Margaery waved the wand in her hand, and her mentor Snape's special skill Shen Feng Wuying directly opened a large hole in the non-lethal parts of these people, causing everyone to lose their mobility and fall to the ground. Wail.

"We may not really have the power to do this, but we have the strength."

She said a little unhappy: "I originally planned to blur your faces, but now it seems that I have to think about it again."

Then he looked at a corner of the room: "Dobby, treat their wounds. I don't want to see them die here."

After saying that, he turned around and walked out of here.

Dobby's figure soon appeared in the originally empty corner. He opened a padlocked box, took out a bundle of healing potions, and stuck it very roughly into the throats of the guys who fell on the ground.

In his opinion, Margery was still too kind. Since she couldn't kill anyone, she just let them scream like this.

However, out of professionalism, it still treated the injuries of these guys honestly.

It's just that both it and Margaery herself "ignored" one thing. There is the most essential difference between the Shadowless Blade and the Cutting Curse. For example... this thing is not that easy to treat, and the vicious emotions when casting the spell The negative magic brought by it cannot be solved with a bottle of potion, even if this potion was made by Margaery.

These medicines did stop their bleeding and ensured that they would not be infected, but the wounds and the exposed flesh were not so easy to repair. They could only wait for time for the magic attached to them to be completely eliminated. Heal yourself after it dissipates, or go to the wizard's hospital to solve the problem...

Of course, there is another solution, which is to cut off all the flesh near the wound so that it can be sutured directly, but the non-infection and non-bleeding state maintained by the magic potion will also be ineffective.

Now it seems that the least injured among this group of grassland eliminateers is the cultist and his lover in the grassland. He has developed this lady into a follower of the god he believes in. They don't care about their "strongness" "Perfect" body was seen by others, and because my face was hurting at the time, I didn't follow Margaery.

When Dobby saw that he had lost a set of teeth, he thoughtfully gave him a bone spirit stuck in his throat to make his teeth grow back.

He stood up and patted the dust on his body. Fortunately, he found that the key to the lounge was still hanging on his finger. Looking at the people screaming everywhere, he smiled proudly, went over to hug his fellow believer, and walked toward him together. Walking to the lounge, he planned to have more spiritual and physical communication with this new believer before the game ended.

Not long after, Dobby dragged the guys on the ground like dogs to death and threw them into their respective lounges.

At this time, those who were eliminated first and were watching the excitement came together. The replay on the screen was so exciting that they had no intention of missing it, especially when the protagonist was still beside them.

"Why do I feel that...their moods changed so suddenly, as if they were suddenly hit by a love potion, and one by one they started to go into heat?"

A middle-aged man sitting in the back row, holding a wad of toilet paper after a short period of self-cultivation, like a saint, asked a question.

After calming down, he discovered some problems.

The thoughts and emotions of this group of people changed too suddenly. It was really not like what an ordinary brain-dead cultist could do. Instead, it really seemed like they had been poisoned or cursed.

However, he calmed down, but others did not. Everyone gave him a few casual words and continued to watch the scene on the screen intently.

The middle-aged man thought about it for a long time and couldn't figure out what was going on, but the cooling-off period had passed and he started his own practice again.

On the other side, Margery, who returned to the tea house, sat down on the sofa in a depressed mood and muttered: "These idiots..."

"Okay, don't be angry, drink some water." Ma En handed her a glass of lemonade and comforted her.

He had already seen what happened downstairs just now. He had to say that Margery did not have a good face, but these people were indeed too impatient. If they had listened for ten more seconds, they would not have ended up like this.

Margaery shook her head. She was not angry with a group of Muggles, but was angry about something else.

Although it was winter and it was very cold, in a warm black tea house, a glass of ice-cold honey lemonade at a suitable temperature still made her energetic and relieved her mood.

"Is there anything warmer and happier to watch? It's so boring to watch a group of people die in various ways." Esther asked, moving from the armrest of the sofa to Ma En's lap.

Hermione, who was sitting on the single sofa opposite, raised the parchment in her hand and tapped it with her wand. Soon, the picture on the parchment was projected onto the smooth wall. In this wave of grassland, everyone After the army was annihilated, Ma En had not cast another image for the time being.

Max is taking a little girl to fry scorpions in the desert.