curse the world at hogwarts

"Boom boom boom boom!"

In the small and dark office, colorful magical light exploded, covering almost every corner.

Even if the people inside don't die, it will be difficult for them to escape intact.

"stop!"

The leader, McNeil, stopped the others, stuck out his tongue and licked his lips hard.

"I want to see...who rushes to enjoy my 'service'!"

Others shook their heads helplessly.

This executioner is a lunatic, sent by powerful people. They cannot stop the other party from being a pervert.

No matter who is inside, they will suffer cruel torture at the hands of this guy.

Think about it, the invaders felt extremely happy!

"Boom!"

McNeil was tall and he tore off the broken door with one hand and rushed in with the iron armor spell.

"Falling into my hands is your reward... huh?"

As far as the eye can see, there is not a single figure, and not a trace of blood.

"hiss--!"

He suddenly took a breath of cold air and turned around to yell at his companions.

"Small……"

"Hey~"

"Ouch!!!!"

"call out--!"

"Kick-kick-kick--!"

"Heart!"

Just as McNeil finished this short sentence, two more people behind him went directly to see the God of Magic.

"Aoao" was directly penetrated by invisible magic from behind.

"Giggle" was dragged high into the sky by the magic rope and his neck bones were broken on the spot.

But there is still no trace of that enemy!

"A total strike!!!"

McNeil had countless ghosts under his command, and was far more sensitive to murderous intent than anyone else, so he immediately issued the order.

“No gaps can be left!!!”

In the blink of an eye, another spell pierced the darkness, intertwining into a large network that was difficult to escape in the corridor, trying to stop the attack of this invisible enemy.

However, they soon realized that all their spells were in vain, and none of them hit the target.

"puff--!"

Another intruder's head exploded with flowers.

McNeil was keenly aware of the source of the spell, and as soon as he raised his wand, he began to attack the ceiling.

Unfortunately, it failed again!

"Who the hell is this?"

Affected by the successive deaths and the unpredictable whereabouts of the enemy, the mentality of the invaders was severely affected.

However, after not having fought a decent battle in the past ten years and being eroded by the luxurious and luxurious life every day, even the few who were strong in the past have long lost their courage.

Or maybe...they are not brave enough?

The rhythm of the battle was broken, and people's minds were constantly flashing with speculation, passing through everyone who might appear here.

Is it Mag?

Is it Snape?

Or Flitwick?

Who still has this strength?

Professor Sprout: Meow meow?

Invaders: Don’t get me wrong, we just think you can attack plants, there are differences in fighting styles!

and so……

It's Flitwick!

They quickly came to an agreement.

Only that person can escape their intensive attacks unscathed!

Small in size, that’s how good it is!

Professor Flitwick: I-t-what-!

Or that old silver coin from Snape!

Professor Snape: ...

He seems speechless?

Gu Duo</span>In the interaction in his mind, while humiliating the Dean of Hogwarts one by one from a distance, the attacker paid the price of three more people.

Finally, someone broke down.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

One of the invaders turned around and ran away, his screams echoing in the small tower.

Then, he split into two halves while running, fell to the ground with a "snap~" and made no more noise.

"This friend!"

McNeil no longer attacked, but continued to apply various defensive spells on himself, trying his best to protect himself.

"We are just here to do something disgraceful. Why do we have such a deep grudge against you that you need to treat us in such a vicious way?"

In fact, he didn't care about the answer.

But McNeil has his own ideas. Even if he can't escape, he still has magic items on him that can ensure that Fudge avenges him.

As long as the true identity can be figured out, Fudge will know it afterwards.

But he is also desperate at the moment...

If it were him, he would never be exposed due to questioning.

In order to survive, he can only hold on to the slim hope and pin his life on a miracle.

Miracle……

happened!

"Hehehehehehehehe~"

Just above his head, a sinister and sinister laughter suddenly broke out.

Then, there was the sound of someone landing, revealing the appearance of this invisible enemy.

"What hatred? What resentment?"

"I have endured hardships and lived under the influence of others for more than ten years, but you are enjoying a high position and a generous salary in the Ministry of Magic..."

"Tell me, what grudge? What grudge?"

The dirty short fat man appeared in front of McNeil and the group of pure-blood factions.

Some of them are pure bloods, while others bear the mark of Death Eaters.

But no matter which one it is, it's impossible not to recognize this special and familiar face in front of you.

He has appeared in most people's memories, he has also appeared in the Ministry of Magic's commendation news, and he has even appeared in the wanted notice issued by the Ministry of Magic...

"Little... Pettigrew?!!!"

McNeil was stunned.

"Why are you really here????"

He was confused, really confused.

Before coming here, Fudge had indeed told them to make signs of Pettigrew when causing trouble, in order to induce the Ministry of Magic to conduct a forcible search of Hogwarts.

But where did Fudge say that there really was a dwarf star here? ! ! !

As a Death Eater who had betrayed Voldemort so completely that he was not only exempted from crime but also served in the Ministry of Magic, MacNeil was frightened.

Like most people, he didn't know the real level of the dead rat.

In their minds, this short, fat man who was first a great hero and then a great devil must have acquired the Dark Lord's secret knowledge.

In the past 20 years of magic history, only one person whose life or death is unknown has been able to fight such a tragic battle without the Dark Lord's secret skills.

That is……

Rhine Hunter Lyle.

McNeil never knew until his death that he had been so close to the truth.

The next battle seemed boring and empty.

It might not be enough for Rhine to defeat Lao Fu, Lao Ge, and Lao Deng, but there is no problem in dealing with a group of pampered pure-blooded trash.

What's even better is that the method he originally had doubts about became more reasonable because of Pettigrew's disguise.

According to the original plan, he was going to kill these people.

But at that time, he didn't want the other party to die so miserably, he just wanted to cripple his combat effectiveness in order to suppress the old guys from the pure-blood faction.

But the problem was that when they showed their attitude towards Alice, Rhine couldn't hold back his anger.

A group of people who were thrown out to do dirty chores, maybe just cannon fodder who could be abandoned at any time, dare to be so presumptuous towards the famous Mrs. Zabini?

Rhine seemed to understand the reason why Alice still didn't want to recall all that.

Her status and situation in the pure-blood sect may be lower and worse than imagined.

"Since you didn't come, then..."

After thinking about all this, Rhine's fangs flashed coldly at the corners of his mouth.

"I'll help you collect some interest first."

revenge?

This little blood...

Probably not enough.