There's something wrong with this Hogwarts

The vines of the devil's net bound Quirrell, and through the thin wizard robe, the fat muscles on Quirrell's body became prismatic bulges.

Quirrell struggled, and the more he struggled, the tighter the devil's net became.

"It's... really terrible!" Lucius said incoherently.

Fischer and Colby looked at each other. Of course, a man bound by a tortoise shell is nothing to look at, but what about a beautiful woman?

If Miss Ka...

Probably, that is heaven!

Mark lives in Bengbu.

What the hell did Sprout do, how did he come up with such a strange thing.

"The natural enemy of all magical girls!" Cassandra's voice was cold, and the vines of the devil's net could barely be classified as tentacle monsters.

All girl wizards will not allow this kind of thing to exist!

"Since we are not afraid of light or heat, let's use pure destruction spells to smash the devil's net into dust!"

And behind Quirrell's head, Voldemort was comforting his servant.

"Quirrell, calm down."

"Master, I'm not clean anymore!"

"No, you are not, you are not, you listen to me first, calm down."

"Master, I'm dirty!"

"Fool!" growled Voldemort. "Can you stop struggling!"

Quirrell was stunned.

"Master, what do you mean, since you can't resist, then don't resist?"

Voldemort: "..."

I didn't say that!

"Think about what the professors told you when you were in school!" Voldemort was desperate: "In addition to being afraid of light and heat, the devil's net also has fatal flaws!"

"The more you struggle, the tighter it wraps and the more you relax, it doesn't bother to talk to you."

Quirrell felt ashamed.

He graduated from Hogwarts for many years, and he didn't know when to return the knowledge to the professors except for common sense of life and professional needs.

"It sounds like the devil's net is a bit like a scumbag. The more I take the initiative, the more uncomfortable he makes me. I give up, but he makes me comfortable."

Quirrell followed Voldemort's advice to stop resisting, and closed his eyes to enjoy.

Sure enough, the vines of the devil's net gradually loosened.

"Everyone, this level is a gift, everyone, don't struggle, let it be tied!" Quirrell shouted.

The time to choose has come.

Are you going to be tricked by the devil's net, or rise up and resist?

"Thundercloud storm!"

A thundercloud rose above Cassandra's head, and the lightning roared. The vines with the devil's net came to bind her, and were knocked back by the lightning.

"Close to me!"

Cassandra's Thundercloud Storm claims to be invincible in melee combat.

Any hostile creature within three feet of her is knocked back by lightning.

The only thing to be afraid of is ranged spells and righteous gang fights by a large number of melee creatures.

"Use whatever skills you have, you don't want to be tied up like that by the devil's net, and you're willing to let others not resist, right?"

Cassandra shouted in such a voice, even if someone has a special hobby, she is too embarrassed to show it.

Quirrell: "..."

Although you didn't mention your name, I think you're talking about me.

"It's just a devil's net. How can Professor Sprout improve it? It's just a magic plant without wisdom."

"How can it compare to human wisdom?"

Mark has already told everyone about the content of Taurus, which is equivalent to an open-book exam.

If this doesn't get through easily, Mark can only point their noses and curse.

"You guys are the worst class Hogwarts has ever had!"

Fortunately, the little wizards did not live up to Mark's expectations.

"Monster Book!"

"Three Monster Books!"

"Cornish elf!"

"Civet!"

"Thunderbird!"

"Sniff!"

A large number of magical creatures were pulled out by them, and the vines of the devil's net bound the magical creatures tightly.

The magical creature had low intelligence, and struggled subconsciously after being tied up, but the more it struggled, the tighter the tie became.

The number of vines in the devil's net is limited. When most of the vines are used to bind magical animals, there are very few vines that wizards need to deal with.

They advanced steadily toward the Gemini Gate.

Cassandra was furious: "You guys actually want to sneak in? The devil's net has desecrated the dignity of the magical girl, destroy it with me!"

"Where did your powerful spells go? Why don't you use them? Fragmentation, lightning storm, clear water like a spring, water prison, each of which can bring a lot of damage to the devil's net!"

"Sister Ka, forget it." Fischer quickly stopped: "After all, it is a magical plant cultivated by Professor Sprout, so give her some face."

"Headmaster Hufflepuff's face?" Cassandra sneered: "Give her some face when you are in a good mood, but now I am in a bad mood, what is she?"

Slytherin students, why should you give face to Head Hufflepuff?

"I'm sorry, I can't pretend I didn't hear this." Daniel, the senior Hufflepuff wizard, said, "Are you telling me that there is no one in Hufflepuff?"

"Is there someone in your Hufflepuff?"

"Hey, my temper!"

"Come to practice if you don't agree?"

"Practice, practice, whoever is afraid of whom!"

"I'm afraid that if I cast a spell, I will have to kneel in front of your corpse and beg you not to die."

The senior students of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw jumped out to break the fight.

"When can't fight, but now?"

"Yes, yes, after a long time after the matter is over, we will never stop you from calling wherever you want."

"What? Someone will stop us now?"

"Brothers, the overall situation is the most important, the overall situation is the most important!"

"Where is the witch? Those who are willing to destroy the devil's net stand here!"

"Sister Ka, I don't have any objections to destroying the devil's net, but why are you only called a witch? Are you trying to create gender conflicts?"

In the distance, Quirrell was still wriggling on the ground.

He moved, the devil's net contracted, and when it couldn't move, the devil's net became loose again, and then Quirrell continued to squirm.

He squirmed extremely slowly. He looked towards the Gemini gate and saw about a hundred dark wizards divided into several groups to confront each other. Their quarreling sounds were mixed with the swaying devil's net vines and the screams of the monster book elves, completely I can't hear what the noise is about.

"mob."

Voldemort sighed.

"Quirrell, let them pay attention to the occasion."

"Where is this? It's a forbidden place for dark wizards, Hogwarts!"

"We are here to steal the Philosopher's Stone. Now that we are arguing and people are scattered, how can we lead the team?"

Quirrell continued to squirm, it doesn't matter to me, no one listens to me, and there is a black wizard leader on his head.

"Hey, it's a pity that my generals, Bella and Crouch, are not here, otherwise the twelve zodiac signs could be wiped out with a flip of a finger." Voldemort missed his loyal men.

"Now this group of black wizards are loyal, but their brains are not very good."

"We dark wizards are fighting among themselves at Hogwarts, what does it look like?"

Quirrell continued to squirm.

"Master, don't worry, I'll go over and reprimand them immediately!"

Without Quirrell opening his mouth, Mark spoke.

Mark speaks with his hands instead of his mouth.

"The follower appears!"

He moves everyone into Gemini.

Gemini has a salvo of arrows arranged by Professor Flitwick.

When faced with a crisis, no one has time to push.

however……

Mark was dumbfounded.

What about all the arrows that were agreed?

Why didn't I see anything?

Flitwick won't coo me, will he?