This Hogwarts is not normal

When Sam came back with the last witch slag, Vincent just caught up with the progress.

This lucky guy enjoyed a full thirty blows.

"Your object deforms well."

Sam picks a new lucky winner at random, "What does it mean that my object deforms well?

I have a certificate, and my grades are still excellent! "

He pounded on his stomach so hard that the opponent's face turned green from the pain.

Vincent pouted towards the shop owner, "What certificate do you think I can get?"

According to the outline of the entire back, densely packed thin steel needles are deformed, and as long as you breathe a little harder, it will pierce the skin.

"Barely able to have an intermediate transformation certificate."

"Is it the owls level?"

Sam, who was walking towards the shop owner, turned back and curled his lips, "I don't know about your British test items."

Vincent pulled out the ebony wand and collected the wands of the 13 witch slags aside.

"What about this one?" He snapped his fingers with his right hand, and cast the Birth Fire Curse silently and without a stick.

"No—" More heart-piercing screams sounded one after another.

The flames eventually fell on one of the wands.

Sam's mouth twitched violently.

To be ruthless, it would have to be Vincent who beat the witch slags like human meat sandbags, and finally burned their wands with fire.

"For silent spells and wandless spells...you should be able to get an advanced spell certificate."

After he finished speaking, he restored the thin steel needles.

The process is also an instant, and there is no difference.

It is easy to change out, but difficult to change back safely.

Vincent is re-acquainted with Sam.

"Wei - Night Demon, there are many guests outside."

"I will as soon as possible."

At first, the shop owner thought he would be saved, but the more he was beaten, the tighter he shut his mouth.

However, as more and more "new guests" were hooked in, he desperately realized a cruel reality.

That succubus killer who usually behaves normally and only does some dirty work can easily deal with several wizards at the same time.

The spells used are not fatal, but can cause more serious injuries.

Kind of like an Auror, Alastor Moody.

As for the night demon who just broke one of his ribs...

"There are a total of 206 bones in the human body. I think your store is missing dozens of bones."

The index finger that was picked up lightly moved to the side, straightened and then moved in the opposite direction.

"Ow—"

Torture again and again, is simply the devil.

"What bones do you think are missing?"

Grinning his teeth in pain, he was still in the mood to think.

"The answer is fingers and toes."

"what--"

After Vincent finished breaking off his left hand, he stopped continuing as if he lost interest.

The store owner thought he could finally breathe a sigh of relief, and then saw him use the polymorph technique to conjure a knife.

"Let's get back to the topic, who is inquiring about me?"

Wizards who know magic are also afraid of death.

By the time Sam packed up all the confiscated wands, Vincent already knew what he wanted to know.

I can't tell the gender, and I spend a lot of money.

"That person even asked me about Wayne's house." The store owner shivered and curled up,

"I think he must have hired you to deal with Wayne and the others, otherwise you wouldn't be so angry that you would reveal your true colors."

All five fingers on his right hand were broken off, and all the nails on his left hand were neatly cut off.

Sam looked forward and grabbed him by the neck, lifting him up,

"Take me to where you put your 'goods'."

The night demon is for himself, and the dream demon killer wants "goods"?

"The entrance is in the wine cellar downstairs."

Vincent frowned as soon as he entered.

The air is stale and smells nasty.

Sam in the front lights up his wand, which reflects the oak barrels piled up to the brim.

Most of them are rotten and rotted, which is probably how the taste comes from.

The shop owner, whose legs were not bound, stopped in front of a row of relatively new wine barrels,

"Under the fourth."

Sam waved his wand, and unlocked the defensive magic one by one in his astonished eyes.

"Not just ordinary curses, but also black magic props."

Black smoke was coming out of each of these wine barrels, and then light blue flames ignited.

The stiff store owner squeezed out an ugly smile,

"Honorable Dream Demon Killer, I was just about to tell you how to—"

"I advise you not to take any chances." Sam swiped his stick to sweep away the ashes, "It's best not to try to escape."

"Of course not, my honorable lords."

There is a rusty trapdoor in the ground.

After opening it, there was a more disgusting, sewer-like smell.

Vincent kicked at the humble shop owner, "I'm very much looking forward to your next trick."

"Don't dare dare." He bowed and walked towards the trapdoor,

"Your Excellency the Night Demon Spirit beats the eldest son of the Luoer family like a human meat sandbag. A small character like me must not dare to make bad intentions."

"The fat pig?"

"Eh—that's him."

Another kick passed, and the shop owner honestly got in.

Inside is a narrow passage.

The further you go, the greater the taste.

Not only is the smell unpleasant, but it also has an evil breath far beyond ordinary dark creatures.

Sam stopped suddenly, "You have quite a lot of guards."

The shop owner at the front turned around and smiled grimly, "Your Excellency, our world is very cruel, so we can't do anything without it."

His voice was like a signal, causing the creatures at the end of the passage to start agitating.

The space is narrow, and it is really difficult to hide.

"You two, how about this—" He grinned his toothless mouth,

"I'll share half of the 'goods' with you, and that's all for today."

Vincent raised his hand and glanced at his watch, "Sorry, the initiative has always been with us."

"Kill them!"

The rough walls of the narrow passage squirmed toward them like living things.

"Call God Guard—" The tip of the black sandalwood staff shone with golden light.

The wall crawled more violently, as if struggling in pain.

"Impossible!" The store owner fell to the ground, his lips trembling, "It is absolutely impossible for you to cast the Patronus Charm!"

Usually, this oldest and most powerful spell can only be used by good wizards with a sense of justice.

Attempting to use it would only cause the wand to backfire, summoning disgusting maggots to devour itself.

Those who live in Knockturn Alley, even if they are not extremely evil in their hearts, have already abandoned useless kindness.

Those dark creatures wriggling painfully on the wall are the last trump card, a solid barrier that dark wizards can never break through.

"Call God Guard—" The tip of Sam's staff lit up with a light blue light.

Even before the entity appeared, the dark creatures all began to howl in pain.

"Nice trick."

The shop owner was really scared this time.

The two people who used the Patronus Charm in front of him were not the night demon and succubus killer he knew at all.

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