The Fake Dark Wizard of Hogwarts

Malfoy learned a lot this time and took a step back to hide behind everyone. The people in front were all wearing armor to protect themselves. It seemed that they had already known about the evil of Ole's magic and had taken sufficient precautions.

Malfoy stood behind and said with a provocative look on his face: "Let me see what else you can do this time?"

Ole curled his lips and waved his wand, and several black pythons scurried towards Malfoy along the gaps between the people.

Since Hogwarts Castle is protected by ancient magic, Ole cannot cast transformation spells on the ground. Once their spell strikes, he will be difficult to resist.

So Ole planned to strike first. The wand drew an elegant trajectory in the air, and the vague spells in his mouth made Malfoy and the others unable to identify Ole's spell.

Sonia behind her lowered her head and huddled quietly against the wall of the lounge.

Suddenly, black flames burst out from Ole's body. Although it exuded a terrifying aura, it did not burn anything in the Slytherin lounge.

Against the backdrop of the flames, Ole's eyes flashed with a strange light. At this moment, Ole faced the danger of having Grindelwald sued in court.

The ring of fire slowly expanded, and several phoenixes flew out from it, flapping their wings and surrounding Ole.

Malfoy swallowed and said, "I'll blanch it! Is this Li Huo?"

Ole just wanted to show off. Since he was under Old Bee's nose, he couldn't really cause trouble, otherwise he would regard him as a candidate for the Dark Lord.

But since Malfoy has repeatedly provoked him, Ole must also teach him a lesson.

The python that quickly sprang out from the gap entangled Malfoy, and the flaming phoenix next to Ole also intimidated the people in front, so that no one tried to save him.

After Malfoy's face turned red from being entangled, the leader couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Please spare him! If something happens to Draco, you can't explain it. If you can let him go, Yima, if you ever get busy in the future, we will do our best to help you!”

Ole didn't want to cause trouble. Since he had already received a favor, it was better to let him go. However, Ole couldn't make Malfoy easy.

When Ole's curse stopped, Malfoy, who lost his support, collapsed on the ground, breathing greedily, and physiological tears flowed from his eyes. He supported the ground with both hands, trying not to let his body fall.

The boy who was talking to Ole before walked towards Ole and said, "Hello, my name is Mike Paterson."

Ole ignored him, turned around, glanced at Sonia, and looked at her curled up. Ole was not moved, but let Rhea help her back to the dormitory.

Then he turned back and said, "I hope you can remember the lesson. Once in a while, the consequences will not be so simple!"

Mike, who was scolded by Ole, was not angry. Instead, he came over with a smile and whispered: "I have long disliked that Malfoy. If it weren't for his family, I would not be willing to talk to such a person."

Then he humbly tried to get Ole's suitcase. Of course Ole couldn't give it to him. Who knew if he had any malicious intentions, but looking at his complete and utter demeanor, he didn't seem to have any ulterior motive.

"I hope you will also remember the lesson, Mr. Malfoy. Before you commit suicide, please use your low-quality brain."

After hearing Ole's words, Malfoy's face, which had improved, suddenly turned red again, and he seemed to want to continue to be rude, but after Ole shook his wand at him, he seemed to give up this idea.

When Ole wanted to turn around and go back to the dormitory, all the Slytherin wizards around him gave way, and they all looked at Ole with lowered eyebrows and lowered eyes.

After Ole left, another Slytherin wizard said to Mike: "Why are you so polite to him? If you wanted to defeat him, it would be easy..."

Mike chuckled at him and said: "We are Slytherins, not those stupid lions. If we can have such strength at this age, why should I be an enemy of a fool? Besides, the horror of that curse I don’t have the confidence to be able to block the breath.”

After hearing what Mike said, he also echoed a few words and praised Mike for his extraordinary wisdom.

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When Ole returned to the dormitory, Jerome was unexpectedly lying on the bed, but his face was obviously much better, and he seemed to have recovered from the cold.

After so many days of training with Ole, Jerome's attitude has improved a lot, at least in front of him.

"There was so much noise outside just now, didn't you go out and take a look?"

As Ole spoke, he grabbed Al from the bed and placed the suitcase on the table.

"No, I'm still feeling a little uncomfortable right now. Where did your box come from? It looks great!"

"This was a gift from someone else. It's just an ordinary suitcase."

After arguing with Jerome for a while, Ole opened the suitcase and said to Al, "You can go in for me and take a look. You can fly anyway."

Al put his little hand on the edge of the box and looked down. Before he could say anything, Ole pushed it down for him.

"Hey, let me go! You just push me?"

However, the space in the box was not as big as Ole thought. Al fell to the ground in just three seconds. It didn't look very high.

Ole estimated that the height was only three meters, and after letting Al fly left and right for a few meters, he roughly concluded that the length and width were about nine meters. Although it was not very big, it was enough for Ole to use.

After Al flew up, he did not stay on the table, but flew directly to Ole's head and began to tear his hair.

"Ole Carlson, you are so good!"

After a while, with Ole's persuasion and coercion, Al finally let go of Ole's hair.

Under Ole's careful inspection, there was nothing unusual about the entire box. It seemed to be just a box with a traceless stretching spell cast on it. Although Ole really needed it, it was a bit too ordinary.

Ole caressed the suitcase and thought to himself, "Why did Salazar Slytherin leave me a suitcase? And for thousands of years, just to keep a suitcase that looks useful but is actually a bit useless?"

This question puzzled Ole, so when the dormitory was empty, he planned to ask Ms. Ravenclaw, maybe he could get some useful tips.

But Slytherin, the Riddler, is really hateful. He left behind a useless video and a worthless suitcase, so let’s keep a few high-end magical treasures!