In a blink of an eye, school started.

Of course, it wasn't when Orlynworth started school.

After all, he is only eight years old now!

Remembering that he was already eight years old, Orlynworth felt a sense of crisis in his heart.

Ten years old silently about to erupt...

Dumbledore told him that with his current strength, there is no 100% guarantee that he will survive ten years old.

But he will do everything he can to get past the age of ten and survive.

He looked in Yan Zeyue's direction and thought firmly.

At least, for him, Orlynworth must survive and survive.

Orlynworth sat bored at the long, empty Gryffindor table in the auditorium.

After a while, when the new student arrives in the little house, he will have the annual scare!

Let all the freshmen have the illusion that the sorting ceremony is to fight a fire dragon.

Well, the teachers are all here.

After a while, the second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh graders also came to the auditorium.

Well, I'll go to that little room to scare the new students in a while.

This is the happiest entertainment of the year!

Well, now ghosts float in too.

"Ha! Look who this is? Yo! Isn't this the stupid Orlynworth?" Peeves suddenly rushed over and threw the rag at Orlynworth's head.

With a wave of Orlynworth's hand, the rag that fell from the sky was instantly reduced to ashes.

"Hey, Peeves, be careful I'll call me Bloody Baron! Don't bully Orlynworth." The Gryffindor prefect shouted at Peeves.

"Heh, this stupid lion is angry~ Be careful I'll throw a banana peel in your face!" Peeves laughed loudly, and didn't restrain himself because he wanted to call the bloody Barrow.

The Gryffindor prefect trembled with anger, but there was nothing he could do.

"Fear burns." Suddenly a calm voice came from above the teacher's seat.

"It's Professor Bolk! He's so handsome!" A Slytherin girl screamed nympho when she saw it.

John Bolk, who was on the teacher's seat, just glanced at the girl lightly, then turned his head, and suddenly looked at Orlynworth who was watching the play.

Olynworth knew that the one in the teacher's seat just now used a low-level black magic.

And also a very uncommon black magic.

Although very low-level, it can create terrible illusions, but the terrible illusions are limited to the mind of the caster.

And his movements are obviously very skilled, there are three possibilities.

The first possibility is that he always uses this black magic and has practiced it to a certain level.

The second possibility is that he is very good at the dark arts.

A third possibility is to be good at magic with the soul and mind.

But when the professors in the teacher's seat saw that he was trying black magic, they didn't respond at all.

Even those who hated Professor Peeves had a smile on their lips.

Professor McGonagall, who just came over, saw that this was a low-level black magic, so he didn't care much.

Although he said please don't release black magic in the school, there was an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Ah! Mr. Barrow, what a misunderstanding!" Peeves obviously saw the bloody Barrow from a vision of fear.

Peeves screamed and scuttled around, escaping the Great Hall through the walls.

after awhile.

Professor Bolk, who was on the teacher's bench, flicked his wand to stop casting spells.

The professors on the teacher's bench were very happy, but Dumbledore looked at Bolk thoughtfully.

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