I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

A long night passed.

A new nightmare arises.

When the Gryffindor students woke up in the morning and saw it, they couldn't believe their eyes.

Their academy score was at the bottom, a full 100 points less.

There are very few red gems in the hourglass.

Not long after school started, Gryffindor vowed to find the murderer.

Slytherin smiled happily. Although they were also deducted fifty points, they were happiest when they could see their old rival at the bottom.

Ravenclaw became the first place inexplicably, and even Hufflepuff, who had always been kind and generous, happily ate a baguette and fish soup because he was ranked second.

The three little ones who caused the trouble tried their best to reduce their presence. They could already imagine how furious they would be if they were caught wandering at night and their points were deducted.

"Looking at the best," Stella said in an optimistic tone, "at least we saved Stephens."

"No one will know about this at all." Lewis complained, "It feels really uncomfortable to not be able to publicize something good that you have done."

But after thinking about it, Lewis became excited again. He lowered his voice and said to Stella, "Does this count as us passing the Witch King's test?"

There is nothing more exciting than discovering the Witch King's treasure.

Stella didn't know very well, but they were saved by the professors in the end.

Whether it counts specifically remains to be determined.

Lewis was very interested, "We can go to the Witch King's treasure to take another look."

"I don't think we can get in." Stella shook her head and said, "I gave the badge back to Stephens."

"What!" Lewis' voice became louder, causing the gossiping students to look for him with fiery and inquiring eyes.

He hurriedly lowered his voice again and said, "That is the Witch King's treasure. Maybe we can become the Witch King's only heirs."

"And Alice."

"Okay, only three."

Stella heard Lewis say this, and he said sincerely: "That is Stephens's thing. The real successor to the Witch King should not be us, but him."

"He's excellent."

"He is already good enough." Lewis said reluctantly, "I also hope that my grades in Potions will get better."

"With such awareness, it is better to study seriously."

Alice came over and said disdainfully: "Your Potions scores are just like a monster."

She was taunting her from the very beginning, and Lewis was not used to it, and counterattacked: "Don't forget, you said you wanted to expose the mistakes of the three legends, but now you are wrong."

Both the Golden Thief and the Witch King's treasure were confirmed and cracked.

This is contrary to Alice who originally said she would expose these legends.

When Alice heard this, she said stiffly: "Who said that there are no devils walking at night?"

"Yes, yes," Lewis mocked, "You are too scared to go back to the dormitory."

This made Alice completely embarrassed, snorted and walked towards the Slytherin table.

Stella said inexplicably: "Why do you and Alice always don't deal with each other?"

"Is that my fault?" Lewis said angrily, "It's obviously her who always comes to provoke us."

Well, Alice is not a good person either.

Not daring to make too much noise, the two of them quietly left the auditorium after breakfast.

The Gryffindor students were still angrily saying that Snape must have deducted their points for talking in his sleep.

The Slytherin students laughed at them as daredevils, and they didn't even know who had deducted points.

They didn't know yet that the hero of the discussion had escaped.

The Hufflepuff Targaryen, with his mouth full of bacon and kielbasa, slurred, "You scared the living daylights out of me yesterday, Stephens."

Stephens also apologized and said, "I have made you worry."

"There was too much movement," Targaryen swallowed what was in his mouth and whispered, "Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick didn't sleep last night. I heard that Professor Hagrid is here too."

Although when Stephens and others arrived later, John and Neville had already finished fighting.

But this time the noise was not small, even the Ministry of Magic wanted to investigate.

The last time it was this serious was when Sirius escaped from prison.

At that time, the famous Sirius Black was still an unlucky man who had been wrongly accused.

Now Sirius has gradually faded away from the wizard's field of vision.

He prefers to donate Galleons and supplies as the last rich man of an ancient family.

"You should take a look, Professor Hagrid's armor is awesome."

The Targaryen looked adoring.

What excited them most yesterday was Hagrid. The legendary armor that could withstand giants was indeed extraordinary.

As Stephens listened, his mind went to another place.

He thought: "I wonder how Professor Wick is doing?"

Yesterday they left the Forbidden Forest, leaving John alone.

Although the danger has been initially eliminated, Stephens still admires him for daring to stay there alone.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Neville appear, and Stephens said to the Targaryen, "Sorry, I have to leave."

The Targaryen was still talking, waving his hands indifferently.

When he reacted, he saw that Stephens had walked up to Neville and asked.

"Isn't Professor Wick back yet? Professor Longbottom?" Stephens is a very polite child.

Neville also liked the child of his old friend Cedric. He smiled and said, "Don't worry, Professor Wick will not be in danger. He still has some things to do in the Forbidden Forest."

Hearing what Neville said, Stephens became even more curious.

But he didn't notice Neville's expression.

"This kid may have already worshiped John." Neville shook his head. This friend of his would gain a large number of followers no matter where he went.

Wasn't that the same for me back then?

Seeing that Stephens was a little worried, he said: "Don't worry, Professor Wick is very reliable."

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forbidden forest.

The light that filtered through the leaves fell on John's profile.

He looked at a corpse that had taken off its mask and armor and said thoughtfully: "The elf's body has characteristics like those of an Asgardian."

"They can live up to a thousand years. It's a pity that the world is fair."

"The more powerful the existence, their reproductive ability will be relatively reduced."

John stood up, holding a silvery soul in his right hand.

"Ancient Souls."

This soul contains extraordinary qualities honed by thousands of years of experience.

The only thing comparable to this kind of soul is the high-quality soul purified by the dementors' continuous absorption of souls.

It's a pity that there are only so many elves here.

Despite their heavy armor, these elves are anything but bulky.

Their bodies are light and they can walk freely on snow and tree branches.

Aside from the ridiculously low fertility, this species is perfect.

"Magic reminds me of another world."

John set his sights on the white-robed elf who had been tortured by fear all night.

Apart from their pointed ears, the most impressive thing about elves is their handsome faces.

These elves seem to be the favorites of the Creator, with handsome and beautiful faces.

The same goes for the white-robed elf mage, whose hair is already white.

Several powerful magics were used, which required him to bear a greater price than ordinary magic.

John walked over and put his hand on the elf mage's head.

"wake up."

Waking up from his nightmare, the elf mage had a look of fear on his face.

John smiled and said, "Good morning, traveler from another world."

The elf mage couldn't be happy because he saw John.

When this guy was calmly holding the lightning he fired with all his strength, he was not as amiable as he is now.

Just when the elf mage was trying to find a way to escape, a huge Zouwu jumped from the tree crown, and finally landed silently like a cat.

Its tail almost fills the place.

The huge body is completely different from the little Zuowu before.

"I don't think you can outrun it." John stroked Zuowu's mane and chuckled, "Red Peony is happy to catch you as prey."

The elf mage who originally wanted to leave was cut off from his last thoughts.

This is Zuowu, a magical oriental animal that can travel through space.

"Why do you speak the language of elves?"

Calming down, the elf mage asked John.

John shook his finger, "You are a prisoner, please remember this clearly."

"It's my turn to ask you," John pointed to the sky and asked, "Is this how you escaped the era of cold wolves and snow?"

Hearing that name spoken in the language of his own world, the Elf Mage was even more horrified.

John smiled but said nothing.

If he didn't answer, he wouldn't mind giving the lost elf boy a little pain.

Stephens seems to be very special, just like John once met a little girl named Shirley.

He even has a bit of a prophetic constitution.

Prophets are the most mysterious and special beings in the magical world.

Some wizards are able to see the future through divination, either from a crystal ball, or from a teacup and a mirror.

Prophets are more special, they can see more prophecies.

Sometimes even the prophets themselves are unaware of the prophecies.

John knew a person named Trelawney, who was a person who didn't even remember the prophecy.

John dug out more useful information from the elf mage.

A few days have passed.

The students were surprised to find that their advisor was missing again.

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