HP: Hogwarts, but pro-generation

James rarely met people who could only get angry but could not do anything practical. He teased Quink as if he had found a new toy.

Perhaps it was because Quink's reaction was too one-sided, and James had had enough of seeing Quink getting angry and jumping up and down, so he quickly lost interest.

But Kunk was still suspicious. Every time he took a step or two, he would look around like a thief. After a few times, he found that there was no feeling anymore. Kunk became bolder and resumed his previous swaggering attitude.

"thump--"

This sound is definitely not a good sign.

Kunk stood in confusion in the suddenly appeared quagmire. His eyes were dull and he couldn't understand why a quagmire suddenly appeared in the corridor and even appeared directly under his feet.

Looking at the mud all over his body, Kunk lifted up one of his sleeves in disgust, and mud was dripping from the drooping cuffs.

He climbed out of the mud, and the floor of Hogwarts was covered with mud he made. Kunk didn't care about it at all. He thought that if the mud hadn't suddenly appeared in Hogwarts, he wouldn't have made it so dirty. Besides, there were house-elves. He only had to wave his hand and many house-elves would come to serve him.

With this thought in mind, Kunk did not stop for a moment. He was not in the mood to think about how to deal with Sylvia Hopes. He just wanted to go back to the dormitory and take a good shower.

But who would have thought that he would fall into the quagmire again after only a few steps. Unlike the previous one, this quagmire was full of the smell of feces.

Kunk was about to faint from the smell. If he hadn't been standing in the mud, he would have collapsed in the next second. He still climbed out of the mud with strength. He remained cautious and confirmed again and again that there was no suspicious or strange place ahead. Kunk took the next step carefully.

He stood on tiptoe to test, making sure it was safe, then put his heel down, taking every step extremely carefully.

Kunk kept his eyes fixed on the road beneath his feet, fearing that something that shouldn't appear would suddenly appear.

An exclamation choked in his throat, and Kunk fell into the middle of an unknown quagmire again. He cursed silently with his throat that could not make any sound. No one could tell what he was saying just by looking at his mouth shape, but if you think about it, you will know that it is not a good thing.

By the time he reached the corner of the corridor, he had fallen into several quagmires. Kunk deeply suspected that this road was under an unknown spell or cursed, otherwise... otherwise why would he encounter these things!

Fortunately, there were no more accidents after turning the corner, and Kunk was relieved. He was convinced of his own idea. Just as he was about to sigh at his own intelligence, a hand stretched out from behind and covered his mouth with extremely fast movements.

The man slapped Kunk's arm impatiently. Kunk, who was obedient after being hit with such a powerful blow, tremblingly put down his arm. He wanted to see who that person was, but he was firmly restrained and couldn't turn around at all. He also wanted to shout for help or ask who that person was, but his voice was not strong enough and Kunk's eyes were covered. Under all kinds of oppression, Kunk felt very uneasy.

He had no choice but to follow the man's footsteps and came into a room - he heard the sound of a door opening.

Kunk was a little afraid of what was going to happen next. He wanted to beg for mercy and call for help. For the first time, he felt a little despair.