[HP] Bad Impulse

"Pray sincerely to Merlin when you are bored that I can survive Fett Bellos."

"What, what?" Parkinson was dumbfounded, and firmly grabbed Lucius's clothes, "It's not so tragic, is it? Tell me you're just joking."

Lucius broke away from Parkinson's hand and replied calmly, "It's a joke."

"...Stop joking at this time!" Parkinson was mad.

"So I'm not joking." Lucius pulled out his wand and used a clean one, at least to make the ground look less dirty, before he stepped on the leather shoes he had just customized.

Lucius knew that Fate should have been waiting for him from the very beginning. This woman really didn't understand the unspoken rules among Slytherins, but she knew how to deter a group better than anyone else.The old wooden floor creaked under his feet, and Lucius calmly walked towards Fett under the terrified eyes of the four Slytherins, even though he was very nervous.

——The unforgettable scene of the Colosseum is as unforgettable as a brand in this life.

"Fett Bellows of Gryffindor formally challenges you to a duel, Mr. Lucius Malfoy, Slytherin prefect."

Malfoy raised his eyebrows: "It's really rare, Miss Bayrows... I can hear such polite words from your mouth, applauding your growth."

"Oh, this is just an excuse to prevent you from running away in fear, Lucius, don't think I can't see your nervousness." Fate smiled slightly, and took out Xiao Hei and put it on the table. "You can relax a little bit, I won't use this little guy, I can't bully you, otherwise I won't be able to explain to Mr. Malfoy."

Lucius was not relaxed by Fate's action, frowning, he waved his wand to loosen the rope behind Shannon and little Parkinson: "Take Mr. Owen to a safe place."

Feite narrowed his eyes: "Ready? I only count to three, three, two, one—"

boom!

Two loud bangs exploded where the two were standing just now, and Parkinson hid behind a moldy desk and yelled in disbelief: "It turned out to be a silent spell! Damn it, Fett Bellows really Is it human?!"

Lucius was not in the mood to explain to Parkinson that this was not a silent spell, but that it was caused by Feite drinking a special aging agent concocted by Corianne Anti Assleyan after being recognized as a direct descendant by the Assleyan family. Special ability, even if it is only three hours, is enough for Feite to do a lot of things.

Thinking of Corianne Antie, Lucius' face darkened even more, he swung his wand at a high speed, and the silent Eye Curse flew towards Feite, and then the Stumbling Curse kept hitting in another direction.

Parkinson wanted to applaud Lucius. If the woman wanted to avoid the Eye Sickness Curse, she would definitely lean in the direction of the Tripping Curse, and she would definitely fall for it!

But Fett hit an expel weapon to the floor while falling towards the Stumbling Curse, the reaction force pushed Fett's fallen body back, and flew straight towards Lucius' chin with a right uppercut——

A sharp pain spread from his chin to his brain, Lucius staggered back a few steps, his mind went blank, he subconsciously supported his swollen chin, and almost dropped the wand in his hand.But he didn't forget that he was still in a duel with Feite Bellos. Even though his eyes were dim, he still raised the wand in his hand and scattered various attacking spells to prevent Feite from getting close.

Feite is not in a hurry to beat Lucius now, and deftly dodges Lucius's random spells, waiting for his eyesight to recover: "Dear Lucius, don't worry, I will wait for your eyesight to recover." Recovery, I never bully children."

"Oh, my God, my poor Lucius... that must be very painful. Are you enemies or lovers? How could she do it so hard?" Parkinson greeted the three chiefs behind him, and couldn't bear it. Can't wait to secretly watch the duel between Lucius and Fett, covering his eyes and daring not to watch. "Do you know that Lucius has never been so seriously injured since he was a child!"

Parkinson Jr. agrees with Mu Huan, punishing An Na, Pan Qiangǎ硇, Zheng Yanchun, and it's hard to do a good job!

"Should I be glad I didn't fight Fett Bellows? Mr. Parkinson, are you sure that Gryffindor Fett Bellows is dating Prefect Lucius?" Shannon said hesitantly Out of his own guess, he saw Fate kicked Lucius' calf hard, and Lucius' brows in pain frowned. "Gryffindor and Slytherin are not at odds, and...would ordinary women be so cruel to their boyfriends?"

"Sissy has admitted it herself, so what else do we have to question?" Parkinson sighed, "Don't worry about the excess, Fett Bellos is pure-blooded, and she is the niece of the Italian professor Aslean. I am afraid that this matter will soon be known to everyone, and it is a direct line, there is no doubt about it. Not only are Malfoy and Aslean from similar family backgrounds, they have even been married before, so it is not a problem to get married again."

Shannon and little Parkinson looked at each other, and at the same time turned their heads to look at their prefect sympathetically.

"Oh Merlin! Lucius, how dare you use the Cutting Curse!" Parkinson continued to yell, "Corruption Curse—you are all enough! Are you enemies? This is irreparable black magic, okay?! "

"Shut up, I know!" Lucius lowered his head, panting heavily, never feeling so powerless.

He has received countless trainings from the Jia family, and he can even accurately counter every spell that hits him, smash it, and change the direction of the spell.

But he has never felt this suffocating sense of urgency—this is the horror of the Asrean bloodline. The family's excellent premonition talent is like tarsal poison, which cannot be shaken off no matter what, even if it is immediately They came up with new tricks, but they only needed induction to attack the direction one step earlier. Lucius knew how soft and dexterous Fett Bellos' body was when he was an adult.

and!Fett Bellows, you damn woman, even if you are angry, can't you be gentle with your acquaintances? !Lucius almost wanted to vomit blood. What hurt was not the curse on his body, but Fate's merciless punches and kicks every time. He almost thought his ribs were broken!

"Why, are you out of strength, Lucius? Is this the prefect of Slytherin? I know you still have some strength left." With a cold face, Fate stretched his arms straight, and pointed his wand at Lucius' chest . "If that's the ability to represent the future of the wizarding world, I'm disappointed."

Lucius was stunned, and stood up straight with the pain in his chest, and slowly raised his trembling right hand with his left hand: "I don't want to admit defeat, but I have to admit, Fit Bellos, I can't beat you. "

He knew it from the time he saw Feite killing three people neatly with Xiao Hei in his hand, and from the time he was shocked that this woman would rather hurt herself seriously than make the other party hurt even worse.

"I can't win against a guy who wants to die from the beginning. The education I have received since childhood is only how to save my own life, not to win. I can't beat you even if I try my best." Lucius slid with the wand On the ground, he breathed a sigh of relief. "The whole Slytherin has been educated like this... Fett Bellows, Slytherin lost to you, and will never look for you again and Severus Snape and Lily Ewan Si's trouble."

"Then, I'm satisfied." Fitt nodded, reaching out to pull Lucius up.

"You were also injured quite a bit, do you still have the strength to pull me?" Lucius held Fei Te's hand, but did not use any force. Of course he saw Fei Te's Yinhong wet sleeve.

Fate waved his hand: "Don't worry about this little injury, your spell can't hurt me at all—cough cough, do you want to look in the mirror?"

Lucius stiffened immediately, and said harshly, "Shut up!"

The author has something to say: We are really the most tragic graduation exhibition in the world, not one of them.Let people look at the exhibition of veneer paintings, close to each other, the distance between the Ottoman and the table of the model opposite is only 1.2 meters, the so-called corridor can not leave two people side by side.

I was so angry that I didn't know what to say. The graduation exhibition that I wanted to have a good memory was destroyed, and there was blood and tears.

A mentor without support can only cry, well, I haven't met a reliable school since I went to high school.

I admit it, and fortunately I don't have to use it anymore after being devastated for four years.

I'm sorry, my mood is easily affected. It's hard for everyone today. Can you give me a day to recover?

Then, time swipe and fast forward, the little ones are going to grow up, meow.

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