[Comprehensive] I'm so bewitching

When the get out of class was almost over, there were still a few little wizards who hadn't flew up.

None of these young wizards were Slytherins.

Even if I took them very hard, they didn't fly in the end.And these little wizards are all Muggle wizards.

I didn't think anything of it until I saw the look in Slytherin's direction—

pride, contempt.

I found that the wizarding world is very different from the Muggle world, beyond my imagination.

In my opinion, if some students in a school are a little stupid and unpleasant, and everyone laughs at them, the bullying and bullying will be over.

Not so at Hogwarts.The way Slytherin looked at Gryffindor was not just ridiculed, but with an indescribable superiority, that sense of superiority, which could almost be turned into substance.

Although I don't want to admit it, I have to admit that the meaning in their eyes can be described in three words: inferior people.

In their eyes, the capable Gryffindors are the targets of their ridicule and bullying, and the incompetent Gryffindors are inferior people who are not qualified to be ridiculed or bullied.

Their eyes were extremely cold, as if they were saying: Sooner or later, you garbage will be cleaned up!

The Duke of Darkness was born in Slytherin. He was young and powerful, and countless Slytherins fanatically believed in him.His philosophy is the footsteps they follow.

He wants to clean up the impure blood, and they move toward his ideals.

"Evans!" An enthusiastic voice approached from far away, and Potter flew over from the sky on a broom, "I'm not afraid of heights anymore, let me fly you around?"

I looked towards him, and saw that his wizard robe was a little messed up by the wind, his fair face was flushed, his golden-brown pupils were filled with brilliant and passionate emotions, and there was thin sweat on his forehead and the tip of his nose.At this point, he looked at me intently, waiting for my answer.

"You don't have to worry, my buddy is flying very well." Black said beside him, "I'll follow by, and if he can't carry you, I'll save you."

Potter glanced at him, frowned, and then relaxed again. He said to me with extra enthusiasm: "I won't let you have any problems, you trust me!"

Before I could answer, Mrs. Hooch blew the whistle: "get out of class is over!"

"Oh, no!" Potter looked disappointed.

But Blake didn't take it seriously: "Hey, you take Evans and fly around first, it's no big deal to finish class late."

"Can you?" Potter looked at me expectantly.

I shook my head: "I'm not very happy, I'm going to find the principal."

Potter froze for a moment: "What's wrong with you?" He immediately lowered to the ground, dropped the broom, and quickly walked up to me, "What happened? Could it be that the Slytherins bullied you? "

After speaking, he glanced at Slytherin with an unfriendly expression.

"No." I shook my head, "I'm just sick."

After finishing speaking, I handed the broom to him: "Help me return it to Mrs. Hooch, I'm going to the principal."

Then I strode away.

I haven't been kissed and hugged today, and my mood is not very stable. After being stimulated by Slytherin, I feel a little gloomy.

Thinking of the handsome and kind principal, I felt a surge of anticipation in my heart, and ran to the principal's office very quickly.

Unexpectedly, halfway through the run, he suddenly tripped over something.

When I fell to the ground, the skin on the palm of my hand was broken, and there was a burning pain, and I still hadn't reacted to it.

A good road, why stumble?

Until loud laughter came from all around.

I slowly got up and looked towards the place where the laughter came from, and I saw a few Slytherin students standing on the lawn with undisguised joy on their faces.

My pain, make them happy?

Something is surging in the depths of the swamp, gurgling, as if it is about to emerge.

I slowly pulled out my wand, said a "rope binding spell", and swung it at several people.Suddenly, they were trapped by a magical force.I flicked my wand and they all came stumbling towards me.

"Are you tripping me?" I looked at these people and said softly.

One of the taller boys said: "Student, you'd better let us go. You must know that the principal just said yesterday that classmates should help and love each other. You are not doing us well."

"The principal said so." I nodded, "But you tripped me up."

One girl said, "Hey! Do you have proof?"

A boy immediately said: "That's right, don't talk nonsense without evidence! When did we trip you?"

"You didn't trip me? Who is that?" I withdrew the magic power that bound them, and tied them even tighter.

They were so tightly bound that they could not struggle to get free, even if they tried to touch the wand and cast a spell on me.For a moment, his face was very ugly.

"How do we know?"

"Is this how Gryffindor bullies his classmates?"

"We were just standing there chatting without doing anything, and you attacked us!"

Each of them said aloud.

"Where's the evidence?" I tucked my wand into its case, "What evidence do you have that I attacked you?"

As I put away the wand, their faces showed smug expressions, but when they realized that the magic that bound them had not disappeared, their faces changed.

I use my wand against them to save face.

But if they are so ignorant, don't blame me.

I smiled at them, and guided the magic power to bind them tighter and tighter until they turned blue and couldn't breathe.

"Let go of us..."

"You can't do this to us..."

Two people insisted and said.

But they were weak and their voices were extremely low, so I pretended not to hear them.

"It's not me." I shrugged, "I didn't do anything."

Many students were attracted, and they watched this scene in surprise.

I gestured to them, but I didn't take out my wand at all: "It's not me, and I don't know what's going on. They insisted that I tied them up and wouldn't let me go."

"Go and call the professor!" A senior student passed by and immediately ordered.

Then he hurried over, and looked at the few Slytherin students whose faces were blue from being strangled, and the veins on their foreheads had been strangled, and his brows furrowed.

He took out his wand and cast several spells at several people, but to no avail.

"Who did it?" the senior student asked anxiously and angrily.

Judging by the color of his wizard robes, he was a Ravenclaw student.

"It's her!" The bound Slytherins looked at me one after another, "It's her who cast a spell on us in order to get revenge on us!"

Although some people have already called the professor, but as the magic power became tighter and tighter, they couldn't hold on to the pain, and they soon showed their feet.

They admitted it, and that was their stumbling block for me.

Nothing else, just trying to tease me.

And when they saw me fall, they laughed happily.

This was not a big deal at first—as I guessed, their ridicule and bullying were only aimed at capable students.Students with average abilities, they don't even bother to ridicule and bully them.

"Student Evans, please let them go." The senior Ravenclaw student said to me.

I wasn't surprised he knew my name.After all, I was the one who was carried into the cafeteria by the principal yesterday.

However, I was carried into the restaurant by the principal, and they still bullied me-how disrespectful to my principal!

It doesn't matter if I'm bullied, if they don't give the principal face, I can't bear it.

"But I didn't do anything." I spread my hands.

The Ravenclaw senior looked very serious after hearing this: "The principal said yesterday that students should help and love each other. It's wrong for you to do so."

"I didn't do it, but I can help them," I said, "but why should I help them? They tripped me just now."

I spread my palms to the senior: "Look, it's all broken."

At the same time, the magic that bound several Slytherin students became tighter, even strangling into the flesh.

One boy's wrist was cut and blood was oozing.

"Senior, save us!" The boy cried out in fright.

And at this moment, the senior students of Slytherin also heard the news.

"What's going on?" Malfoy was ahead.

As soon as he appeared, the light blonde hair attracted me.

The seniors of Ravenclaw and the students of Slytherin told what had happened.

Malfoy looked at me with indifference in his gray-blue eyes: "Miss Evans, please let them go."

"Yes." I nodded, "You go to the restaurant behind my back, as an apology, I will let them go."

Malfoy's expression changed immediately, his gray-blue eyes were full of contempt and disgust: "I think Miss Evans knows what she's talking about, right?"

"Of course." I nodded.

Malfoy raised his chin, gave me a very haughty look, then looked away disdainfully.

He took out his wand and cast a spell at some of the Slytherins.

Like the senior Ravenclaw classmate, he tried to save his classmates through the spells he had learned over the years.

But he failed.

Malfoy's face was very ugly, he turned his head to look at me suddenly: "Evans, I sincerely suggest that you let go of these classmates, I don't think you will want to know the fate of offending Slytherin. "

"Senior, turn your head too fast, you will twist your neck." I looked at him seriously, "This is also my sincere suggestion."

Malfoy's mouth pursed, and with a flick of his wand the tip was pointed at me.

"Hey! What are you doing!" Just then, a clear boy's voice came over.

As the two winds approached, Potter and Black came running.

The two of them, one on the left and the other on the right, stood in front of me. Without asking me, they pulled out their wands and aimed at the tall and big Malfoy.