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"You dare to threaten me? You despicable mudblood!" Marcus grinned. Even though he was trapped unable to move, he still refused to let go: "No matter what you want to do, I will not agree to it!"

Lin Mo sighed:

"Really? It's pretty much what I expected. No matter whether I plead kindly or threaten sternly, I can't achieve my goal, because you are not afraid of me, don't want to be afraid of me, and can't even treat me as an equal to you, even in this way.

You are still not afraid of me even when things are disadvantageous for you, even if you are not as fearless as you show in your heart, right? So... I think I need to make you afraid of me."

"You are dreaming." Marcus smiled ferociously: "You will be dead after I break free of the rope."

"I don't know if you have heard of a word, fierce in appearance but weak in heart, which refers to your current state." Lin Mo smiled.

Marcus struggled again. The rope was not tight but he couldn't use any strength.

"Look, apart from being bigger, you are no better than a Muggle after losing your magic power," Lin Mo said calmly, clasping his fingers: "Actually, I want to thank you. Your performance is about the same as I expected, so I gave it to you.

I have enough reasons..."

"Mudblood! What are you doing?!" Marcus said sternly.

"Haha, of course I'm hurting you."

Lin Mo took out a glass and placed it under Marcus's wrist, and then pulled out a silver knife commonly used in Potions class.

Marcus finally looked frightened: "What are you going to do!"

The silver knife was very sharp, and it cut Marcus's wrist open with a single stroke. The bright red blood immediately flowed down, and within a few breaths it flooded the bottom of the glass, like some kind of black magic ritual.

.

"Look, it doesn't hurt at all, right?" Lin Mo smiled faintly: "It's all thanks to this magic potion, Cat Sleeping Song," he pointed to another small medicine bottle on the carpet and said:

"This is a powerful sedative, but it is different from the hypnotic effect of water of life and death. It mainly calms your emotions and weakens your physical sensations."

Marcus stared at his wrist with his eyes wide open. Lin Mo cut him open longitudinally along his artery, and the blood flowed like a gushing stream. Several streams trickled down from his fingers and dripped into the bottle.

"Although this bottle of Muggle curse is enough to suppress your magic power, after all, you are also a wizard with good magic power. If your emotions are too intense, it will inevitably cause some magical effects, so I made this bottle for you.

Cat lullaby, but there’s a downside to that.”

Lin Mo looked at Marcus calmly: "The pain has been weakened, maybe you still won't feel scared."

"You actually... how dare you..." Marcus murmured: "You violated school rules and our Slytherin student rules by deliberately hurting Slytherin students. As a prefect, I

order you"

"Oh! The noble Slytherin Code!" Lin Mo said exaggeratedly: "Let's take a look at what the Slytherin Code says? Uh-huh?"

He took out a list that Snape had made him copy as punishment after the last troll attack.

"Look...Article 5, if there are conflicts, they need to be resolved in traditional ways, through exchange of interests rather than violence. Don't worry, let's continue reading...Article 7, Respect the rights of others, including property rights.

Ownership... Oh! Also, Article 9, Slytherin must avenge himself."

The blood in the cup is nearly half full.

Lin Mo showed a cold smile: "Tell me, respected prefect, who violated the Slytherin Code?"

"Of course it's you!" Marcus wanted to roar, but under the influence of the potion, he couldn't raise the volume at all:

"I never provoked you! Why do you treat me like this!"

"Oh, this is interesting. You can think about it again," Lin Mo said lightly. After finding out from Chris that Marcus was responsible for the murder, he checked the news with more than one other person.

, everyone in Marcus’ small circle knew about it.

"Let me give you a friendly reminder. Article 7: Respect the rights of others, including the ownership of property. If you still can't think of it, it's okay. Anyway, I'm not in a hurry... and it's not me bleeding."

"Article 7...Article 7..." Marcus stared at his wrist and murmured blankly: "How have I ever offended you..."

"Okay, let's not beat around the bush, I respect your stupidity and arrogance." Lin Mo didn't bother to talk to him: "Tell me, where are the components of the magic street lamp that you broke with the splitting spell?"

"What do you mean...?" Marcus showed an absurd expression.

"Magic street lamp, components." Lin Mo said lightly.

"Are you because of that street lamp...?!" Marcus seemed to be stimulated by something, his big nostrils flapped, and his face seemed to be smiling, crying, or crying: "That's just a broken street lamp... You're wasting your time

So much effort for that shabby thing?"

"That's just a broken street lamp!" he said with difficulty.

"That's just a broken street lamp," Lin Mo sneered: "Yeah, Mr. Street Lamp is nothing in your eyes, right? If you break it casually, it will be broken, and it will allow you to vent yourself."

Are you incompetent and furious? You lost to Gryffindor in the Quidditch match, and you obviously made a lot of mistakes but you wanted to vent your anger on Mr. Streetlight?"

"I just want to teach you a lesson..." Marcus looked a little pale.

"Teach me a lesson? Teach others a lesson by destroying other people's magic items? Do you think of your incompetent rage as teaching others a lesson? I will tell you what it means to teach others a lesson," Lin Mo held a knife and stuck it to the library.

On Si's face: "Shh, look, this is called a lesson."

He shook the glass containing the blood: "It's about three hundred milliliters."

"You know, there are a total of about 4,000 milliliters of blood in your body. If you are a Muggle, losing 30% of about 1,000 milliliters will be life-threatening. You will feel cold in your hands and feet, your pulse will decrease, and your vision will change.

It was even dimmer than this desk lamp, and my consciousness began to blur, and I went into shock, gradually heading towards death."

Lin Mo explained patiently:

"I have witnessed the death process of Muggles more than once, and I am also curious whether the death process of wizards is the same. Don't worry, this will be a very slow and rhythmic process that will not stimulate your body and emotions. Although I am not very

I like Professor Quirrell's attitude, but the defense class did teach a lot. For example, he said in the first class how to kill a wizard with ordinary methods and how to confirm that the wizard's death magic will accompany life.

Disappear, when your blood gradually dries up, the magic power will be gradually weakened, and by then it may be useless even if you take medicine to stop the bleeding."

"In my box!" Marcus finally screamed.

"It's all in my box..."