Harry potter galactic empire

Marcus Flint comes from a pure-blood family. His box is naturally no ordinary box. With the expansion of magic, it is almost as big as an entire basement. It is piled with messy things, and there are even a few boxes that are obviously Huo's.

The remains of Gwarts-style armor and small decorative objects, I don’t know where Flint got them.

Apparently he has the habit of destroying school property at will and collecting trophies to hide his mistakes.

It took Lin Mo some time to find the components of Mr. Streetlight in the corner, which were randomly abandoned on the ground. It seems that these components in Flint's "collection" are not even on the table, and are worse than those broken armors.

More than one thing.

The lamp base cracked, the lamp arm separated, and the originally long lamp post was broken into several sections. Lin Mo picked them up one by one and put them into the package.

When Lin Mo came out of the box, Flint's wrist was still bleeding.

Flint felt that he was going to die. He stared at his wound with a pale face. The blood could not stop flowing into the glass cup. He felt like a monster with a big mouth was devouring his life. Lin

After Mo entered his box, he was the only one left in the room, unable to move and bleeding. There was no sound or even a breeze. The sound of blood dripping into the cup was clearer and deafening than an ancient mechanical clock.

He has never felt that time passes so slowly, he has never felt that this room is so scary, he has never felt that he wants to live so much, life is so rare and precious, and he has never thought that he would long for someone to accompany him, even if

He is a law thief, not even a Muggle.

He doesn't want to die alone.

The glass cup was almost full. He estimated how much blood he had shed, as if he had already experienced the near-death reaction that Lin Mo mentioned before, and the more he thought about it, the weaker he felt.

When he saw Lin Mo finally come out of the box, he almost collapsed.

"Where did you put Mr. Street Lamp's components? Why didn't I find it?" Lin Mo wanted to torture him again, and said lightly: "I said, I will stop your bleeding only if I find Mr. Street Lamp's components."

"It's in the corner of the box!" Flint's cry sounded like a gorilla blowing his nose: "I, after so long, I don't know where I put it, but it must be in the box, you put it

If you ask me, I will definitely help you find it, please!"

"Oh, now you know you were wrong?" Lin Mo showed a charming smile.

"It was my fault, it was my fault! I shouldn't have messed with you, please help me..." Flint begged.

"You're lucky to have left the components of the street lamp," Lin Mo said, "But... I noticed that you also hid a lot of Hogwarts decorations. Tell me where they came from? For example, this only has the college emblem.

on a silver platter?”

"I broke it when I was angry. I couldn't master the repair spell, and I didn't want others to know, so I would secretly hide the broken things in the box," Flint told all of his actions.

It turned out that he couldn't master the repair spell, he was irritable and liked to throw things, and he didn't want others to know that he couldn't even use the repair spell.

"Okay, I will take this silver plate as a souvenir. If something happens again, I think a wizard like Dumbledore will be able to find out who is hiding the school's things from this silver plate, right?"

Lin Mo finally stopped Flint's wound.

A drop of white fresh water dripped onto his wrist, and a faint steam rose.

Soon there was only a thin white line left in the wound. The edge of the wound cut by the sharp silver knife was quite neat. After healing, there were almost no traces left. Only the blood stains on the hands and a large glass of blood showed that Flint had passed away.

How much blood was consumed.

Unlike several other medicines that he had personally tried before to ensure good effects, Lin Mo had never tried the Bai Xian thing himself. If it didn't work anyway, he also had the hemostatic gel used by the Republic's military, and the effect was not bad.

But judging from the healing status of this wound, it can only be said that he has mastered another method of preparing potions.

"According to the Slytherin rules, you broke the guiding light. I should have asked you for compensation."

"I'll pay you whatever you want! I'll accompany you!" Flint finally had hope of continuing to live, for fear that Lin Mo would slit his wrist open again. This new student is simply a devil, and it is completely unacceptable to do such a thing.

Change color.

"Shut up! Don't interrupt me!" Lin Mo said.

Flint shuddered, and his tall body sat slumped on the ground like a lamb, looking at Lin Mo pitifully in fear.

"Originally, I should have asked you for compensation, benefits and money," Lin Mo cleared his throat and said calmly, picking up the large glass full of blood: "But you have already paid back the blood, so I reluctantly treated it as nothing.

Owe, do you think it’s fair?”

"Fair, fair! Totally fair!" Flint nodded hastily, but under the influence of the potion, his movements were still quite slow. It looked like it had been slowed down several times, from a chicken pecking rice to sitting down.

Like dozing off.

"Very good." Lin Mo said with satisfaction.

He adjusted the lights in the dormitory, making the light a little dimmer.

"The knot has been untied. When the medicine wears off, you will naturally have the strength to break free of the rope." Lin Mo loosened Flint's knot, once again bent down and forced Flint to meet his eyes, and said with a sneer.

:

"If you think my behavior this time is unfair, you can come to me for revenge. But you see, if you haven't decided to go to Azkaban Prison yet, don't mess with me again, otherwise..."

Lin Mo's voice didn't have any fluctuation, and he finished his warning calmly:

"I will fight you tooth and nail."

I don’t know how many times I licked blood from the tip of a knife during my career as a mercenary on El Star, and I just took action if I didn’t accept life or death. His threats were by no means an exaggeration. Behaviors like Flint’s taking out other people’s belongings to vent his anger on him and changing the password for the entrance, etc.

He doesn't seem worth mentioning.

Flint nodded desperately, but felt that something was wrong. He was afraid that Lin Mo would misunderstand what he meant, so he shook his head again and again.

"I am indeed a Muggle. I grew up in a Muggle environment. I came into contact with the magical world for the first time and I didn't know the importance of it. But" Lin Mo sneered, "Do you know another wizard who grew up in the Muggle world?

Who?"

Flint looked at him pitifully and shook his head blankly.

"You call him the Dark Lord," Lin Mo said, "Remember, like him, I come from the Muggle world, which is different from you."

Flint whimpered.

"Don't cry in a hurry," Lin Mo smiled, turned around and took out another cup.

He poured a little of Flint's blood into it and came to Flint with two glasses. One glass only contained a small amount, and the other was filled to the brim with Flint's blood:

"You can't move, I'll clink glasses for you." As he said that, he lightly touched the rims of the two glasses, making a crisp dinging sound.

"And now, to celebrate your good fortune and to appreciate my magnanimity, here's a toast."

Lin Mo brought the cup containing a little blood to Flint's mouth.

Flint looked at Lin Mo's unwavering gaze and didn't even dare to plead. He drank his own blood in despair.

In fact, the antidote for the Muggle curse and a little water of life and death were added to this small amount of blood. When giving the medicine at the reception, Lin Mo added as much as possible for fear of being unsafe. If Flint was not given the antidote, who knew what he would do?

It won't be affected for several days, and it won't be a good thing if other professors find out. The water of life and death will allow this guy to have a good sleep.

As for Lin Mo's own cup, the cup full of Flint's blood had actually been replaced by a cup of red plum juice that looked very much like blood when he turned around. Lin Mo was not strong yet.

He really wanted to drink this guy's blood, and in order to prevent Flint from taking revenge, he planned to keep the blood and maybe use it in the future.

The trick of replacing it with red plum juice was just a simple magic trick, but Flint naturally had no idea.

In addition, what Flint himself drank was real blood.

So the tall and violent prefect of Slytherin, the last scene he remembered on this nightmarish night was Lin Mo drinking the cup full of blood, his blood, and then exposing himself to him

Exaggerated smile.

A smile stained with blood.

Devil's smile.

He finally passed out.