Magical Studies at Hogwarts

The Abbot family, one of the twenty-eight sacred clans, is one of the oldest wizarding families in the magic world.

However, at the beginning of the 20th century, the Aibo family no longer stubbornly maintained the so-called pure-blood glory, and the sparse population also left them no capital to continue.

Therefore, Ike's old classmate "****" Hannah Abbott is actually a mixed race.

From the perspective of family continuation, the Aibo family's choice is normal, but in Lao Fu's view, this is undoubtedly a betrayal of pure blood!

During the last Wizarding War, the Abbot family stood on the opposite side of Lao Fu, but at that time Lao Fu's main energy was focused on dealing with the Order of the Phoenix, so he did not free up his hands.

Of course, this is also because the Aibo family did not really participate in the battle between the two sides.

Now, it's different. The wallflower has no room to swing...

"Mr. Aibo, you should know exactly why I'm here." Ike said softly.

"That's impossible! Give up, the Dark Lord's lackey!" Mr. Abbott shouted loudly, but his slightly trembling arms revealed that he was filled with fear.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk... If you don't agree, don't agree. There's no need to say such harsh words..." Ike shook his head, his face full of helplessness, "Originally, you only need to kill the Muggles next to you, and then join

We can do it now..."

"Why……"

Shaking his head and standing up, waving to the four people who had been pointing their wands at the Abbots, Ike walked out leisurely.

"Be more agile with your hands and feet."

"Yes, little master!"

The four people said in unison, and then with ferocious smiles on their faces, they all attacked the two people who were still standing at the top of the stairs.

"Avada eats the big melon!"

A dazzling green light flashed, and the four people quickly walked out of the house and came to Ike who was standing at the door of the courtyard.

"It's all settled, little master." One person said respectfully.

"Let's go then." Ike nodded, and the four of them saluted again. Two of them then bent down and took two quick steps to lead the way in front of Ike.

Before taking two steps, Ike suddenly stopped. He turned around and looked at the house with half of the wall missing. He waved his hand, and the scattered wood flew up, and the wall returned to its original state.

.

"Go on..."

They passed several more houses along the road, but did not enter any of them. They did not stop until they saw a slightly crooked wooden house.

The door was broken violently as before, but the owner of the house was not as stubborn as the Abbotts. A green light flashed, and when he came out again, there was a numb man behind Ike, but the hand holding the wand

The exposed veins revealed that his heart was not as calm as he appeared on the surface.

After one night, there were only five more people behind Ike, three men and two women. They were all numb, and some still had some undried tears on their faces. However, Ike didn't take it seriously and led everyone through the cemetery.

, returned to the place where I got on the bus before.

Standing on the road, there was already a sound in the village behind him. A little boy rode a bicycle and passed by several people. The bicycle was full of bundled newspapers. Ike stared at the boy's retreating back until he disappeared from sight.

Only then did he turn back.

"What a beautiful scene..." He sighed, closed his eyes silently, waved his hand gently, and a sinister smile appeared on the faces of the four people again.

Staring at the five people who joined later with fierce eyes, the bodies of the five people immediately trembled slightly, and tears burst into their eyes.

They closed their eyes, took a deep breath, and then turned around to face the peaceful and peaceful village, all of which had tears streaming down their faces. They raised the wands in their hands tremblingly, as if they had exhausted all their strength, and stumbled out the words.

A mantra.

"Fire... raging..."

The scorching flames fell on the house, on the grass, on the trees, and swept through the entire village in just a few minutes. There were screams, cries, and Muggles running out of the burning house in disheveled clothes.

There is still an unquenched flame in his body.

The man carried his crying wife to the roadside, and then rushed back into the sea of ​​​​fire with gritted teeth; the woman held the crying baby in one hand, and struggled to drag a man whose half body was still on fire with the other hand.

One after another, each scene made the five people burst into tears. But even though the hand holding the wand was shaking badly, they still held it up stubbornly.

Gradually, the fear and pity on his face disappeared, leaving only pure numbness.

"What a pity. I thought I could taste fresh flesh and blood." The most embarrassed person among the four licked his lips, grinned, revealing a pair of black and yellow fangs. He closed his eyes slightly and smelled the air.

The smell of barbecue brought a touch of intoxication and yearning to my face.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, his body was thrown high, and then he quickly crashed into a house that had been engulfed in flames, and a shrill scream immediately sounded. The remaining three people looked at the house anxiously, and then all

He bowed his head to Ike.

"Please forgive him, little master..."

Ike's face was cold, and he watched quietly as the house made an overwhelming sound of "clicking" until it collapsed completely, and the screams in his ears became much weaker.

Waving their hands, the three people rushed into the still burning ruins. Not long after, two of them dragged a man who was completely black and ran out, while the remaining one kept pouring water spells on him.

The black man's body made bursts of "sizzling, sizzling" sounds, and bursts of white mist rose into the sky and quickly dissipated.

They knelt on one knee in front of Ike, but Ike's eyes fell on the motionless black man on the ground.

He snorted coldly, waved his hand, and a white light fell on it, and soon the man let out bursts of moans.

He struggled to open his connected eyelids and opened his mouth. Half of his lips fell off, but he didn't seem to feel any pain and continued to struggle.

"Please...please forgive...me, little...little master...person..."

Ike watched him struggling on the ground coldly, and his eyes swept over the five people who were also kneeling on one knee with their heads lowered. After a long while, he finally made a sound, but his tone was extremely cold.

"I should have told you, hide your disgusting bestiality..." He said calmly, "I don't care what it was like for you to hang out with Greyback before, but in front of me, you must not let me listen.

To see anything that makes me feel sick to my stomach."

"Right, wolves?"

"Yes, little master..."

"So, you don't have any objection to this little punishment?" Ike bent down and looked directly into the pair of eyes that had completely lost their eyelids.

"No...no..."

"Very good." Ike nodded with satisfaction, raised his hand, and the wand fell into his hand. He turned around and stretched out the wand, and in the blink of an eye, a double-decker bus stopped in front of him.

"Welcome to the ride..." As soon as the conductor started speaking, he froze on the spot, looking at Ike and the others with horror on his face, as well as the blazing flames behind them.

Ike showed a kind smile, took out nine gold galleons from his pocket, and stuffed them into Stan's hand.

"Ten people, and the money we paid last time."

Stan glanced at the Galleons in his hand blankly, and subconsciously replied: "Thank you, sir."

"No, thank you, Stan."