My Black Magic Is Too Good, It Can Be Automatically Whitened

The brunette boy clenched his fists angrily.

Damn it's Apennine soft-shelled turtle.

How dare you speak to him in such a rude tone.

The brunette boy didn't need an order, the two tall boys behind him had already rolled up their sleeves, ready to step forward to teach Dunn a lesson.

Moody, who was sitting next to Dunn, jumped up unexpectedly, clenching his fists to stop the two.

"Do you want to fight? Come on, your opponent is me!"

The two tall boys looked at each other, completely ignoring the little fat Moody.

Immediately they paid the price for their contempt.

Although Moody's body is fat, his movements are very flexible. Before his opponent can get close, he takes the initiative to attack, jumping up and punching the bridge of the nose of the boy on the left.

K.O!

The brunette boy looked in disbelief.

However, his response was not slow, and he immediately took a step back and took out his wand.

Before he could recite the mantra, two mantras flew towards him one after the other.

"The Hanging Golden Bell!"

"All petrochemical!"

The brown-haired boy's feet seemed to be yanked up by an invisible hand, and he flew up into the air, hanging upside down in the air.

Immediately after he was hit by a second spell, his arms and feet snapped together, unable to move.

Fatty Moody rushed up and punched the brunette boy in the stomach.

Ready-made sandbags, do not fight for nothing!

Just as he was about to hit the second punch, the robe on the brown-haired boy slid down, revealing two smooth hairy legs and big shorts with a strawberry pattern.

The funny scene made Moody froze on the spot.

Doesn't this guy wear pants under his robe?

Dunn coughed lightly to keep from laughing.

Ella turned her head to the side the first time she put down her wand.

Angelica glanced at the other party's handsome face that was blushing because of anger or congested blood, then looked at the hairy legs that formed a violent difference with that handsome face, and tutted her mouth regretfully.

Fortunately, Dunn doesn't have the habit of wearing robes without pants.

"You Damn it mudblood, put me down, you know who I am!"

"How dare you do that!"

"Shut the throat and tongue!"

Dunn's wand shot out a red light, right in the brunette's mouth.

The brunette boy's tongue slammed against the roof of his mouth, and no matter how hard he tried, his mouth could no longer utter a word.

Moody turned his head and gave Dunn a thumbs up.

cool!

It turns out that the fight between wizards is like this, which is much more interesting than punching and kicking.

Looking at Moody's excited eyes, Dunn was a little surprised.

Unexpectedly, this kid is still a violent maniac, and he was deceived by the harmless appearance of others just now.

Seeing the two tall boys who had been brought down by Moody try to get up, Dunn gave each of them another shot to pass out.

Having done all this, he walked up to the brunette boy with his wand in hand.

The brown-haired boy only had panic and fear in his eyes at this moment, and his mouth hummed to speak.

"Sirius-Black, right?"

"Seeing your hypocritical self-righteousness, I already guessed your identity."

"You said that if I throw you out like this now, will the Black family be proud of you?"

"Only a pure-blood family like Blake, who likes to combine close relatives, can give birth to an idiot like you!"

"Or the adults in your family have never told you not to provoke the Corleone family?"

While admiring the frightened and resentful expression on the brunette boy's handsome face, a voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"What, are you that boy from the Corleone family?"

Dunn turned to find Moody staring at him.

"When did I become so famous?"

Moody waved his hand hastily.

"No, it's my dad, he told me there might be a boy from House Corleone among the new Hogwarts newbies this year, and he told me to—"

"Away from me?"

"Yes, but I'm not going to listen to him, man, I like you very much, especially your style of doing things when you don't agree. This is what a real man should be like."

Dunn looked at Moody, who was being led astray, with a playful look on his face.

"you sure?"

"Of course, I decided to mess with you in the future!"

Dunn reached out to Moody.

"Very well, let's meet officially, my name is Dunn-Corleone."

Moody stepped forward and gave Dunn a firm hug.

"Your spells just now were so cool, especially the one that can hang people upside down. How about going back and teaching me?"

"Wait a minute, I'll deal with these three guys first."

Dunn stepped forward with his wand and aimed at Sirius Black, who was half-dangling in the air, with a terrifying smile on his face.

"Goodbye, Black family fool!"

Sirius-Black's eyes widened in despair.

At this moment he felt like he was finished.

Dunn's eyes were definitely ready to kill him.

"Forget it all!"

An oblivion spell hits Sirius Black precisely.

He stared at him and fainted on the spot.

In the same way, Dunn erased the memories of two of Sirius's henchmen.

When the three of them woke up, they would only remember that they were beaten, but they couldn't remember who, when, and where they were beaten.

Moody looked at Dunn with adoration in the frenzy.

He found himself making an amazing friend.

As for his parents' admonitions, he had long since left them behind.

Moody is gearing up now, looking forward to the scene where he and Dunn rub the upperclassmen to the ground after going to Hogwarts and dominate the scene.

Just don't be too cool!

To erase the memory of the three, Dunn vacated a box that had been cast on the Unmarked Stretch Charm, lowered Sirius upside down, and asked Moody to stuff the three of them into the box.

A few minutes later, Moody dragged the suitcase out of the private room and headed for the carriage ahead.

In the men's washroom in the front car, Moody threw the trio in and returned with the suitcases.

Soon after, a third-grade boy who was going to the toilet found the three of Sirius-Black who were knocked out, and then notified the prefect who was patrolling the front carriage.

The news spread like wildfire and quickly spread throughout the train. *