Signed to Hogwarts, I lead the magic revolution

“Assistant? I want to punch you! ”

Ambo narrowed his eyes and stared at Draco beside him with excitement on his face.

Under Ambo’s dangerous gaze, the smile on Draco’s face slowly stiffened.

Since going to school, Draco has slowly faded his previous fear of this cousin between his days and nights with Ambo.

In the past, due to the lack of contact, coupled with the memory of his childhood, this cousin broke into the Malfoy mansion alone.

This made Draco more afraid of Ambo’s cousin than affectionate.

Over the course of this time, after too much contact with Ambo, Draco gradually got used to having such a cousin behind him.

But he has forgotten that his cousin has never been a good-tempered person.

“Uh… It is…… I promised to have a duel with Potter tonight. With your strength, cousin can easily beat Weasley and Potter to the ground. ”

The smile on Draco’s face instantly turned well-behaved and flattering, and looking at this face-changing stunt, Ambo couldn’t help but laugh.

“I don’t have time to play with you, fuck off!”

Pushing Malfoy away, Ambo quickly finished his lunch and turned to walk towards the library.

In the past two days, he has a little difficulty in the transformation of the pistol, and he still needs to consult some information about the connection between ancient magic texts.

Leaving Malfoy alone at the Slytherin table, he looked particularly lost.

“Malfoy, what’s wrong?”

Just as Malfoy was about to return to the common room with a dejected expression, a gentle voice suddenly sounded behind him.

“Senior March?”

Seeing that sunny face, Draco was a little surprised.

He knew that the seventh-grade senior was close to his cousin, but he didn’t expect that he would actually know his name.

“I see that you seem to have said something to Ambo, what, is it a conflict?”

Under March’s gentle guidance, Draco unguardedly recounted his previous conversation with Ambo.

“Hahaha, it’s just about this, it doesn’t matter, I’ll help you talk about it.”

After knowing the ins and outs of the matter, March laughed.

He patted Malfoy on the shoulder and took the matter to himself.

“That’s great, please, senior.”

“Small things, you are relatives after all, there is no need to make this unpleasant matter.”

After patting Malfoy on the shoulder again and asking where Ambo was going, March strode towards the library.

Only Draco and his two attendants stood in place, constantly lamenting the senior’s warm-heartedness.

“He can actually send you as a lobbyist, when did my cousin have such skills?”

In the library, after hearing March’s intentions, Ambo raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“It’s just a duel with a Gryffindor. With your strength, there is no need to care about winning or losing such a game. ”

“That said, but…”

Ambo wanted to subconsciously refute, but found that he didn’t seem to have any suitable reason to refuse this request.

Although he has always behaved maverickly, he does not hesitate to color.

But if you don’t even help with this little help from your own cousin, the color is likely to be understood as unkindness.

In the end, he could only reluctantly nod and promised to go with Draco tonight.

Watching March leave the library happily, Ambo suddenly felt a little awkward.

It’s as if you suddenly became an invisible person around you, keeping an eye on your actions all the time.

“So I really hate this senseless activity, Draco this guy really is-”

Thinking so, Prologis reopened the book at hand and devoted his mind to research again.

Hengzhi is just a duel that is destined to be unfinished, and with the strength of those guys, being able to release a fainting ground can be regarded as superb.

Time passed minute by minute, and by the time Ambo looked up again, it was close to closing.

After sorting out his notes and returning the books at hand, Ambo yawned and walked back to the lounge.

In the lounge, Draco was anxiously waiting.

The moment he saw An Bo’s figure appear at the door of the lounge, he took a long breath, with a bright smile on his face, and quickly greeted him.

“Cousin, I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”

“Aren’t you dating tonight? What am I waiting for at this time? ”

Looking at the excitement on Draco’s face, the corners of Ambo’s mouth twitched slightly, and he felt more and more ridiculous about this matter.

But since he had agreed, he could only make an appointment with Draco to meet in the evening, and then changed his steps and walked into his dormitory.

Time was not to be wasted, and now there were still a few hours before their agreed duel time, and Ambo had to go first. Test out today’s findings.

In the evening, Ambo came to the lounge as promised.

At this time, the lounge was empty, and tomorrow was not a day off, no matter what grade the students were, they all fell asleep early.

Only Draco held his wand and kept circling the lounge, his face full of excitement.

“Okay, let’s go.”

Leaving the common room with Malfoy and strolling through the corridors of Hogwarts at night, Ambo always felt that something was wrong.

Perhaps because he had been alone before, a noisy figure suddenly appeared beside him at this moment, which swept away Ambo’s original sense of security.

“Cousin’s side, we made an appointment on the fourth floor.”

Draco excitedly dragged Ambo up the stairs, and as the stairs automatically rotated, he stepped up the steps of the fourth floor in two steps.

When they finally walked into an abandoned classroom, the four Gryffindors were already waiting here.

“Hermione, Neville.”

An Bo rubbed his eyebrows, looked at the four figures in front of him, and suddenly felt a headache.

“Harry and Ron are just fooling around, how can you two get mixed in?”

“And talk about us, so what are you here for? Watching the battle? ”

Unlike Neville, who was trained as a quail, the little witch was not afraid of Ambo’s words.

“Hmm… You can understand it that way. ”

Ambo shrugged, took the initiative to step aside, and found a chair to sit on.

He had already told Drakmin that his strength was not suitable for participating in such a duel.

The reason why Draco wanted to forcibly drag him over was just to ask for psychological comfort.

To put it bluntly, he came to be a backer.

So at this time, the three people on the field are tense, and it is not about Ambo’s business.

“But taking the initiative to go on a night tour and participating in such an obvious violation of school rules is not like a good student Granger.”

Glancing at the state on the field at this time, Harry and Draco were talking to each other, waving their wands in their hands with bravado, but not even half of a spark was released.

“The Fat Lady—that is, the portrait of the Gryffindor common room—is not there. After I came out, I couldn’t go in, so I had to follow these guys over to see what happened. ”

Glaring at the few people in the field in disgust, Hermione shook her short fluffy chestnut hair, still showing no mercy in her words.

“A few of them will definitely be fired if they are caught, and Professor McGonagall will not tolerate them making such mistakes.”

Hermione’s point of view was as black and white as ever, and this personality of treating school rules as big as the sky was vividly reflected in their elementary school.

Ambo has long given up this idea of correcting him, but there is a chat without a match, watching with interest, and the British swear words on the field turn around.

It’s just that this farce tonight is not destined to end smoothly like this.

When the two people on the field said dry mouths, and were about to slowly continue the second half, a harsh cat bark suddenly tightened the string in the hearts of several people.

“Lady Loris? Damn, who brought this cat over? ”

Look at the short-haired cat staggering down the stairs. Amber scolded a rare swear word.

He was naturally not afraid of Filch alone, and could even swagger up to Filch and show his night watch certificate.

But now behind him, there were five people.

“Silly? Run! ”

After a roar, Ambo reached out and grabbed Hermione and ran wildly through the hallway.

Six people swim at the same time, which is nakedly challenging the principal’s psychological bottom line.

In the usual style of that old bee, if he did not take the opportunity to make trouble and completely squeeze out his secrets, Ambo would eat the tower of Newmongaard.

Seeing An Bo move, the remaining few people also realized it and ran aimlessly behind him.

Behind them, a bean light faltered and fell, and Filch’s asthma-like voice flickered and drifted.

Quickly hide behind an abandoned classroom. Ambo gently closed the door, his ear pressed against the wall, listening to the sounds outside.

At this time, he had already squeezed his wand in his hand, and if it was really impossible to do anything, he wouldn’t mind giving Filch a shot and forgetting about it.

But in that case, he will not be able to do anything for a long time.

After all, attacking the castle keeper is an extremely egregious offense.

“Ambo, what do we do now?”

An Bo’s appearance like a great enemy made everyone present suddenly rush.

By now, they had also recovered from the excitement of night tours and duels, and began to recall the cost of doing so.

“It doesn’t matter, it should be able to dodge.”

Listening to the panting sounds in the corridor, Ambo’s vigilance has been used to the extreme.

Wait until. The heavy footsteps disappeared at the end of the corridor, and he let out a long breath, and his spirit completely relaxed.

But in the next second, a detailed voice in the room suddenly sounded, with undisguised malice in the voice.

“Yo, see what this is? Several night tour students. ”

Ambo looked up, and on the chandelier in the room, a sneering ghost in colorful clothes was looking at them with malice.

“Peeves!”

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