This Hogwarts is not normal

When Sam brought back the last witch scum, Vincent just caught up with the progress.

This lucky guy enjoyed a total of thirty shocks.

"Your object deforms well."

Sam randomly selected a new lucky person, "What does it mean that my object deforms well?"

I have a certificate and my grades are all excellent!"

He punched him in the stomach so hard that his face turned green from the pain.

Vincent nuzzled at the shop owner, "What certificate do you think I can get?"

Densely packed thin steel needles are deformed according to the entire back contour, and will pierce the skin as long as you breathe a little harder.

"I can barely get an intermediate transformation certificate."

"Is that the O.W.L.s level?"

Sam, who was walking towards the store owner, turned back and curled his lips, "How did I know about your British examination program?"

Vincent pulled out the ebony wand and collected the wands of the 13 witch scum aside.

"What about this?" He snapped his fingers with his right hand and cast the fire-generating spell silently and without a wand.

"No--" More heartbreaking screams sounded one after another.

The flame eventually fell on one of the wands.

The corners of Sam's mouth twitched violently.

In terms of cruelty, Vincent beat the witch scum like human sandbags and finally burned their wands on fire.

"For silent spells and wandless spells... you should have an advanced spell certificate."

After he finished speaking, he restored the thin steel needles one by one.

The process is also instantaneous, and there is no noticeable difference.

It is easy to change out, but it is difficult to change back safely.

Vincent got to know Sam again.

"Wei——the night demon, there are many guests coming outside."

"I will as soon as possible."

The shop owner initially thought he would be saved, but the more he was beaten, the tighter his mouth became.

However, as more and more "new guests" were tricked in, he desperately realized a cruel reality.

The nightmare killer who usually behaves like an ordinary person and only does some dirty work can actually easily deal with several wizards at the same time.

The spell used is not fatal, but it can cause more serious injuries.

The style is a bit like that of an Auror, Alastor Moody.

As for the night demon who just broke one of his ribs...

"There are a total of 206 bones in the human body. I think there are dozens missing at the entrance of your store."

The index finger that was picked up gently moved to the side, straightened, and then moved in the opposite direction.

"Ouch——"

Torture again and again, it's just like the devil.

"What bones do you think are missing?"

I grimaced in pain, but I was still in the mood to think.

"The answer is fingers and toes."

"ah--"

After Vincent broke off his left hand, he seemed to have lost interest and stopped continuing.

The shop owner thought he could finally breathe a sigh of relief, but then he saw him using his transformation spell to conjure a knife.

"Let's get back to the point. Who is trying to find out about me?"

Even wizards who know magic are afraid of death.

When Sam packed up all the confiscated wands and brought them in, Vincent already knew what he wanted to know.

Can't tell the gender, spend lavishly.

"That person also asked me about the Wayne family." The store owner shivered and curled up.

"I think he must have hired you to deal with Wayne and the others, otherwise you wouldn't be so angry that you would reveal your true colors."

All five fingers on his right hand were broken off, and all the fingernails on his left hand were neatly cut off.

Sam stepped forward and grabbed him by the neck, lifting him up.

"Take me to where you keep your goods."

The Night Demon is doing it for himself, but the Nightmare Killer wants "goods"?

"The entrance is in the wine cellar downstairs."

Vincent frowned as soon as he entered.

The air is turbid and smells disgusting.

Sam in front lit his wand, reflecting the stacked oak barrels.

Most of them are rotten and rotten, which is probably how the taste comes from.

The shop owner, who only had his legs untied, stopped in front of a row of relatively new-looking wine barrels.

"Under the fourth."

Sam waved his wand and unlocked the defensive spells one by one in front of his shocked eyes.

"Not just ordinary curses, but also black magic items."

Each of these wine barrels emitted black smoke, and then ignited with light blue flames.

The stiff shop owner forced out an ugly smile,

"Your Excellency, the Nightmare Killer, I just wanted to tell you what to do -"

"I advise you not to take any chances." Sam waved his staff to sweep away the ashes. "It's best not to try to escape."

"Of course not, your distinguished excellencies."

There is a rusty trap door on the ground.

After opening it, there was an even more disgusting, sewer-like smell.

Vincent kicked the store owner, who was acting very humble, and said, "I am very much looking forward to the tricks you are going to play next."

"Don't dare." He bowed and walked towards the trap door.

"His Majesty the Night Demon has treated the eldest son of the Rohr family like a human punching bag. A little guy like me will definitely not dare to have bad intentions."

"That fat pig?"

"Well - that's him."

After another kick, the store owner got in.

Inside is a narrow passage.

The further you go, the greater the smell becomes.

Not only is the smell unpleasant, but there is also an evil aura that far exceeds that of ordinary dark creatures.

Sam suddenly stopped and said, "You have quite a few guards."

The shop owner at the front turned around and smiled ferociously, "Your Excellencies, our world is very cruel. How can we not spare a hand?"

His voice was like a signal, causing the creatures at the end of the passage to become restless.

The space is narrow and it is really difficult to escape.

"You two, how about this -" He opened his toothless mouth,

"I'll give you half of the 'goods', and that's the end of today's business."

Vincent raised his hand and glanced at his watch, "Sorry, the initiative has always been with us."

"Kill them!"

The rough walls of the narrow passage squirmed toward them like living creatures.

"Calling God to Guard——" The tip of the ebony staff lit up with golden light.

The wall squirmed more violently, as if it was struggling in pain.

"Impossible!" The shop owner fell to the ground, his lips trembling, "It is absolutely impossible for you to cast the Patronus Charm!"

Normally, this oldest and most powerful spell can only be used by kind and righteous wizards.

If a dark wizard with an evil heart tries to use it, it will only cause the wand to backfire and summon disgusting maggots to devour him.

Even if those who live in Knockturn Alley are not extremely evil in their hearts, they have already abandoned their useless kindness.

Those dark creatures writhing in pain on the wall are the last trump card, a solid barrier that the dark wizards can never break through.

"Calling the Gods to Guard——" The tip of Sam's staff lit up with a light blue light.

Even if they haven't appeared physically yet, the dark creatures all started roaring in pain.

"Nice trick."

The store owner was really scared this time.

The two people who used the Patronus Charm in front of him were not the Night Demon and Nightmare Killer he knew at all.

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