This Hogwarts isn't normal.

"You are destined to be defeated by me, campus devil!"

The little man with the letter D looks like he is hanging up, with green light starting from the soles of his feet.

In James' words, the increase in combat effectiveness is quite unreasonable and conflicts with the previous and later settings.

The letter V villain who could sweep across a large area of ​​green clothes fell down.

Pousse cooperated with its opening and closing of its small mouth full of resentment, "I am not afraid of death.

Kill me! "

"I won't." He is also dubbing the character with letter D, "You must repent for what you have done!"

The little figure with the letter V is shaking with great fear.

It curled up and prayed.

"I'd rather die than go to Azkaban!"

The little hand stabbed into the chest and dug out a beating heart.

It's dead, it's dead.

A generation of campus demons eventually died of suicide.

From now on,

The red clothes that relied on it to become strong were like a bereaved dog, constantly suffering revenge organized by the villain with the letter D.

Vincent smacked his lips, feeling like something was missing.

Such a fragmented and confusing plot, a puppet show that only relies on special effects and action scenes, is completely unsuitable for watching with a brain.

A bucket of popcorn,

A big glass of Coke,

is the most suitable for it.

The first one to applaud was Vincent.

He smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed, and he gave a thumbs up to Pousse on the stage.

"Um - are you okay?" Neville asked concerned.

"It's okay, they will repent.

Vincent's words were so eloquent that Neville shrank his neck unconsciously in fear.

"Are you - are you kidding me?"

"Of course, I'm not some school devil."

Neville was so scared that he hugged his shoulders, "That-that's good."

"I'm going to the bathroom." Vincent got up and left.

Among the hundreds of tents, there are about a dozen that are slightly larger.

Some of them are washrooms and some are toilets.

Pusey went to the toilet immediately after stepping down.

As soon as he went in and finished solving it, Vincent also arrived.

"Wayne, what a coincidence."

"All coincidences are actually man-made."

"W-what are you going to do?"

"Come here and repent."

The small tent was shaking constantly and looked like it was about to collapse.

About ten minutes later, Vincent walked out.

He was wiping the water stains on his hands with a green and silver-edged handkerchief.

"Where are you going?" Hermione always felt like something happened in the tent.

"I have diarrhea."

Vincent answered more naturally,

The more she felt weird.

"Are you making too much noise?"

"Eat more,

There is no way. "

Needless to say, Pusey must have been beaten very badly.

Only Fred and George could understand this slang.

They looked at each other and walked into the tent with smiles on their faces.

Poor Pousse, just after one meal, he was beaten again.

By the time he limped out, most of the students had already gone to rest.

"hateful!"

There were no skin wounds on his body, and as long as you ignored his ferocious facial features, he didn't look like someone who had been beaten twice.

"Mr. Adrian Pousser——"

Mag quickly stepped forward to help him, "What happened?"

"N-no."

She looked towards Vincent, who was admiring the moon with a snack.

There is probably no repentance, but the revenge has been completed.

She is not good at judging whether things are right or wrong, but she feels that provocation is wrong and grudges are clearly right.

"Go back and rest quickly, it's almost early morning now."

"O-okay, Professor."

Pousse got into his tent, his face terrifyingly gloomy.

Is it your own fault?

No, this is all the fault of the campus devil!

Vincent, who was quietly admiring the moon, immediately pretended to be innocent when he saw Mag coming.

"You kid-" She shook her head and looked at the plate of snacks he was holding.

It's quite exquisite and doesn't look like ordinary stuff.

"Zabini gave it to me." Vincent picked up the plate with a smile.

Mag suddenly smiled, "Mr. Flamel must have a headache, right?"

"No,

The teacher often praises me. "

She looked at Neville, who was sitting obediently, and said, "Longbottom, you have indeed become a lot stronger."

"Y-yes, Professor."

"It's very late, go to bed early."

After McGonagall made sure that all the students had returned to the tent, she walked towards her own one with peace of mind.

Before going in, she glanced in a certain direction.

This location is where the mysterious black shadow just appeared.

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Three o'clock in the morning.

Harry couldn't sleep anyway and sat up.

He looked at Ron, who was sleeping soundly, and then fixed his gaze on his schoolbag.

Compared with the one next to it that was at least second-hand, the one his cousin had used was obviously much shabbier.

Neither Bill nor Charlie were naughty children, but Dudley Dursley was far more than naughty.

At least half of Harry's miserable childhood was caused by this cousin.

"Harry doesn't need candy, he's a bad boy-"

"Harry is very timid, we don't have to take him to the playground-"

"Harry's grades are so bad, there's no need to wear new clothes -"

If Dudley went to school at Hogwarts, the Sorting Hat would have sorted him into Slytherin house just by looking at him from a distance.

The aunt and uncle who take care of the remaining half are not good people either.

Even worse in some ways.

If it hadn't been for Hagrid's arrival, Harry thought he would have lived in a small cupboard for the rest of his life.

"I'm no longer that poor boy-"

He put on his glasses and got out of bed, opened his schoolbag, and took out an invisibility cloak from inside.

It was a gift from his father and his Christmas gift.

Ron was sleeping soundly and didn't believe in the existence of the shadow.

After careful consideration, Harry decided to go alone to find out.

He kept his footsteps as low as possible as taught by Vincent, and slowly walked towards the location where the black shadow once appeared.

A small head poked out of a tent behind him.

A pair of blue eyes stared at him silently.

Although the invisibility cloak is good, there is not much else in the woods except for fallen leaves everywhere.

No matter how careful you are, cover without magic is bound to leave traces.

A weak voice, a shallow footprint.

From the moment Harry walked in, he always felt like a pair of invisible eyes were staring at him.

He squeezed the wand tightly and stopped at the position where he found the mysterious black shadow.

The soil was smooth and it looked like nothing had been standing on it before.

But he was sure that the black shadow was not a ghost, and there was a high probability that it would be someone he knew.

Who is it?

Higgs being sent back to the castle?

Because of what happened in the morning?

Harry turned around with doubts and saw a figure that was almost integrated with the darkness.

It's definitely not an illusion!

The man walked straight towards him, as if he had discovered something.

The cold black eyes seemed to be able to see through the invisibility cloak, and were fixed on a pair of frightened green eyes inside.

"Harry Potter——" The voice was hoarse but somewhat familiar.

Harry would rather all this was his illusion than the person who appeared in front of him was real.

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