"Can I understand that this is a provocation to the great Slytherin House, a sneak attack from a group of despicable Hufflepuff wizards? Do you really think that you can walk away like no one else after attacking my team members?
Lose?"
Marcus Flint slowly withdrew his eyes from Derek Bol and looked at the face of the Hufflepuff first-year student who knocked Draco Malfoy unconscious in front of him.
His expression gradually turned from surprise to anger, and he licked his large raised teeth threateningly.
"You know, there is no precedent for entering the school hospital right at the beginning of school. Believe me, none of you can escape."
As the captain of the Slytherin team, Marcus is tall, extremely muscular, with big protruding teeth, cunning gray eyes and messy black hair, which makes him look like a rude person who is difficult to deal with.
Role.
"Despicable sneak attack?"
Elena looked around, curled her lips in disapproval, and retorted tit for tat.
"No, I think you should go and have your eyes checked. It is obvious that no matter in terms of the number of people in the academy or the age and physique, the real despicability is not from our side. Maybe you should think about whether there are other reasons."
The people still standing in the corridor are all Hufflepuff first-year students, Hannah, Justin, and Ernie. As for Draco, Goyle, and Crabbe who participated in the siege before, they have already actively or passively laid down.
On the ground, play the role of "killed corpse" with the unconscious Derek and Bol.
——It’s just that three of them are our actors, Elena secretly added in her heart.
"Curse? It's impossible. It's impossible for a first-year student to knock down a third-year student with an ordinary curse. Not to mention, you haven't started any magic-related courses yet."
Montague, who stood next to Marcus like a gorilla, frowned and thought for a moment, then a hint of horror suddenly flashed in his eyes, and a terrible guess emerged.
"Could it be that you are using some kind of forbidden black magic?!" Montague stared at the confident and fearless little silver-haired witch in front of him.
"What! Dark magic?"
"I knew she was scary."
"No wonder Derek and Bol fell."
Following Montague's speculation, there was an obvious commotion among the crowd in Slytherin House.
As a pure-blood wizard academy with a long tradition, powerful black magic is not unfamiliar to them. To be precise, they are the ones who fear and understand black magic the most in the entire school.
"The Cruciatus Curse! How dare you! Yes, she must have used that unforgivable curse! Look at Derek's face, I have seen such a similar expression in the textbook!"
A squat Slytherin boy glanced across Derek's twisted and painful face, and screamed loudly in horror.
The Cruciatus Curse?
It seemed that there had been some strange misunderstanding. Elena rolled her eyes, but speaking of it, the wizarding world was really backward and monotonous in its methods of torturing people.
"Oh? No, of course not. I don't want to be imprisoned in Azkaban yet. In fact, I just happen to know that there are some ways that can have the same or even stronger effects."
Narrowing her eyes, Elena took out the wand from her arms and took a step forward (her action made all the Slytherin students subconsciously take a step back).
At the same time, on the back of Elena's smooth left hand, a bright magic mark began to appear little by little, as if... children from some families had occasionally glimpsed it on their parents, that kind of similar, just pattern.
Slightly different terrible marks.
As a result, a small group of Slytherin students cautiously took a step back.
As she spoke, Elena's eyes quickly moved back and forth between the corridor and the crowd, observing and calculating the upcoming situation.
One, two, three... Well, there are at least eight or nine people in total. Judging from the body shape, most of them are stronger and taller than Derek and Bol. They are obviously a group of at least third grade students.
During the previous fight, Elena and others had unknowingly returned to the original three-way intersection.
The stone corridor leading to the Slytherin common room in front is much more open and spacious than the [Deadwind Path], and the distance of five or six meters makes it difficult for Elena to repeat the situation when she faced Derek before.
The "robe substitution technique" used.
Especially the Slytherin seniors in front of them are already ready to cast spells. If they want to cross the five to six meters distance, they need to withstand at least more than ten curse attacks. Even Hagrid, who has the blood of a giant, cannot do it.
She might be safe and sound, not to mention that Elena is just a little half-blood Veela who hasn't grown up yet.
Regardless of the number of people, strength, physique, or even the terrain, no factor is beneficial to Elena's side. In this case, there are only two choices left for everyone.
"Listen, I'll count to three, two, and one, and then you close your eyes and run up the aisle on the right toward the auditorium."
Elena took a small step back and whispered to Hannah and others behind her.
"You can't run away, why don't we go up together and fight them."
Justin, who had some bruises on his forehead, said excitedly with a trembling voice. He personally participated in the act of beating two senior Slytherins unconscious, which gave this obedient and good student a strange sense of pleasure that he had never experienced before.
"Yes, yes, why are you running? We are fearless honey badgers!"
The blond Ernie MacMillan also nodded in agreement, his face full of excitement. Born in a pure-blood wizard family, he originally had some disapproval of the so-called "noble" Slytherin. Compared to Jas
For Ting, the mutually exclusive relationship between honey badgers and snakes has begun to become a concept he firmly believes in.
"..."
Elena glanced at the group of self-confident little Hufflepuff wizards behind her with a headache, a hint of helplessness flashed in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth twitched - you know, it is precisely because of her fearlessness that she will be able to survive twenty years later
The honey badger has turned itself into an endangered animal.
I hope Dumbledore won't be so stingy as to get angry because of the trivial changes she made for the better future of the college.
Fortunately, her cute little Hannah still maintained a calm attitude and was not dazzled by the short-term victory...
"Elena, who should we beat first? You tell me."
On Hannah Abbott's round, cute face, a blush stained by strenuous exercise has not dissipated, and her eyes seem to be twinkling with starlight.
"..."
Seeing the excitement and eagerness to try on Hannah's face, Elena felt her head hurt even more.
"Your courage is commendable, but this stage is too early for you. A group of wizards who can't even do magic spells are just a drag on me on this occasion."
Sighing, the girl analyzed it carefully and earnestly, "If you really want to help, run quickly and go to the auditorium to inform the professor."
"What about you? Elena..." Hannah Aibo, who was standing behind the girl, frowned and tugged at the corner of her clothes and asked uneasily.
"Someone has to stay to stop them, right? Otherwise we won't be able to escape the curse."
Elena smiled, pulled out the sleeve from Hannah's hand with a little force, and slowly walked forward. Under the alert gaze of a group of senior Slytherin students, she took out another wand from her arms with her left hand and pointed forward.
"Maybe you can defeat me, but I promise that before that I can definitely leave a deep memory for two lucky people."
After hearing Elena's words and seeing the miserable situation of Derek and Bol, the little Slytherin wizards all stared at her wand with vigilance. The dazzling traces of magic emanating from the back of the girl's left hand made them dare not act rashly.
.
The older you are, the more you understand the power of black magic such as the unforgivable spell. No one is willing to take the initiative.
"Don't listen to her nonsense. The Cruciatus Curse is not something that a first-year student can master. She is stalling for time."
Glancing at the chattering crowd around him, Marcus frowned and said roughly, raising his wand on his own initiative, "They are just a group of first-year students from the House Elf Academy. Give them some lessons."
As the only way to the auditorium from the two colleges, it only needs to be delayed for a few more minutes. When there are more students from the two colleges, it will be more troublesome.
"But the mark on her hand..."
"Look at Derek and Bol, I remember they just left the lounge less than a quarter of an hour ago, right?"
"She has two wands..."
While everyone in Slytherin was still hesitating, Elena on the other side had already started counting softly.
"three……"
"two……"
"one!"
"Sorry, no one of you can stay except me! Feel the double happiness!"
A bright smile broke out on Elena's face, she took a step forward, and waved the two black walnut wands in her left and right hands forward at the same time.
"Strong light flashes! [Lumos Maximum]"
Different from the previous lighting at the Black Lake, this time Elena poured almost all her attention and magic power into this spell in one breath.
Two dazzling white lights instantly lit up in the dim stone corridor. The violent and dazzling white lights pierced the eyes of all the Slytherin students who looked at Elena with their eyes wide open like sharp swords, causing everyone to suffer immediately.
He covered his eyes.
"Ah...my eyes!"
"Oh, damn it! It's the Enhanced Light Spell!"
"Asshole, we were tricked! Catch them!"
"Collapse!"
"There are many obstacles!"
"The strength is relaxed and the strength is released!"
"Everything is petrified!"
…
Accompanied by rapid sounds of curses and angry roars, dozens of misguided magic beams flew in all directions in the stone corridor.
At the same time, Elena dexterously bent down to avoid the magic spell flying over her head, turned her head, and yelled at the first-year Hufflepuff wizards behind her who obediently closed their eyes.