Fortunately, the Main Line is at Hogwarts

Just knew it was so.

Charles covered his face

Because of losing the Academy Cup, the reason was the points added by Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Neville, and he was usually very close to them.

That's why Ivan and his group suddenly blocked the door.

This semester, both Charles and Hermione almost added more than 150 points to their respective houses.

Everyone knows how good Shire is. Similarly, the Slytherin students don't think that Hermione, a Muggle-born witch, can reach such a level of excellence.

She was able to add points to Gryffindor, which must be the reason for Shire.

Why so sure? Isn't it enough that she's a Mudblood?

Now they lost the House Cup, in order not to happen again next term, so they want to put an end to Shire and Gryffindor.

In this way, that Mudblood of Gryffindor would definitely not be able to answer questions quickly.

All of this is still for the Academy Cup.

It seems that what Ivan and the others are doing seems awkward, but in fact this is very Slytherin. You can't expect a group of awkward and extreme guys to do the correct handling of the world in the Ganges.

Think of another example of awkwardness and extremes, a pink-eyed family, with an even worse ending.

Slytherin really valued the House Cup. Obviously, Ivan's original intention was not to cause trouble for Charles, but for the House Cup next semester. It's just a pity that this has already troubled Charles.

Not to mention whether Hermione's extra points had anything to do with Ciel, even if they did, he couldn't give up his cute little wings for a broken cup just because of a word from the group of ignorant guys in front of him.

After thinking about it, Charles still didn't realize that you are teaching me how to do things? After saying this sentence, he always felt that he would lose something after saying it.

With a polite yet awkward smile, Charles said softly.

"I understand, but I refuse..."

But before his words fell, Misia Gamp from behind laughed sharply again.

"Recognize your identity, you are just a half-breed."

"It's not good for you or her to get too close to a Mudblood of Gryffindor."

She said pointingly.

Charles' smile subsided, and the wand slipped from his cuff without a sound.

Well, save him wasting his tongue, after all, Slytherin snakes are sometimes as stubborn as Gryffindor lions, especially when it comes to matters related to each other.

"Do you dare to do it?!"

The fighting literacy of Slytherin students is actually not as bad as imagined, especially these young wizards who come from the Death Eater family.

In fact, there is not much difference between wizards fighting and ordinary people fighting. They wave wands like fists.

Misia's eyes were sharp. In other words, with the matter of Felix in mind, this group of senior students didn't look down on Charles at all.

So as soon as his wand moved, Misia immediately noticed the abnormality.

"Actually, I dare."

Don't talk nonsense if you want to do it. This sentence is the truth no matter where it is placed.

The next moment, Shire's wand was suddenly raised, and a silent golden light passed through the crowd, like the radiance of the sun, and pointed at Misia before everyone had time to respond.

"armor!"

Misia's reaction is not slow, but the key factor in the wizard duel is not entirely the reaction speed, it is just one of them.

"Boom!"

With a muffled sound, she had only released half of the Iron Armor Curse, as if a heavy fist had landed directly on her abdomen, her whole body instantly soared into the air, spun around, and fell heavily to the wet and cold floor of the rear corridor superior.

That voice, it sounds very painful.

And thanks to the fact that the wizard robes are all long skirts, it gave her a little face.

"Damned!"

"All petrified!"

The fastest movers were still the small reserve Death Eaters. They had already had this idea, and they were indeed faster than other students in terms of combat response.

It's like the difference between a bad student who fights every day and a good student who studies every day.

Almost at the moment Misia soared into the sky, several spells followed and rushed towards Shire.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

Turning the wand in his hand, an invisible barrier stood abruptly in front of Charles, and the colorful spell rays hit it like raindrops falling into a pool. There were only ripples, and then disappeared without a trace.

The flickering as if the stars were extinguished was the last light they left behind.

"Wait, Diamo, maybe we can..."

Ivan turned pale with shock. He never thought that the scene would turn out like this in just one sentence.

In the chaos of arrows, he yelled and tried to regain control, but unfortunately, even the Slytherins who were watching in the common room could see it.

This is no longer possible.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"Hurry up!"

Next to Ivan, a senior who was not from a family of reserve Death Eaters yelled loudly. He pulled out his wand, and before he finished chanting the spell, a red light appeared out of nowhere and drove him out four or five times. meters away.

Then he lay on the ground without moving.

Ivan's face became even more ugly. He didn't rush to act first, but looked over the chaotic battlefield and looked at the common room outside the corridor of the dormitory.

Passing through the crowd and the colorful spells flying around, his eyes met the female prefect Sandra who had been watching coldly from behind.

The next moment, Sandra turned her head and said to the panic-stricken students beside her.

"Go to the dean."

. . .

"Damned!"

"Disarm you!"

"All petrified!"

The number of senior students blocking the door was not many, but there were also many, at least a dozen of them, and it was precisely because of this that they fought back without hesitation.

No matter how powerful Shire is, can he still beat a group of them?

As it turns out, he can.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

Because as the battle continued, they soon discovered a desperate thing, that is, their spells could not reach Shire at all.

Some kind of unknown magic firmly blocked them in the air. Every time Charles pointed his wand obliquely and waved to the side, it was like parting the sea with his hand. Detonate directly in the air.

Instead, his magic, like a hot knife through butter, was almost unstoppable, and the Iron Armor spell that had run through them all hit them.

With just one blow, it was like being swung by a giant monster, then it rose into the air and exited the battlefield.

"Charles!"

Ivan still didn't draw out his wand, and he was still trying to say something, but Shire didn't give him the chance, and sent him to the back with a stun spell.

Because in a short while, most of these guys have fallen down, and there are not many people left.

Charles did not hesitate to act, not because he wanted to cause a war, but because this was what they wanted.

Although he usually gave Slytherin extra points, he seldom returned to the long table of Slytherin to eat, and stayed with the Gryffindor group every day. This matter caused a lot of discussion in the four houses.

Coupled with this group of reserve Death Eaters secretly contributing to the flames, although not many people expressed dissatisfaction with him, none of the Slytherins expressed acceptance to him.

Except for the freshmen like Draco.

Now, the whole study is coming to an end, presumably they have endured it for so long, they have had enough, and not only they have had enough, but Charles has also had enough.

It's better to break out the problem in one breath at this moment.

"Boom!"

Another spell was thrown by Charles, it was like an rpg, hit a hapless guy heavily, knocked him into the air, repelled him, fell behind, and his life or death was unknown.

There are still four people standing in the arena.

Among them was a charr.

"The situation is not good."

Charles smiled at the remaining people and said.

The battle broke out very quickly and ended very quickly. Compared with their seniors, this group of Slytherin students who couldn't even cast the Death Curse were nothing.

Especially the number of more than a dozen people is actually not an advantage.

Just the fact that they couldn't break through Shire's counter-curse and iron armor curse made Shire invincible.

Shielded by the Iron Armor Curse, Charles flicked his wand with one hand, and resisted a series of spells. All kinds of spells exploded in front of him, turning into clusters of shining fireworks.

"The dean is here!"

And at this moment, someone suddenly shouted in the corridor leading to the outside.

In fact, the entire lounge was in chaos at this time. Except for Charles who was in the fierce battle and the rest of the senior students, everyone shrank their heads and hid aside, watching the excitement.

This cry immediately stopped the movement of Charles' hands.

There are three people left.

Quick fix.

"call!"

one second.

"ah!"

"Lots of fire!"

"Fire!"

The next moment, the wand was raised in front of him, and Charles blew hard, and a fire dragon swept out immediately. The appearance of the flames caused everyone around to exclaim, because the previous battle seemed fierce, but in fact they all restrained themselves, at least No too dangerous spells appear.

But once this level of magic is released, it will kill people.

The remaining senior students were also taken aback. They frantically released the Iron Armor Curse, but found that the flame was not hot at all, it was fake.

As soon as this thought appeared, the familiar stun spell broke through their defenses and sent them out heavily.

two seconds.

Charles kept moving. Facing the little wizard lying on the ground in a mess, he raised his wand suddenly, and instantly floated them all in the air.

"Crack!"

Then, with a flick of the wand again, the doors to the bedrooms on both sides opened neatly.

three seconds.

"Boom!"

The wand dropped again, and they, a group of unlucky bastards, had been thrown into the dormitory by Charles.

Calmly putting away his wand, Charles put his two fingers together and swiped in the air, the door of the dormitory was immediately closed again in an orderly manner.

"Crack."

And with the sound of swishing, all the door locks were inserted into the deadbolts.

four seconds.

Charles turned around, patted the non-existent dust on his body, and then looked indifferently at the gate leading to the entrance of the public room to the outside world.

"Squeal!"

fifth second.

Accompanied by the heavy door opening and non-existent footsteps, Snape slid in soundlessly, like a gloomy book on a skateboard.

With his appearance, the entire common room suddenly became extremely quiet, as if entering a special zone with low pressure.

He stared blankly at the silent common room, his empty eyes passed over one nervous Slytherin student after another, and finally, fell on Charles' face.

"Who can tell me."

"What happened here."

He stared at Charles, and asked calmly, in a tone that seemed to be asking everyone.

"Nothing happened."

Charles flashed a bright smile.

He shrugged at Snape.

"Good day, Dean."