Chapter 1568： In situ

Then suddenly, as if an invisible thread tied Allen up and lifted it up, Professor Flitwick used the Levitating Charm to direct Allen's body to move forward quickly, floating straight towards the podium.

There was a sneer from the podium.

"He looks like a tortoise."

"If you dare to sleep in Professor Flitwick's class, you must be prepared to accept punishment."

"It's really useless. I deducted points for Ravenclaw. It's really embarrassing to have such a person in our college."

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Allen’s previous traumatic state was so bad that he only noticed some violations of the illusion of the **** of death and could not get rid of it. He just raised his own doubts: "Wait, if the professor uses it on people, he will not get rid of it. Was sentenced to Azkaban?"

"Oh my God, Mr. Harris, what's wrong with you again? It's just to demonstrate a spell. There is no need to be so stinky and scared." Seeing Allen landed on the ground and subconsciously arranged his clothes, Professor Flitwick's shrill voice changed the subject. Filled with mockery, he raised his wand, "Do you want to be the center of everyone's attention? Maybe you should be assigned to Slytherin?"

There was loud laughter in the classroom, and Flitwick did not wait for Alan to respond again.

"Now you can see it clearly, cut through the bones!"

As if being pierced by thousands of knives at the same time, the instant pain and anger made Allen's cheeks pale.

The bone-piercing pain in his body was like countless ants gnawing the flesh, bone marrow, heart and even his pupils temporarily lost focus, and his eyes were blurred. Afraid of pain, he groaned.

"It's really bad, low willpower! Just dreaming and talking in dreams, what do you say that you are the savior? In fact, you can't resist even an ordinary magic."

The unfathomable eyes on the ugly, purely evil face glared fiercely into Allen's eyes.

"Wake up, take a look at your head, which is not much better than giant monsters. You are just a nasty little boy, incompetent waste."

Alan, who was continuously casting the spell, curled up, and the pain of his heart swept through his body. Unbearable tortured by the spell, he leaned up to the sky, waving his arms and legs indiscriminately, in a state of panic as if he was paddling for help in Hulun. , He wanted to grab something and use external power to relieve the pain of his body, but he was suspended in the air like a dead tree drifting on the sea, and he could only be hit by pain and had nowhere to hide.

This kind of piercing pain can almost break people's mind, his body is constantly twitching, and his throat makes an uncontrollable howling of pain.

The harsh laughter almost overturned the roof of the classroom. What was passed into Allen's ears was the endless taunts of these wizards, mocking him for his poor spell casting ability and weak ability to resist spells. He was incompetent and cowardly afraid of pain. Scum.

The body curled up into a cooked shrimp. Through the forehead wet with cold sweat, Allen's gaze flicked across the classroom to watch the wizards in the classroom. They all smiled so happily.

Draco held his head up, with a contemptuous smile on his pale, pointed face; Pansy by his side turned into a slit in his indifferent eyes; Harry grimace at himself with a troll, cunning look , Ron next to him was cursing viciously...

"Looking at his embarrassment is really disgusting, and even dreaming of being a savior is really shameless."

"This idiot can't do anything, he can dream. He should throw a big **** to make him sober."

"Ravenclaw has never had such a bad student."

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Flitwick didn’t mean to stop, and the worse Allen’s situation was, the more ridicules and curses around him, the louder and louder they were. Those voices were very noisy, buzzing and irritating, but every sentence in his heart The hypothesis of deep disgust was clearly heard by Allen in pain.

In the violent tremor of his body, the tormented Allen was full of brains just wanting to change his posture to make his back bear more pain, but as his figure really began to shift according to his thoughts.

Some unexpected Alan calmed down, then glanced at the teachers and students around him, and suddenly smiles appeared on his nearly distorted face in pain.

At that moment, the power of magic entered his soul, allowing him to regain his memory and let his thinking no longer be affected.

With the help of Allen’s fingertips blasting out a string of crackling and piercing lightning, he went straight to the huge wooden window of the spell class classroom. Amidst the crisp sound of the large glass burst, the lingering prestige shot to the blue outside the window. Sky.

The sky struck by lightning was like a shattered mirror, and it became very fragile after cracks appeared. Under the beam of Allen's lightning, the sky fell to the ground and broke into more fragments. And the cracked sky revealed the gray sky inside.

Alan, who had regained his freedom, fell to the ground, his pale face turned expressionlessly to Professor Flitwick and the wizards who were onlookers, but they disappeared completely, as if they had never existed before.

Allen, who had completely recovered his mind, breathed a sigh of relief, and once again successfully got rid of the illusion.

Helbo, the **** of death, has recently started not only torturing him physically, but UU reading is even more devoid of his will due to the degree of pain and resistance, and from time to time he is trapped in illusions, and goes deeper into the spirit. Of torture.

So that Allen can only rely on his own will to liberate or perish from the illusion of the destruction of the ending in order to achieve the goal of finally driving him crazy and unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

I opened my eyes again to see the suffocating underworld, the gloomy sky, the devastated and gray land, the pungent stench...

Although everything was desolate and desolate, Allen let out a long sigh.

"Oh? This surprised me a bit, Mr. Harris, this time the speed of getting rid of the illusion is not as slow as before." The death **** Helbo's crutches were firmly on the ground, and he took a few steps forward. Looking suspiciously at Allen coldly.

"Mr. Helbo is not an excellent screenwriter. Your method of making up the script is too bad. You don't even consider the personality of the character. The flaws are too big." Allen stared slantingly, mocking disdainfully, "Draco is down. Now, Neville is starting to mock people. Are you too much?"

"I don't think we need such lies and nonsense to test, let me see if you give me another surprise..."

After talking about the death **** Helbo ram-shaped face stretched longer, he suddenly opened his **** eyes, and stretched out his hand wearing a wide ring to grab Alan, as if they were the distance away. Can let him catch the average.

But like the **** of death, there was no movement under Alan's feet. Just when he was about to catch Alan, the body of the white-haired wizard suddenly disappeared, and instead appeared a few steps behind the **** of death Helbo. There is no change in his demeanor and actions, and the situation is as if his original position should be there.