Chapter 1152： ?The performance of whom I like is to bully the other person

The pointed sorting hat hung on the top of the cabinet behind the large principal’s desk suddenly uttered, and the crack beside the brim of the hat opened like a mouth: "Two gentlemen! Please don’t fight in the principal’s office! You will fix me anew The well-protected skin is broken... our internals must be tightly united, otherwise everything will collapse from within..."

Under the new system, the leather of the sorting hat and the old brim of the hat have been repaired. Many folds on it have also been smoothed. Compared with the previous appearance, it is very dirty, full of patches, and gray. Now, because there are house elves that regularly clean and maintain it, it looks like a normal wizard hat at least when it is silent. At this time, the tip of the sorting hat cringes and changes. After wearing the new clothes, it seems to have forgotten that he used to be indifferent. If it weren't for no feet, he obviously wanted to hide himself so that his new skin would not be damaged.

It's just that the little hand on the side didn't worry about the sorting hat's mood. He had pulled out two metal wands from the cabinet and threw them exactly at the confrontation.

"Come on, snot, let me see your growth... huh, or metal?" Sirius took the suppression wand and put away his own one. After Snape did the same, the two Randomly gestured to the duel ceremony, bowed slightly as a bow, and then Sirius directly began to chant: "Fuchsia!"

Snape didn't chant a spell, he just waved his wand at Sirius-without showing any obvious signs, without the concealment of beams, sparks, and filaments, and the vicious black magic pouring forcefully from his restraining wand Out

After a short while.

There was a flash of fire in the principal's room, and Allen hummed a jazz tune, which was not a tune, and returned to the private room upstairs behind his desk. He had just fed Hermione some of Maggie's chicken soup. The brief warmth made him feel Hapi's complexion was ruddy, and the corners of her eyes rose slightly because of pleasure. The Anka on Alan's shoulder apparently ate some chicken and was satisfied. The chicken fat on its beak had not been cleaned yet.

"Sorry, I'm late...I...I said!"

In the next instant, Allen's smile stiffened on his face, and Anka on his shoulders also grabbed Allen's shoulders abruptly to stabilize his figure. One person and one bird were stunned by the sight in front of him.

The glass on those slender-legged tables occasionally had shards falling down with a crisp sound, and the sound of splashing water made the background sound of this principal’s office sound more elegant-one of the glass water tanks containing dark green liquid was torn apart. There is a brain in the green liquid that is floating in the air trying to entangle Sirius, like a jogging fish, flying and spitting silk, unfolding like a roll of film film, entangled all over the body They are all scratched Sirius. He looks like a beggar’s attire. Many parts of his body are bare and bloody. In addition to dealing with this flying cauliflower-like brain, Sirius was also covered by Snee’s legs. Pu's entanglement with the black snake summoned out of the hole by the oolong.

Snape looked more decent in his rags than Sirius, but his eyes were beaten to the side by Sirius, and the eagle's nose was also beaten-the opposite of Dumbledore's crooked nose. In the direction of, the hand that he did not use the wand is now on his waist, not for gestures, but because the waistband in his robe was just blown off, the Slytherin chief had to use this Way to avoid his pants falling off.

In this case, the shawl black curly-haired middle-aged wizard and the shawl greasy black-haired middle-aged wizard have obviously been able to hit the head, and the two will cast several evil spells on each other from time to time.

However, Alan’s attention only stayed on the two of them for a while, and then he pulled back on the decoration of the principal’s office that he carefully renovated during the summer vacation. At this time, it was already in a mess. The paintings of the principals of the past generations who have not really suffered any damage are basically gone. The old principals ran out of this office and took refuge. Only Sirius' ancestor Phinea Snigelus Black also poked his head out from time to time, observing the battle of his children and grandchildren.

Anka, who had just eaten and drunk, was completely unprepared for the situation in front of him. Its round eyes looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief. Suddenly it flapped its wings and flew around him, the mithril-plated perching branch. After flying around and looking around, I found that it was intact and not damaged by any rubbing. This phoenix relaxed slightly, and then squatted on its perching branch and stopped moving. It was sharp with a beak of chicken oil. Leaning in the direction of Sirius and Snape, guarding his perch branch vigilantly.

Alan, who had predicted the loss for a while, raised up his pale hand that looked a little bloodier than usual. He first shot Snape and Sirius at each other and returned in mid-air, returning to their own. The body made them groan each other, and then turned the suppression wand in their hands into two big poisonous snakes and attacked the two wizards who were still paying attention to each other, and entangled them in place.

And before the flying brain continued to attack Sirius, it was supported by Allen's bare hands. The greasy brain curled up and wrapped Allen's hand in it, and the thinking tentacles on the brain entangled Allen's fingers. , Wanted to pierce his skin, but it seemed like a thorn stuck to a thick layer of iron armor. No matter how hard they were able to pierce their seemingly soft but sharp tentacles into Allen’s skin, he was immediately by Hogwar. Ci's principal threw it back into another glass jar that was still intact.

"Principal Harris, this idiot!"

"Hi..." Sirius, who had lost his freedom, seemed to feel the scars made by these tentacles at this time. He scolded angrily, "These disgusting flying cauliflowers are because the nasal mucus is a professor at Hogwarts and he is in the same group. of?"

"Stupid dog, your Occlumency is too bad." Snape sneered contemptuously. "It just thinks you are better!"

"Shut up! Are you two here specifically to demolish my principal's room? Those are the damage caused by black magic, it's hard to repair." Allen's finger pointed to a messy ground, smashed into the exquisite silverware. The thin-legged elevated table with decorations fell apart on the floor, and several thin legs were broken and rolled in different directions; the traces of the mottled blades on the tall fireplace were shocking; the picture frame was torn apart There are black burnt marks, and the wave of black magic remains on it...

Sirius and Snape finally recovered some of their sanity and did not continue to struggle. Seeing the current situation in the principal’s office, the two of them couldn’t help feeling a bit embarrassed, especially since Snape was still a little ashamed in his heart, not for Alan. It was because he thought that he, who had not changed for many years, would have lost some of his sanity because of Sirius.

However, at this time, Allen’s attention was placed on the long table and the handwriting left by his little hand After an instant estimation of the consequences, Allen’s fingers moved, and the little hand seemed to be dragged by invisible power. With its palm facing upward, Alan took out the Mithril wand used as a pointer and drew three whips. Then he pulled it back to the original cushion, and a transparent glass cover was summoned from a corner of the room and flew over to cover it.

"Provoke them to a duel, and lock you up for three days as punishment..." Allen said harshly to the little hand-he also realized that even if the little hand had been separated from the body, something in Voldemort's character still affected this little hand. Undead.

"It's all the nasal mucus, who likes to use black magic." Sirius raised his eyebrows, "Otherwise it can be easily repaired..."

There was an ugly red tide on Snape’s palette-like face, and his cold gaze hovered over Sirius like a viper. "Black, my curse is you, but you are the curse that damages these things. It bounced back with armor protection..."

"You two, keep me quiet!" Alan roared angrily. Seeing the two people's inconsistency, he exhaled heavily and changed his breath, "The little boy is just so immature...like it Who’s acting is specifically bullying the other person, using methods such as pulling pigtails and pushing people to attract the other person’s attention..."

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