There's something wrong with this Hogwarts

Mark walked gently, just as he came gently.

He waved his sleeves and left his diary behind.

The old Gaunt house by the village could be cold at any time.

There are more than 200 black wizards inside, and next year's today will be their death day.

If nothing goes wrong with Mark's plan...

Mark sighed.

His reform of Hogwarts is very thorough, as he wished, the fighting power of Hogwarts little wizards has improved by leaps and bounds.

While their ability to expand their thinking skyrocketed, it also made them less obedient.

"It's not the army after all, it's just pure, kind, pure and lovely students, they are still children."

For children, Mark is full of tolerance and is willing to give them time to improve.

Mark left the old Gaunt house after leaving the diary, and he was going to have a good sleep in the afternoon.

People are iron, and food...feelings are steel.

One day sleepless sleepy panic.

Especially when people reach middle age, unlike when they were young, it doesn't matter if they stay up late for three or five days.

Now if I stay up early in the morning, I will be sleepy to death.

While Mark was sleeping soundly, the innocent, lovely, pure and kind-hearted Hogwarts students were doing the final mobilization.

Cassandra looked cold.

"Wear the battle robe!"

With one order, the crowd responded.

All Hogwarts students wear dark wizard robes.

Quirrell: "..."

Lucius: "..."

No, what are you doing?

You students, what are you doing collecting the black wizard robes?

"Mr. Lucius, Professor Quirrell, didn't you bring your battle robes?" Cassandra frowned. "Unfortunately, my extra battle robes were given to Harry and Hermione, and I have no clothes for you to wear."

Quirrell looked secretly at Harry's original position, and saw that Harry was wearing a black wizard's robe, with pangolin claws hanging from his waist, and dark red unknown objects on both shoulders.

Harry, who was wearing glasses just now, with pure eyes and immature face, suddenly transformed into a ferocious, terrifying, evil and weird dark wizard!

Standing next to him was the lovely Hermione. Quirrell remembered it deeply. Among the Hogwarts first-year students, no one was more beautiful than Hermione.

The current Hermione is equally ferocious, with cat's paws hanging on the left and right sides of her waist.

It is worth mentioning that Hermione and Harry hold wands in their left hands.

The reason why they wear animal claws is not that they are perverted, but to cover up the desert eagle hanging under the black wizard's robe on the right waist.

This thing is much better than a magic wand in some cases!

There's nothing wrong with being surrounded by dozens of Hogwarts students.

Now, being stared at by dozens of dark wizards, Quirrell and Lucius felt cold and cold.

Even though they knew that the students hidden under the black wizard's robes, their temperament and demeanor were more like black wizards than black wizards!

"Professor Quirrell is not prepared, Mr. Lucius, you can't." Cassandra's voice was full of sarcasm.

At the Seventh Level of God, Lucius jumped out, claiming to be the special commissioner of the Dark Lord, and competed for the position with the person who claimed to be the special commissioner.

Lucius' identity was doubted by many young wizards.

Otherwise, Mark trusted him, and the little wizards would have rushed to take him down.

Anyway, good or bad, it's always right to catch it.

In case you are a good person, but you are wronged, good person, for the sake of the overall situation, bear with it, the organization will remember your contribution.

If it happens to be a villain, wouldn't it be flattering?

Lucius smiled slightly.

Platinum nobles, no matter what time they are, they will never abandon their aristocratic demeanor!

He flipped his hands and took out a black wizard robe and put it on.

The guy who eats, how could he not carry it with him?

Just in case, he meant just in case.

These days the Dark Lord is making such a fuss, Death Eaters and black wizards are everywhere, and when he accidentally meets the Dark Lord's team, Lucius puts on the dark wizard's robe behind his hands. To be recognized by all dark wizards!

After all, the old dark wizard.

Lucius is a bold man with great skills, and he is fearless!

In an instant, of all the people present, only Quirrell was wearing ordinary clothes.

Quirrell: "..."

Who am I, where am I, what am I going to do?

Hogwarts students, Hogwarts school directors, all of them put on dark wizard robes, only he, the Dark Lord's body, didn't wear them.

Black is not like black, and white is not like white.

There is no distinction between black and white, what is the law of heaven!

"Think of the good." Voldemort said softly: "The little wizards are jealous of Lucius. They know that Lucius has a black wizard robe, and they asked Lucius to swear three unbreakable oaths, which shows that they don't trust Lucius. Hughes."

Unbreakable vows are not a good thing.

Only when they don't trust each other and have to cooperate, can the two parties make this oath.

Lucius, the dignified director of Hogwarts, can't get the trust of Hogwarts students!

Quirrell also understood that Lucius' undercover was not thorough.

Between black and white wizards, the number of winners and losers, and the reason for survival are still unknown.

"That's it, the more chaotic the situation is, the more chance we have to fish in troubled waters!" Quirrell's eyes lit up.

If one side is one-sided, Quirrell sucks.

"Professor Quirrell, Professor Quirrell?"

Seeing Quirrell's expression getting more and more excited, Cassandra couldn't help waking him up.

Why do I ask you what to do with your shirt? Why are you blushing and thick necked there?

"This... I will find a way to ensure that the battle will not be delayed at night." Quirrell issued a military order.

"Hey, the body of my majestic Dark Lord doesn't even have a dark wizard's robe, it's really... amazing!"

Voldemort laughed.

Who would have thought?

Quirrell hides inside the White Wizard, being the deepest nail in the White Wizard!

Drain the blood of the White Wizard and contribute to the resurrection of the Dark Lord!

"then you go!"

Cassandra waved, and Quirrell remembered that there was a Muggle village nearby called Hangleton.

It doesn't matter what it's called.

Quirrell is not interested in a Muggle village, and Voldemort is even less interested.

All they wanted was a few clothes, or a couple of pieces of cloth, in the Muggle village.

With the Dark Lord personally pointing out, as long as there are materials, is it not easy to get a dark wizard robe?

If he wanted, Quirrell could even make a robe more evil and weirder than all the dark wizard's robes.

"Forget it." Voldemort said, "Low key!"

The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will blow it.

The higher you stand, the harder you fall.

It's not good to be a person who jumps left and right and makes troubles everywhere. It's not good to dress too uniquely.

"Master, you can't say that." Quirrell retorted: "Your thinking is too old-fashioned, and we young people are different."

"The age is different. Everyone knows that if you want to do something, you have to be mediocre at ordinary times. When you check it, you should first check people who don't have a sense of existence."

"We do the opposite!"

Quirrell laughed: "We will be the most beautiful one in the whole team!"

"Who would have thought that we were doing things secretly?"

Voldemort: "..."

One thing to say, really unexpected.

To be honest, Voldemort sometimes felt deeply whether he was really old.

The three-year-old generation gap, after all, over 60 years old, has dozens of gaps with Qi Luo, and today's teenage students.

It's normal not to understand.

As a leader and designer, Voldemort strongly suppressed Quirrell's strange ideas.

He directed Quirrell to rush into the nearby Muggle village who didn't know whether it was Big Hangleton or Little Hangleton.

The village is not big, with hundreds of people living there.

Walking in the village, Voldemort was full of emotions.

He came here after graduation.

As far as he could tell, his witch mother had bewitched his Muggle father with a love potion, then dragged him across the room to eat and clean himself up.

I don't know whether it's a one-shot or a battle-hardened experience, the witch mother is pregnant with Tom.

Later, it was what made him hate his whole life. His mother was cool and he was sent to an orphanage.

This village is too small, if he guessed correctly, intermarriage is normal in the village.

The neighbors are harmonious, and every family is closely related.

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Almost every family in this village is related to Voldemort!

Fortunately, Voldemort is a coquettish and filial-level powerhouse, only willing to admit that his mother inherited the blood of Slytherin, and his father's Muggle status is a shame to him.

I haven't seen it for decades, things are different.

Voldemort was filled with emotion.

Back then, he was still a handsome young man who could walk and dance, but now... he has improved and brought his own mount.

You don't have to go by yourself, Quirrell will take you with you!

Quirrell picked a house that looked empty, looked around, and quietly took out his wand.

"Alahoo move!"

Every wizard is a lockpicking master!

Unlike Muggle thieves, who actually need chewing gum, wire or instant noodles, spicy chicken!

Having said that, Quirrell suddenly had a brain hole.

If, he means if.

First of all, it is known that all wizards can exchange pounds for Galleons.

So why are there poor wizards?

Wizards could obviously steal those corrupt Muggle pounds and exchange them for Galleons to subsidize their families.

Even if there is a limit every year, this is still a windfall, and there is no difficulty.

Why are there poor wizards?

How about you, Arthur Weasley.

"Arthur was a decent man," said Voldemort.

He wouldn't be someone like Arthur, but he admired him.

Stick to the morality in your heart, don't steal or grab, and only earn what you deserve.

The world needs Arthur.

If everyone was like Quirrell, like the little wizards of Hogwarts, it would be the end of the calf!

The future of the magic world is dark!

Quirrell walked into the room. As he expected, the room was empty and unoccupied.

The issue is……

The house had obviously been unoccupied for many years, not only was it deserted, but it also had no clothes.

Quirrell changed several houses that seemed empty.

The city is being built, and people in the village are gradually moving to the city.

There are only a few Muggles who stick to their homeland, and it is hard to leave their homeland.

There is no way, Quirrell had to choose a house where an old man lives.

Elderly people have weak bones and poor legs and feet. Most of their clothes are mainly dark colors.

Coincidentally, the black wizard's robes are mainly dark colors, black, gray, and dark red.

You want to get a white dress, green dress, yellow dress, blue dress and red dress, tell others that you are a black wizard, and you will be laughed out of your teeth!

Quirrell broke into the room of the Muggle old man, and the old man instantly realized that someone had invaded!

He grew up in the village, everyone knew him, there was no one like Qi Luo!

"Despicable stranger!" The old man was thin, with thick bones and a gray beard.

He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out the pistol.

Quirrell knew it, Muggle wands, that's all.

"Bang bang bang!"

The old man fired three shots without hesitation.

In his house he has all power.

Kill the enemies who invaded his house, and the harshest judge will not punish him.

"Armor protection!"

Quirrell smiled, Muggle, ridiculous, thought he could deal with me with a wand?

You underestimate wizards too much!

"Damned!" A stun spell stunned the old man. Under Voldemort's guidance, Quirrell quickly packed a set of robes that met the standards of a dark wizard.

Not unconventional, almost exactly the same as the general dark wizard.

Simply put, at a glance, you know it's not a good thing.

When Quirrell walked out of the old man's house, he found that hundreds of Muggles surrounded him with wands they called guns!

Quirrell: "..."

What resentment what?

What can I do?Let you gather such a huge force?

The aborigines in the hundreds of villages were filled with righteous indignation.

Just now, they heard three gunshots in the village.

Their village has nothing to do with the world, and the neighbors are harmonious. When someone shoots, either the villagers attack the outsiders, or the outsiders attack the villagers.

In any case, as good neighbors for many years, the villagers took up their weapons and walked out of the house without hesitation.

According to the gunshots, they surrounded the old Muggle man's house.

Then, I saw a person wearing a black robe, who was not a good thing at first glance, walking out.

Through the opened door, the Muggles could vaguely see the old man lying on the ground, life or death unknown, with a gun on his right hand.

Is this okay?

Everything that should have been in the village has been moved away, and the rest of the people have a sense of affection for the village. The big guys usually live together and help each other if they can.

Today I help you, tomorrow you help me.

Today, this old man was robbed by outsiders, and he was beaten to death. If he doesn't recover, others will think that there is no one in our village!

"Clap clap clap!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"Crack bang bang!"

"Da da da da da!"

There are hundreds of people, and every family has guns of different models.

They shoot Quirrell at the same time.

Quirrell's face turned green!

The Iron Armor Curse just cast was instantly blown away by powerful firepower!

The Iron Armor Curse has a limit. The three shots of the Muggle old man can't penetrate the Iron Armor Curse. Hundreds of Muggles fired a volley, which not only exploded the Iron Armor Curse, but also caused many bullet marks on the robe he just made.

Some places were scorched black, and some places were completely pierced, even hurt his skin, making him feel faintly hot.

If it weren't for the Iron Armor Curse, he would have been beaten into a sieve!

Muggles are dumbfounded.

What happened?

Why is that man still standing upright?

"continue!"

Muggles roared.

There has never been a savior, and there is no god emperor. The only reason why this stranger cannot be killed is that the firepower is not strong enough!

A new round of attack was about to come, and Quirrell was so frightened that he immediately apparated.

The wizard's destructive power is too low.

A powerful wizard like Quirrell who can win the offer of the Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher can only run away in the face of hundreds of Muggles with guns!

"Professor Quirrell, your image..." Cassandra was speechless.

Quirrell Apparates back and lands right in front of Cassandra.

The black wizard's robes, which were originally upright, were pitted and pitted by a round of volleys from the Muggles. Many places leaked holes, and more places became scorched black.

Looking at all the wizards, the wizard robe on Quirrell is also the strangest kind.

He walked among the little wizards, everyone looked sideways.

After a long time, someone finally spoke.

"As expected of Professor Quirrell, he is at the forefront of fashion."

"This is probably the legendary beggar's outfit."

"I heard that this kind of thing is popular on the Muggle side. Professor Quirrell is acting like a beggar on behalf of us wizards. It's amazing!"

Quirrell smiled.

What can he say?

Could it be that he was shot by Muggles?

Does Quirrell lose face?

People who were beaten by Muggles and lost wizards!

"Quirrell, think for the best." Voldemort comforted: "Now, we can only do the opposite of what you said and go our own way."

This image basically bid farewell to the ordinary.