Chapter 214 The Campus Demon
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Qing Mo Da Xian
"You are destined to be defeated by me, campus monster!"
The villain of the letter D looks like it is hanging up, and it emits green light from the bottom of its feet.
In James' words, the increase in combat power is quite unreasonable, and it conflicts with the settings before and after.
The letter V villain, who can sweep a large area of green clothes, fell down.
Pussy cooperated with it to open and close its small mouth full of resentment, "I am not afraid of death, kill me!"
"I won't." The letter D villain is also voiced by him, "You must repent for what you have done!"
The letter V minifigure trembles with great fear.
It curled up and kept begging.
"I'd rather die than go to Azkaban!"
The little hand stabbed into the chest and dug out a beating heart.
It's dead, it's dead.
A generation of campus demons finally died of suicide.
From then on, the red clothes that rely on it to be strong are like a stray dog, constantly suffering revenge organized by the letter D villain.
Vincent smacked his lips, always feeling that something was missing.
Such a fragmented and chaotic plot, a puppet show that only relies on special effects and action scenes, is completely unsuitable for watching with a brain.
bucket of popcorn,
A large glass of Coke,
is the most suitable for it.
The first one to applaud was Vincent.
He smiled until his eyes narrowed, and he gave Pussy a thumbs up on the stage.
"Er - are you alright?" Neville asked with concern.
"It's okay, they will repent."
Vincent's words were so intrusive that Neville shrank his neck unconsciously in fright.
"Are you—are you kidding me?"
"Of course, I'm not some school monster."
Neville was so frightened that he hugged his shoulders tightly, "That—that's good."
"I'm going to the bathroom." Vincent got up and left.
Among the hundreds of tents, a dozen or so are slightly larger.
Some of them are bathrooms and some are toilets.
Immediately after Puse stepped down, he went to the restroom.
As soon as he went in and finished it, Vincent also arrived.
"Wayne, what a coincidence."
"All coincidences are actually man-made."
"You—what are you going to do?"
"Come here to confess."
The little tent was shaking and it looked like it was about to collapse.
After ten minutes, Vincent came out.
He was wiping the water from his hands with a green, silver-edged handkerchief.
"Where are you going back?" Hermione always felt that something happened inside the tent.
"Diarrhea."
The more natural Vincent answered, the weirder she felt.
"Aren't you making too much noise?"
"Eat too much, there is no way."
Needless to say, Pusey must have been beaten badly.
Fred and George can understand this set of slang.
They looked at each other and walked into the tent with smiles.
Poor Pusey, just after one meal, another.
By the time he limped out, most of the students had already gone to rest.
"hateful!"
There were no skin injuries on his body, as long as he ignored the ferocious facial features, he didn't look like someone who had been beaten twice.
"Mr. Adrian Purcell—"
Mag quickly stepped forward to help him, "What happened?"
"No—no."
She looked at Vincent who was looking at the moon with a snack.
There is probably no repentance, but revenge has already been completed.
She is not good at judging the right or wrong of things, but she feels that provocation is wrong, and grievances are clearly right.
"Go back and rest, it's almost early morning."
"Okay—okay, Professor."
Pusey crept into his tent, looking terribly gloomy.
Self-inflicted?
No, all of this is the fault of the campus devil!
Vincent, who was watching the moon quietly, immediately pretended to be innocent the moment he saw Mag coming over.
"You child—" She shook her head, looking at the plate of snacks in his hand.
Quite delicate, not like ordinary goods.
"Zabini gave it to me." Vincent picked up the plate with a smile.
Mag suddenly laughed, "Mr. Flamel must have a headache, right?"
"No, the teacher often praises me."
She looked at Neville who was sitting well, "Longbottom, you have indeed strengthened a lot."
"Yes—yes, Professor."
"It's late, go to bed early."
After confirming that all the students had returned to the tent, McGonagall walked towards her with peace of mind.
She also glanced in a certain direction before going in.
This location is where the mysterious black shadow appeared just now.
……
……
Three o'clock in the morning.
Harry, who couldn't sleep anyway, sat up.
He looked at the sleeping Ron, and then fixed his eyes on his schoolbag.
Compared with the third-hand one next to it, the one used by his cousin is obviously much more dilapidated.
Neither Bill nor Charlie were naughty kids, and Dudley Dursley was much more than that.
At least half of Harry's miserable childhood was caused by this cousin.
"Harry doesn't need candy, he's a bad boy—"
"Harry is timid, we don't have to take him to the playground—"
"Harry's grades are so bad there's no need for new clothes—"
If Dudley had gone to Hogwarts, the Sorting Hat would have only needed to take one look at him from afar and put him in Slytherin.
It is not a good person to take care of the remaining half of the uncles and aunts.
Even worse in some respects.
Had it not been for Hagrid's arrival, Harry felt that he would have lived in a small cupboard for the rest of his life.
"I'm not that poor boy—"
He put on his glasses, got out of bed, opened his schoolbag, and took out an invisibility cloak from it.
It was left by his father, and it was his Christmas present.
Ron was in a deep sleep, and he didn't believe in the existence of the shadow.
After careful consideration, Harry decided to go alone to find out.
He lowered his footsteps as much as Vincent taught him, and slowly walked towards the place where the shadow had once appeared.
A small head poked out from a tent behind him.
A pair of blue eyes stared at him silently.
Although the invisibility cloak is good, there are not many other things in the forest, except that there are fallen leaves everywhere.
No matter how careful you are, no magical cover is sure to leave a mark.
Faint voice, shallow footprints.
From the moment Harry walked in, he always felt that a pair of invisible eyes were staring at him.
He squeezed his wand tightly and stopped at the place where he found the mysterious shadow.
The soil is flat, and it looks like nothing has stood on it before.
But he is sure that the black shadow is not a ghost, and there is a high probability that it will be someone he knows.
Who is it?
Higgs being sent back to the castle?
Because of something in the morning?
Harry turned around suspiciously, and saw a figure that almost merged with the darkness.
It really wasn't an illusion!
The man walked straight towards him, as if he had discovered something.
The cold black eyes seemed to be able to see through the invisibility cloak, and they were fixed on a pair of green eyes full of horror inside.
"Harry Potter—" the voice was hoarse but somewhat familiar.
Harry would rather all of this was his own hallucination than the person who appeared in front of him was real.
……
……
The villain of the letter D looks like it is hanging up, and it emits green light from the bottom of its feet.
In James' words, the increase in combat power is quite unreasonable, and it conflicts with the settings before and after.
The letter V villain, who can sweep a large area of green clothes, fell down.
Pussy cooperated with it to open and close its small mouth full of resentment, "I am not afraid of death, kill me!"
"I won't." The letter D villain is also voiced by him, "You must repent for what you have done!"
The letter V minifigure trembles with great fear.
It curled up and kept begging.
"I'd rather die than go to Azkaban!"
The little hand stabbed into the chest and dug out a beating heart.
It's dead, it's dead.
A generation of campus demons finally died of suicide.
From then on, the red clothes that rely on it to be strong are like a stray dog, constantly suffering revenge organized by the letter D villain.
Vincent smacked his lips, always feeling that something was missing.
Such a fragmented and chaotic plot, a puppet show that only relies on special effects and action scenes, is completely unsuitable for watching with a brain.
bucket of popcorn,
A large glass of Coke,
is the most suitable for it.
The first one to applaud was Vincent.
He smiled until his eyes narrowed, and he gave Pussy a thumbs up on the stage.
"Er - are you alright?" Neville asked with concern.
"It's okay, they will repent."
Vincent's words were so intrusive that Neville shrank his neck unconsciously in fright.
"Are you—are you kidding me?"
"Of course, I'm not some school monster."
Neville was so frightened that he hugged his shoulders tightly, "That—that's good."
"I'm going to the bathroom." Vincent got up and left.
Among the hundreds of tents, a dozen or so are slightly larger.
Some of them are bathrooms and some are toilets.
Immediately after Puse stepped down, he went to the restroom.
As soon as he went in and finished it, Vincent also arrived.
"Wayne, what a coincidence."
"All coincidences are actually man-made."
"You—what are you going to do?"
"Come here to confess."
The little tent was shaking and it looked like it was about to collapse.
After ten minutes, Vincent came out.
He was wiping the water from his hands with a green, silver-edged handkerchief.
"Where are you going back?" Hermione always felt that something happened inside the tent.
"Diarrhea."
The more natural Vincent answered, the weirder she felt.
"Aren't you making too much noise?"
"Eat too much, there is no way."
Needless to say, Pusey must have been beaten badly.
Fred and George can understand this set of slang.
They looked at each other and walked into the tent with smiles.
Poor Pusey, just after one meal, another.
By the time he limped out, most of the students had already gone to rest.
"hateful!"
There were no skin injuries on his body, as long as he ignored the ferocious facial features, he didn't look like someone who had been beaten twice.
"Mr. Adrian Purcell—"
Mag quickly stepped forward to help him, "What happened?"
"No—no."
She looked at Vincent who was looking at the moon with a snack.
There is probably no repentance, but revenge has already been completed.
She is not good at judging the right or wrong of things, but she feels that provocation is wrong, and grievances are clearly right.
"Go back and rest, it's almost early morning."
"Okay—okay, Professor."
Pusey crept into his tent, looking terribly gloomy.
Self-inflicted?
No, all of this is the fault of the campus devil!
Vincent, who was watching the moon quietly, immediately pretended to be innocent the moment he saw Mag coming over.
"You child—" She shook her head, looking at the plate of snacks in his hand.
Quite delicate, not like ordinary goods.
"Zabini gave it to me." Vincent picked up the plate with a smile.
Mag suddenly laughed, "Mr. Flamel must have a headache, right?"
"No, the teacher often praises me."
She looked at Neville who was sitting well, "Longbottom, you have indeed strengthened a lot."
"Yes—yes, Professor."
"It's late, go to bed early."
After confirming that all the students had returned to the tent, McGonagall walked towards her with peace of mind.
She also glanced in a certain direction before going in.
This location is where the mysterious black shadow appeared just now.
……
……
Three o'clock in the morning.
Harry, who couldn't sleep anyway, sat up.
He looked at the sleeping Ron, and then fixed his eyes on his schoolbag.
Compared with the third-hand one next to it, the one used by his cousin is obviously much more dilapidated.
Neither Bill nor Charlie were naughty kids, and Dudley Dursley was much more than that.
At least half of Harry's miserable childhood was caused by this cousin.
"Harry doesn't need candy, he's a bad boy—"
"Harry is timid, we don't have to take him to the playground—"
"Harry's grades are so bad there's no need for new clothes—"
If Dudley had gone to Hogwarts, the Sorting Hat would have only needed to take one look at him from afar and put him in Slytherin.
It is not a good person to take care of the remaining half of the uncles and aunts.
Even worse in some respects.
Had it not been for Hagrid's arrival, Harry felt that he would have lived in a small cupboard for the rest of his life.
"I'm not that poor boy—"
He put on his glasses, got out of bed, opened his schoolbag, and took out an invisibility cloak from it.
It was left by his father, and it was his Christmas present.
Ron was in a deep sleep, and he didn't believe in the existence of the shadow.
After careful consideration, Harry decided to go alone to find out.
He lowered his footsteps as much as Vincent taught him, and slowly walked towards the place where the shadow had once appeared.
A small head poked out from a tent behind him.
A pair of blue eyes stared at him silently.
Although the invisibility cloak is good, there are not many other things in the forest, except that there are fallen leaves everywhere.
No matter how careful you are, no magical cover is sure to leave a mark.
Faint voice, shallow footprints.
From the moment Harry walked in, he always felt that a pair of invisible eyes were staring at him.
He squeezed his wand tightly and stopped at the place where he found the mysterious shadow.
The soil is flat, and it looks like nothing has stood on it before.
But he is sure that the black shadow is not a ghost, and there is a high probability that it will be someone he knows.
Who is it?
Higgs being sent back to the castle?
Because of something in the morning?
Harry turned around suspiciously, and saw a figure that almost merged with the darkness.
It really wasn't an illusion!
The man walked straight towards him, as if he had discovered something.
The cold black eyes seemed to be able to see through the invisibility cloak, and they were fixed on a pair of green eyes full of horror inside.
"Harry Potter—" the voice was hoarse but somewhat familiar.
Harry would rather all of this was his own hallucination than the person who appeared in front of him was real.
……
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