In the exclamation of many students, four ropes stood up out of thin air, and the wizards who were originally tied up were simply hung up. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Charried had a look of unbearability on his face, but it was quickly replaced by a resolute look.

His voice was so low that even the people below couldn't hear it clearly: "It's nothing—it'll be fine soon, it won't hurt at all." ”

With his almost inaudible muttering, a faint blue light emerged from the tip of his wand—a small flame that seemed to be extinguished by the wind, but from a distance, it seemed like a distant campfire in the wilderness on a cold night, and one couldn't help but yearn for it.

Although it seemed to be only a small ball of flame, Charried moved his wand as if under some slow spell, and every little movement seemed to be constantly draining the headmaster's physical strength, and even made many people have the idea that I should help him and move the flame over.

It was evident that the wizard closest to the flame thought the same thing, but he couldn't do anything about it—so he chose to stare at the flame with a stupid smirk, and desperately leaned his body towards the slowly moving wand.

At the moment when his face was full of illusion, a flying bright red ** method hit Principal Charried's wand and tried to knock it away, but the headmaster was just stunned and regained control of his wand, but the strange blue flame before was also interrupted by this sudden attack, and before the headmaster could react otherwise, in the amazement of many young wizards, several figures appeared on the field.

It was Professor McGonagall, the Deputy Headmaster of Hogwarts, who issued the disarming spell, and among the rest, the Headmasters of Dumbledore and Mahoutokoro were among them, and the rest were professors at both schools - of course, including the head nurse at the hospital who was treating the students.

"Merlin is on top, Headmaster Charried - are you planning to murder in public?"

Professor McGonagall's face was half shocked and half angry, and it was clear that if it weren't for Dumbledore's presence, perhaps she would have just taken out her wand and fought Charridel.

The magic just now was unrecognizable to many and a half of the students, but it wasn't too illegible for Professor McGonagall - it was a lethal spell, although it was rare in England, but it was often used in the United States when the conditions such as the environment were not enough to create a place to kill a painless death, and if it wasn't for Professor McGonagall's magic that interrupted the release of the magic just now, the little wizard closest to the flame would soon end his young life with a happy expression.

"No, it's not - it's not murder, it's for these guys to atone for their sins, and if they were to be taken away as students, apparently their crimes would be enough for them to die several times. But—"

Principal Charried's tone suddenly became frenzied: "You know what! Because of this incident, I will probably be fired from the board of directors in the next second as the principal - this is not a big deal, I can accept it completely." But if I'm leaving, these bastards!" he gestured to the four hanging wizards.

"Once I'm gone, it's entirely possible that the new headmaster will release these bastards under the pressure of these guys' families and his control of campus stability!!"

Professor McGonagall was silent, but quickly responded, "Hogwarts can't meddle in these things - but that's definitely not an excuse for you to murder in front of my students! they're just a bunch of kids, and you're killing them by doing this!"

Professor McGonagall looked determined, her wand clenched in her hand - it was clear that if the other party tried to commit murder again, she would still choose to knock out the headmaster in the first place.

As the two looked at each other, Dumbledore had been talking to the Headmaster of Mahoutokoro in a low voice, apparently discussing the issue - but judging from the fact that he did not stop Professor McGonagall, it was clear that Dumbledore was unwilling to let his students be witnesses to the murder.

As the minutes ticked by, Charried quickly relented - he shrugged his shoulders and took a few steps back, but still firmly in control of the four wizards: "Well, I was abrupt - please leave with a few of your students, the rest of the matter will be our internal affairs of Ilvermorny, and we will discuss the handling of this matter separately." ”

If Dumbledore hadn't stopped him, then today's actions would not only have been about Ilvermorny's internal handling of his own students, but also about the reparations for Hogwarts and Mahoutokoro - the shame of the fire would have been washed away without any other cost in the bloodshed.

But with the other two schools leaving, what would have been a sincere apology became an unsuccessful act—witnessing it and learning about it afterwards were two different things, which meant that Ilvermorny would pay an extra high price for the issue.

With a wry smile, Charried looked at the two headmasters who had retreated with his students - he was in a trance at the moment, and the blow was too hard.

However, the punishment must continue - such fellows must be disposed of before they are resigned, and he will never allow these four serious scourge of the school to live in the school in the open after he is gone.

However, in the distance, a figure suddenly stumbled into the sky.

The sudden arrival of this man caused the group that had been about to leave to stop at once, waiting for this guy with thick clothes and even ice ballast on his clothes to climb down from the broomstick.

This man was even shivering a little cold, but his voice was very clear, and when he put down the cover on his head, Allen, who was watching the play below, suddenly discovered his acquaintance - yes, it was Mr. Auror who had killed Voldemort's soul with him not long ago.

"Sorry, good evening, headmasters - to be honest, the weather wasn't quite good for flying, but forgive me for traveling from the United States to Magical Defense to countless countries to get here - you know, I had to fly some distances because of the International Magical Defense Network. ”

He said to himself, and with a quick turn of his wand in his hand, he repelled Principal Charridad who was trying to make a move.

"Oh- I'm sorry, honorable Headmaster, I had to pull out my wand at you, because it was an order from the Ministry of Magic. ”

He happily pulled out a letter from his bosom and shook it towards everyone, signaling the secure magic seal on it that had not been opened, and after making sure everyone saw it, he opened the envelope with a happy face.