In the evening of the same day, Alan had been obediently staying in his tent to study the materials after releasing several curse-lifting spells one after another, and next to him Anne was carrying a basket of freshly made red bean cakes and reading a book in her hand, and the two of them had no intention of going out to celebrate - but I have to say that the Gryffindors did have a good time, after all, they had defeated their old enemies again.

Just as Alan was about to go out and get something to eat and bring it back, a commotion suddenly came from a distance, but with the light of dozens of spells lit up, the commotion quickly subsided - today is the most guarded moment here, who is dying?

Alan wanted to join in the fun, but the steps he had just taken stopped - he didn't want to go! According to his luck today, he didn't get involved!

So, Alan went out and grabbed some food at random and stayed away from the crowd - for the blessing of their onlookers, he didn't have to queue up.

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On the other side of the campus, several wizards who came out to maintain order had a slightly blue face - they had just proudly carried out the invasion of the outlaws with zero casualties during the day, but something happened here in the evening.

At this moment, on the ground, dozens of little wizards were obviously divided into two factions, almost all of them had wounds on their faces, there were seven or eight people whose noses were broken, and even a few of them had broken their arms, and they were holding their arms and moaning in pain at the moment.

Bear children have never been easy creatures to manage, especially when each of them has something as lethal as an RPG, and the difficulty of this problem is infinitely wider - don't think that wizards will be more well-behaved and obedient than secondary 2 teenagers of the same age.

They will even attack their opponents before a Quidditch match, trying to get them lying in the hospital before the match to give their team an advantage - Slytherin has tried to play Gryffindor once and what is even more terrifying is that this behavior is perfectly in accordance with the rules - your punishment is nothing more than confinement.

After all, it's not really a problem compared to the fact that players can be killed in a game - Quidditch has a bloody smell from the moment it was born.

This is true between the same schools, but what about between different schools?

Well, that's a bit heavier.

To put it simply, a group of senior bear children from Ilvermorny set up an ambush on the way of the Japanese team, and in order not to attract the attention of the school, they directly disarmed and cursed the opponent's wand, relying on the advantage of their own high grade and physical strength, and directly killed the opponent's team and started hand-to-hand combat.

This is quite a clever approach, and it is true that the damage caused by fists is not easy to attract the attention of professors compared to using magic directly, but today, it is an exception.

As the attacked side, the Japanese wizards were quickly taken to the hospital for treatment - but one of their chasers and batsmen was seriously injured, and it is still a question whether they will be able to play normally tomorrow, and even if they can play, their strength will inevitably be reduced.

For the rest of the day, Principal Ilvermorny's roar was barely audible even to Allen, who was hiding in his own camp.

"You cowards, trash, vile and shameless sneak attackers, sorcerers, disgrace to Ilvermorny, who instilled in your uncivilized brains such filthy ideas and carried them out? Is your honor so cheap? Isn't it okay to fight with dignity? Who is the leader! Stand up for me!"

In the crowd of onlookers, the little wizards who had been disarmed by the professors trembled, but none of them stood up or identified them.

This made the headmaster start to scan the guy who had done the crime with cold eyes - the momentum accumulated in the past made everyone who was staring at him stop and dare not look at him, but no one identified the leader.

The already stiff look on his face, which was full of signature smirks, deepened a little more, and he called out directly to a professor and whispered a few words, but the professor who tried to distinguish flinched when he stared at his headmaster's almost emotionless eyes.

Soon, a brown whip with a few black stains was brought up, and while the professors of Ilvermorny were silent, the legs of the offenders began to tremble involuntarily - the whip that had been handed down from the founding of the school was the ultimate tool for punishment, second only to expulsion.

"Perhaps, now someone can tell me who made this suggestion?" The headmaster's face began to calm down, and even his signature smile appeared again, but none of the guilty guys were relieved, but felt a bucket of ice water poured directly on their heads.

At this moment, one of Ilvermorny's prefects stepped forward, his movements slow, and even a slight tremor could be seen if he looked closely at his legs: "Headmaster—it's me." ”

In response to him, there was a whip that twitched the air and screamed, and with the whip down, the prefect rolled directly on the ground into a shrimp, firmly covering the part that was pumped, and his mouth subconsciously screamed, and from the part he was pulled out and failed to cover, he could see that an electric light was rising rapidly in the crimson scar that was extracted, as if something foreign had appeared under the skin.

"It's me?"

A flash of lightning flashed through the air, and another crack appeared in the random thick winter coat, and at the same time there was a scream.

"How shamelessly can you say things like you're celebrating a holiday at this time as if you're fine?"

With angry words, another whip was whipped, but this time, because it was too strong, it was directly struck on the ground, bringing out a deep black whip mark, which provoked the onlookers to take a breath of cold air.

Unfortunately, the man who did it did not mean to stop, but instead whipped the participant who was standing on the side with a backhand - just a whip, and the adult wizard flew out with the clothes that had been torn off.

The headmaster of Ilvermorny began to wave his whip like a colleague reaping, and not a single student missed a single blow to the ground, only then did he return and continue to look at the prefect who could get up slightly.

"A bunch of cowards!" the whip pulled back.

"Shameless!"

。。。

By the end of the beating, there were no more insulting words, except for the sound of successive whips whipping up the air—and the prefect in front of him, his clothes had been torn to shreds, purple swollen scars were all over his body, and crimson stains were everywhere from the blood burned by electricity.

Finally, the headmaster of the Japanese wizarding school, who was unable to see him, stopped him - Rao, and he still threw out the last two whips.

Then, the whip was thrown, leaving a wailing student on the ground, and disappeared directly.