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For these people who got their professors to the hospital in a daze, they would be expelled if they didn't burn down their camp, and if they burned it, they would be expelled, but the only remaining chance of survival was to inflict huge losses on the Hogwarts side - only then could they escape the punishment of their own harsh headmaster.

So, the crowd headed straight for the Hogwarts camp - and at this moment, Alan knew nothing about it.

Also, who would have thought that someone would come and burn down the camp at the end of the day?

Even in the wizarding world, this is an obvious violation of the law and death—is it true that wizards don't have prisons or that minors don't go in?

The British wizarding law does not have the death penalty, but the United States has the highest death penalty, although there is no such thing as starting in three years, but there is no big problem in prison.

But these words are obviously only spoken to the sober ones, and those who have already begun to go berserk in the flames and alcohol will not listen to them at all.

While Alan and the others were idle playing cards, the door of their tent was pushed open, and a face with a hurried and excited expression came in - "Stop playing, come out quickly, there's a lot of fun!"

The guy on the probe was his twin brother's friend Li Jordan, and he still had sweat drops on his forehead at the moment because of the fast running, and the boy was panting heavily, while leaking an excited look: "Hurry up, hurry up, what kind of cards are you going to play, look at Ilvermorny's camp!"

A group of boys responded to Li Jordan's call as quickly as possible, the cards were thrown directly on the table, and the group of people who hastily put on their robes rushed out after Li Jordan's footsteps.

At this moment, under the cover of the approaching night, the magic fire of the camp of Ilvermorny looked quite flavorful - the various summoned flames did not have any tendency to be controlled at all, but burned more and more vigorously, and the sky-high fire was mixed with the wail of the destruction of magical items from time to time, and many people even saw the figure of the fire spirit produced when the legendary flame burned to the extreme - those not very handsome guys danced wildly in the burning fire, extremely presumptuous.

"Oh my god - I guess they've lost a lot this time, how many magic items have been destroyed in this fire?"

"God knows, if only we didn't get killed—there were a lot of people on our side who participated in this march, and those guys went crazy?"

But soon the prefects passed on the latest news - a good one, a bad one.

Luckily, there were no fatalities, and no serious injuries, because when the tent was burning, the students of Ilvermorny were shouting to see the commotion—so there were no casualties.

This point was found by several professors who rushed in to check and find out under the spell of avoiding fire, so it was very authoritative.

Hearing this, the crowd was relieved - people are fine, but as for things, you have a good relationship with Ilvermorny at Hogwarts?

But the joy of the crowd was soon suppressed by the news that the group had no intention of stopping, and that a group of madmen had arrived at the Hogwarts camp.

"Merlin's woollen stockings! these bastards aren't even going to let go of their own school?"

The prefect who delivered the message shrugged his shoulders - "Hell, I know what they think, but for now, according to the orders of the professors above, you'd better go back to the camp and put away the valuable things, and then follow the instructions to concentrate for a while." That's right - if there's a sleeping or drunk bastard, wash their face with a spring of water!"

"What about the professors, why didn't they stop the guys?"

The prefect rolled his eyes, "Do you know how many people are there? Do you know that the bunch of rebels is enough to overthrow a small country? And it's a bunch of students -- what kind of mass destruction spell do you think the professor will cast on them to stop them? And one last question -- are you sure the professor did the madman?"

Well, to be honest, it's very hard.

It's not like punching the master to death - when the unconscious spell is like raindrops, even the strongest wizard has to kneel down and sing conquest.

Of course, no one will be stupid to resist hard, for this kind of fools gathered together, experienced wizards can play a bunch of dead by hitting the flanks and slowly grinding - as for Voldemort's level, although he can't kill all of these guys at once, but it's easy to kill half of them from a distance - or when the other party can't even touch a single hair.

However, the biggest problem now is that the other side is not an enemy, but a student.

Even if a group of students burned down a school camp, they were still students and not thugs, not Dumbledore, even the other two headmasters could easily kill the gang - they were not soldiers, and when they saw a certain amount of blood, even if they were crazy at first, they would be scared out of panic.

But—no.

Even the most demanding headmaster would not make such a decision - on the contrary, no matter who intends to implement the idea, even if he did, the headmaster would have duel with the bastard with red eyes.

That's their student! Their own calf! If you make a mistake, you can just arrest and deal with it yourself, and you dare to try to kill it! Do you think the principal is easy to bully?

In desperation, even Dumbledore chose to let the students put away their valuables for the time being, and then move to a safe place en masse - it is conceivable that after the group of guys woke up from alcohol and drugs, they were definitely waiting for a different world, and several headmasters would choose to beat out all the of the bear children.

Although it was not a time of crisis, nor was it the most dangerous time for Hogwarts, the tension was still very loud - everyone began to scramble to pack up, and even set up the tents as quickly as possible.

"Oh my God—why are these people so slow?"

Marshall patted his head when he saw that some of the people had not finished packing up their belongings - several of their tents were the first to be cleaned up, and he thought that the damage would be minimized this time, but when he came out, he saw that the boys' tents were not cleaned up, and as for the girls, it was even slower, and they had put a bunch of ornaments in the tent.

The others looked puzzled - what are you complaining about at this time, tidying up!