There was a question that had been haunting Shane's mind, but he was reluctant to think about it, because it was too philosophical, philosophical------ what was his goal in life, and what a new beginning meant to him after a life that was lighter than pure water. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Pretending to be a slap in the face? No style!

Pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger? Eleven years old, how to dress? Relying on the knowledge and the magic that those old perverts poured into his brain like cramming, he didn't know when he would bang and blow himself up to the sky? Who to eat? Those Muggles?

This life is as lonely as snow, wizarding is a boring academic 'profession', a qualified wizard needs to master the knowledge, even if it is the amount, is far from being comparable to those college students in the previous life, so, honestly, peacefully, do some eleven-year-old wizard apprentices should do what they should do, Harry Potter? Oh, that's the main character, how a butterfly flaps its wings, Shane doesn't know, but he knows that where the wheel of history is going is not subject to human will, and anyone who tries to stop it and change it generally has only two ends: relying on the luck of selling himself for a few lifetimes, or being ruthlessly run over by the wheel of history, and in most cases, being crushed is the only result.

Shane didn't think that being able to release a high-level spell at the age of eleven meant that he could become Long Aotian, that was the capital of his survival, a capital that required careful management to grow enough to support him for the rest of his life!

But this life is always contradictory, everyone will have so many enemies, as if they were born with your five elements, so that you want to be lonely like snow and lonely, you don't want to pretend to be forced, but you can't be the one who is pretending to be forced.

"I've heard about you from my dad, Sean Merlin." The short blonde hair is stranded vertically to the back of his head, and he seems to have touched some hair oil, with a strange smell of saying that it stinks and says that it is not fragrant, and his pale face and thin chin make him look like a cream boy, but the goldfish eyes that are always looking at the sky make people have no way to have a good impression of him.

"Thank you." Sean raised the hot coco in his hand and didn't look up, he didn't want people to stare at him as if he owed me five million.

"Merlin is the oldest and noblest pure-blood of all wizards, and my dad told me that there were no living people in that old family hundreds of years ago, and that the great Merlin was a wizard of Slytherin! You're impersonating! "Malfoy's face I found the look of contempt of a beggar posing as a billionaire." Especially, you actually became friends with a lowly mudblood! Malfoy glanced at Hermione not far away, with the eyes of a fly.

"If you shut up now, maybe I'll just teach you a lesson that isn't so unbearable, but it looks like you're not going to accept my kindness." Sean held down Hermione, whose face was flushed. "It's just a dog, don't surrender yourself, drink some hot cocoa, there's a new gadget I invented, it's great, and ------"

"Your family must be lowly poor ghosts, that's why they use Merlin's name to deceive, maybe you are also a lowly mudblood, you must be ------"

"That's right." Two suckling pig-like creatures stood behind Malfoy, chuckling in agreement.

"Fuck off! Malfoy! Harry shoved Malfoy away from behind, and Crabbe and Goyle grabbed their master.

"You lowly commoner in the countryside!" Malfoy's face didn't blush when he was angry, only a faint flush appeared on his pale face, the goldfish eyes upgraded to bull's eyes, and the gray pupils dilated irregularly. "You two idiots! What are you still standing for! Hit him! ”

"But this is in the hall------" The two suckling pigs immediately appeared in their original form. "We can wait until no one is around to beat him."

"Sooner or later! My dad will kick you shitty wizards out of Hogwarts! My dad is a school director----- you poor devils don't know what a school director is! ”

"Harry." Sean patted him on the shoulder.

"What -------"

"You're holding me in the way, oh, and Hermione, take your book and hot cocoa away."

"Smack~" The handsome spell casting posture is not within the scope of pretending, but the activation of the spell requires clear instructions, just like the spell that has been shortened countless times, or the action of the wand swinging, no wand and no spell casting, is there anything more convenient than snapping your fingers? As for handsome------ side effects only.

Malfoy's face finally turned red this time, he covered his mouth, a green tendon appeared on his forehead, and the people on the side seemed to know what was going to happen, and they all hid him away at once.

"Vomit~~~" It was really a heart-rending vomit, Malfoy's mouth was wide open, and a sticky and still wriggling unknown object suddenly flooded the table.

"Damn Malfoy! What are you eating?! Yes! Do you want to disgust people to death?! "That's the Slug Vomit Spell, idiot, do you see, no wand----- he's only in the first grade!" "First grade? Damn, looking at his height, he looks like a first grade? "Fuck off! Malfoy! Why don't you spit on the Slytherin table! "Oh~Damn, my pumpkin juice~~~"

“Finite，Incantatem！” A lean young man in a Slytherin uniform waved his wand, but it was useless, Malfoy was still spitting slugs out one by one, and the two henchmen were so frightened that they stood there.

"Ha~ Poor Flint, you can't lift a vomit curse." The Weasley brothers would not have been missing on such an occasion, and the two of them rubbed shoulders and winked at Sean while taunting the Slytherin prefect.

"Yes, I really doubt how you became a superior. Ah, by the way, being a Slytherin is just bad, maybe you're the worst of them all! ”

"Fuck off! Cheap Weasley! "Marcus Flint, with his short black shiny pot lid, seemed to touch the unknown hair oil like Malfoy, so that the hair was tightly pressed against his head, and the deep sunken eye sockets seemed to be born with dark circles, outlining a gloomy snake-like face, revealing a mouthful of large yellow teeth when he opened his mouth.

"Cast a spell on him, Sean Merlin! Otherwise I'll keep you in confinement for the rest of your life! Flint stared at Sean with snake-like eyes, his wand pointed at the tip of his nose.

The prefect does have the right to confiner people, but it is a bit embarrassing to say this after the spell has failed.

"Give you two seconds to take your wand away, or I'll keep you in the hospital for the rest of your life."

"Flint! What are you doing?! "Patsy, Gryffindor's prefect, and as for Ravenclaw's ------ maybe he's getting caught up in the knocker problem and can't get out." Drop your wand or we'll have to go to the Headmaster's Office!" ”

Dumbledore's name was still very useful, and Flint gritted his teeth and lowered his wand.

"It's hard to pretend to be a force." Shane shook his head helplessly, picked up the book and prepared to leave.

“Relashio！” Flint gritted his teeth and flicked his wand.

"Smack~" As soon as the spell light lit up, it was bounced back by an invisible barrier, Flint's face changed, and then he fell to the ground like a mess of mud.

"Hah! Well done! Shane could hear it, it was the Weasley brothers' voice.

"Shut up! Bill! Patsy looked at Sean with a puzzled expression. Attack Captain! You're going to be expelled. ”

"There are so many pairs of eyes here, my prefect, I haven't done anything." Sean picked up the steaming hot cocoa, hissed, and took a sip. "A little less sugar, what do you think?" Sean looked at the little girl with a bewildered face, grinning and revealing a mouthful of big white teeth.