Last time, McGonagall took advantage of the loophole and teased her, and this time, she won't repeat the same mistakes.

How to tie a beautiful and shameful knot is indeed a technical task, but it is not a difficult task for the Countess of Bathory.

Camilla had imagined a moment of McGonagall wailing and begging for mercy in her hands, and such a shameful and humiliating scene should allow him to obediently hand over the Shadow Stone and become a slave under her skirt.

At that time, she would no longer have to worry about what Miss Gloria would think of him.

Thinking of this, the corners of Camilla's mouth smiled uncontrollably, and she wrapped the spirit rope in her hand towards McGonagall's hand beside the bed.

However, just as the rope passed through McGonagall's hand, McGonagall's hand suddenly buckled against her wrist.

"Huh?"

Camilla was stunned for a moment, looking at the hand holding her wrist, the white and slender fingers, but with very strong strength.

"Isn't he asleep?" Camilla panicked and looked into McGonagall's face, his eyes still closed, as if he hadn't woken up.

"Are you dreaming?" Camilla couldn't help but wonder if it was so hard to hold her hand that she couldn't even continue to pass the rope through McGonagall's hand, which gave her a little headache.

McGonagall is too cunning, if you can tie him up while he sleeps, then you don't have to worry about him playing other tricks, such an opportunity is not always available.

Camila tried to turn her wrist, but McGonagall's hand was like an iron tong, clamping her wrist so tightly that she couldn't turn it.

Although she has the strength of the ninth level, her strength is not strong, and the means of controlling the enemy are mostly magic, and now she is grabbed by McGonagall's arm like this, and it is not easy to break free with her strength alone.

"Bastard, it's so powerful when you're asleep." Once the glow coalesced on Camilla's other hand, it seemed like it would have to use magic to untie the guy's hand from her wrist first.

But before her spell could be cast, McGonagall grabbed her hand and suddenly pulled it hard, and she was unsteady standing on the edge of the bed, and threw herself directly on the bed, rolling around, and lying next to McGonagall.

Naturally, McGonagall grabbed her other hand and easily held her in her arms.

“？？？”

Camilla glared, and if it weren't for the fact that McGonagall's breathing had been in a very smooth state of sleep, she almost thought he was deliberately taking advantage of her.

But now that she was controlled by her hands, controlled in his arms, through the thin skirt, she could even feel the hot body behind her, the hard muscles were as clear as squares, strange, how could this man who looked very thin have such a hard body.

Her body suddenly stiffened slightly.

Although she has lived for more than three hundred years, has experienced the last race war, has drunk the blood of enemies, has a husband, owns a huge castle, and is a princess of the vampire clan.

However, she is still a virgin......

In her opinion, men are all dirty things, and she is disgusted by a few words, let alone any physical contact with them.

But now that McGonagall grabbed her hands and wrapped them in her arms, her heart couldn't stop beating faster, and the rapid flow of blood made her feel breathless, and a hint of blush rose on her pale face.

When she first got married, some of the words her mother had said to her came to her heart, and her body became a little hot.

I wanted to break free from McGonagall's arms immediately, but I was worried about waking him up, so I was a little entangled for a while.

"Isn't she only interested in women?" McGonagall felt the increasingly hot and dry body in her arms, and was also slightly stunned, he intended to play Camilla, so he interrupted her spell, and only felt that there was no possibility of any male and female love between them, so he didn't care too much about the means and movements.

But now Camila's heartbeat was audible even to him, and most vampires were chronically anemic, which made him a little worried that she would not fall unconscious on the spot due to the lack of blood supply.

Just when Camila's face was getting hotter and hotter, and she was struggling with what to do, she was suddenly stunned and muttered softly, "Huh? No, why should I worry about an ordinary man waking up, I'm Countess Bathory, a powerful ninth-level vampire! ”

"yes, that's weird." McGonagall nodded in response.

"You also think it's strange...... Yes!!! Camilla screamed and jerked her head back to meet McGonagall's eyes.

In the darkness, the two pairs of eyes were almost together.

"You weren't asleep at all!" Camila exclaimed, as if she had been greatly deceived.

"I'm the one who's supposed to scream, right? Halfway through my sleep, there was an extra woman on the bed, and she was still lying in my arms, and if this spread the word, my innocent reputation would be ruined. McGonagall looked innocent and said, "You're responsible." ”

Camila retorted: "I'm a woman, even if I suffer, I should suffer, right?" I didn't hold you accountable, you had the brazenness to hold me accountable! ”

"You're a widow." McGonagall shrugged.

"Then you're still a widower! And with children! Camilla was indignant!

"In that case, we're a good match." McGonagall raised an eyebrow.

"Really." Camila was stunned for a moment, thought about it carefully, and seemed to be like this, and nodded subconsciously.

"That's not right! There's absolutely no way I'm going to be with this guy! Also, I'm here tonight to get the picture of the Shadow Stone! Camilla quickly came back to her senses, looked at McGonagall, who was still holding her wrist, and snorted coldly, "Let go of me!" That dead pervert who sleeps without clothes! ”

"I'm obviously wearing a nightgown or not, and besides, in the middle of the night, the third watch ran to someone else's bed, if you want to say that you are perverted, it should be you, right?" McGonagall retorted that although the dressing gown was open, it was undeniable that he was still wearing it.

"Hmph, today I'll let you know what a real pervert is!" Camila smiled coldly, the surroundings of her body instantly became cold, and a ghostly light lit up again on her fingertips.

"Click."

At that moment, a crisp metallic sound rang out, and Camila's magic was interrupted again, and her hands were pulled together and handcuffed.

"You're ......," Camila opened her mouth in some panic.

"Smack."

A round ball with holes was stuffed into her mouth, and the rope was wrapped around the back and tied in a beautiful bow.

"Woooooooo......oo

"Click."

McGonagall casually put a collar around her neck, and the magic was blocked instantly, and Camilla looked at McGonagall blankly, her eyes growing terrified.