The Slytherins were wary and apprehensive about everything they found after the previous 'baptism', after all, their faces were still black, and the Weasleys didn't know what recipe to use for paint, so they couldn't get rid of the darkness on their faces.

After carefully exploring the distance, they finally found a real wand with tears in their eyes, and after finding several fake wands, they almost picked it up and subconsciously prepared to throw it away.

Taking the hard-won wand, the seventh-year Slytherin raised his head and pointed his wand at the sky, making a grand wish, "Those two Weasleys I must fight cry and call Daddy." The rest of the Slytherins applauded with excitement on their faces.

"There's also a telescope here." At this time, a Slytherin who ran up to the second floor to search came down with a very ordinary telescope.

"Show me."

"Be careful not to be a Weasley trap again." There was a little wizard reminder.

"I'll see," he said, carefully observing it a few times, and then trying to put it in his eyes, "it should be true, we are psychologically shadowed by them, and can they still make the telescope explode." As he spoke, he walked to the window and put the telescope in front of him, adjusting the focal length by the way.

However, before he could see what was going on in the distance, a fist suddenly appeared that occupied all of his vision.

"This...?"

"Bang!"

"Ahh

Frightened and screaming and throwing away the binoculars that came out of his fist, Slytherin, covering his eyes, looked sideways at the telescope and realized what had happened to him.

Several Slytherins who saw this scene were stunned by this sudden situation, and then they all looked at the fist telescope that was thrown away, this thing was really pressed into a trap by the two brothers? How do their brains grow? Then the two Slytherins woke up from their slumber and ran over to pick up the hapless child who had fallen to the ground.

"Gabriel, are you alright?" One of them asked worriedly.

"I don't know, I just feel pain." As he spoke, Gabriel took the hand covering his eyes away.

"Shh The Slytherins who saw his eyes let out frightened noises in unison.

"What, what's wrong?" Gabriel, taken aback by their reaction, stammered.

"See for yourself." The student next to him pointed to the mirror in the house and said.

Gabriel hurriedly ran over, and then let out another scream, "Weasley, I am at odds with you. I saw that his eyes were swollen like two eggs protruding for some reason, but he didn't notice it, or it didn't hurt to this extent, and the two protruding eyes were also dyed, one green and one yellow, plus he was sprayed black before, this makeup clown will be called a ghost when he sees it. No wonder everyone else was afraid to make that kind of sound, and even he couldn't help but cry out when he saw it.

"It's just too deceitful." The Slytherins, who shared their hatred, came up with a determination. The game can be lost, and Weasley must die.

The Weasleys didn't know that a group of slytherins who had gone berserk had made it their goal to take out the other three houses that they had to die, and they wondered if they would be proud to know.

"Hey, Fred, you said I'm going to hit that guy right now, what's going to happen to them." George looked at the student who stood up with some ill will.

"Do you want to try it?" Fred was intrigued by George's proposal and jumped forward with his wand.

However, in the end, they still didn't attack the student, first, because they were not sure to 'kill' him, and second, they didn't want to reveal their location for the time being.

McGoth waited for a while to see that everyone else was moved, and even the deceived student didn't say anything more, and slowly got up.

The man saw that the people around him were slowly coming out and said with a smile, "Okay, it just so happens that there are eight more people on our side, since we have reached a cooperation, let's start cleaning up the people around us, but in order to prevent someone from taking advantage of the opportunity, I suggest that we move back to back in pairs, so that no matter who attacks, there will always be about half of the people who see it." ”

This suggestion was so recognized, and McGoth and a recent student partner,

"Hello, my name is Magos. Will, a second-year Gryffindor, who is that student? McGoth offered to say hello.

"Hufflepuff, Fritz. McCarthy, 7th grade. The partner responded briefly, and then looked at the person who asked McGos with a complicated expression and continued,

"He's also Hufflepuff's, and his name is Mike. Pocar, 6th grade. ”

McGoth was stunned, "Hufflepuff? I thought he was a Slytherin. ”

"It's normal for you to have this thought, if I didn't know him, I would think the same way."

"Turns out the Sorting Hat sometimes gets it wrong." McGoth sighed.

Fritz. The corners of McCarthy's mouth twitched, and that's how he felt.

Then they almost eliminated all the students they found around them at the speed of the autumn wind sweeping the leaves, and McGoth was a little proud to be able to fight them here, thinking that the senior wizards were nothing more than that, but in the process he found that he was thinking too much, and the senior wizards were much stronger than him in terms of proficiency in magic spells and reaction speed in dodging magic spells, The reason why he was able to fight them here was not only because of his familiarity with PUBG, but also because of Snape's combat experience with him at that time.

"Professor Snape is such a good teacher." Magos whispered a thank you. It's just that Fritz behind him still heard it, and he wondered if he had heard it wrong, and someone actually said that Snape was a good teacher, and it was still a Gryffindor who said this, and the sun really came out of the west.

After dealing with those 'outsiders', the small group of eight people fell apart in an instant, and Magos immediately lay down without saying a word and quickly lay down behind a tree, and sure enough, at this moment, the voice of the spell came out of the mouths of their 'team members'. McGoth looked cautiously and saw that three more people had been eliminated at this time, including the one who survived before, and it seemed that this kid was still too simple after all.

"It's 15 minutes before the end, how many people have you 'killed'?" Mike. Pocar said.

Magos looked down at the bracelet, which was hung with the number 5 written on it. There was no in-game view function, and he didn't know how many other people there were, but he felt like there were a few more people around him.

Just as they were counting each other's heads, the Slytherins, suppressed in their anger, arrived.

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