Everyone in the audience let out a burst of cheers, and everyone looked at Ning An happily and let out heavy breathing.

"But - we have something to do before the banquet begins." His voice suddenly turned cold, and with an icy tone, the atmosphere that made everyone cheer suddenly cooled.

Walking off the podium, he took out his wand for a long time, and Ning An said indifferently: "Presumably, these three people don't need me to introduce everyone, and everyone knows each other - Pierre, Joe and Gore, the people who like us the most." ”

He gently came to the frightened three, Pierre was tied all over, lying on the ground, writhing incessantly, he opened his mouth wide and kept saying something to Ning An, but he couldn't make any sound.

"Stop."

Ning An clicked on Pierre? Trudeau, the hemp rope on the latter's body snaked and retreated like a snake, turning into a cloud of black smoke and disappearing into the air.

He also became able to speak

"What do you want to do, Ning'an!"

After the rope was removed, Pierre calmed down a lot, but he still felt a lot of pressure in a small circle surrounded by the crowd.

Staggered and quickly got up from the ground, his hand in his bosom as if trying to find his wand.

"Are you looking for this?" Samantha stood on the side, tossing a brown wand up and down in her hand, and looked at Pierre with a strange smile.

"You despicable sneak attacker—" Seeing Samantha holding his wand, Pierre was also enraged, and he roared and tried to pounce on it, but after weighing the difference in numbers, he finally held back.

"Give him back the wand, Samantha." Ning An stepped forward and instructed Samantha while motioning for the crowd to retreat.

Without saying anything more, Samantha bowed slightly, then straightened up and glared at Pierre fiercely, and threw her wand away.

Pierre grabbed the wand, a little unsure of what Ning An meant, he clenched the wand vigilantly, ignoring the two henchmen on the ground, and slowly retreated towards the door step by step.

"I'm afraid you can't go out yet, Pierre." Ning An stood in place, rubbing his fingers leisurely, as if the weather was too cold and his fingers became stiff, so he had to move.

"What the hell do you want to do!?" Pierre leaned against the door, he groped hard but couldn't find the doorknob, pushed hard, and the classroom door didn't move.

"I think we may have had some misunderstandings before, so I want to clear up those misunderstandings." Ning An stopped playing with his fingers, took out his wand again, stood in front of Pierre, and said lightly:

"How about a battle between wizards? One-to-one, 2nd grade to 5th grade. ”

Pierre looked at Ning An, clenched his back molars, the door that couldn't be opened, surrounded by so many people, it seems that Ning An gave the best choice, and when he defeated this arrogant second-grade kid, no one would dare to stop him from leaving.

"Okay."

Nodding, Pierre looked at Ning An gloomily, although he looked down on the other party as a second-year little wizard, but after all, the other party was a genius wizard who was famous all over the house, and he should be taken seriously no matter what.

"So, let's get started." Ning An said casually.

Before he could finish speaking, Pierre stretched out his wand

"Faint!"

He had planned to take Ning An by surprise and knock him down at once.

According to Pierre's thoughts, even if Ning An is talented, as a second-year student with little actual combat experience, he must not be able to react in the face of his sudden attack, so maybe one blow can divide the winner or loser.

Pierre had a tricky smile on his face, and when he usually bullied other students, it was a consistent skill to come by surprise, and he was determined to get this blow.

There was a crisp sound, and Ning An swiped it lightly with his wand, and there was a shock in the air, instantly knocking Pierre's stun spell away, and all this seemed to be effortless.

“……”

Pierre was stunned for a moment, then shouted in panic

"Faint! Faint! ”

He fired two spells in succession and went straight to Ning'an.

However, Ning An still sent the two spells flying with the same accuracy, and the Slytherins who had just joined the Serpent Faith let out a burst of exclamation and cheers, in fact, wizarding duels were not something that was often seen for the students who lived at Hogwarts every day.

"That's all you can do? Aha? Pierre? Ning An lazily rubbed his wand and looked sarcastically at Pierre, who was standing in front of him with a panicked face.

"Crushed—"

"Except for your weapon—" Before Pierre's spell could be completed, he was struck by a red light, and his wand flew to the ceiling, while he himself was sent flying by the rapid red light, and slammed into the wall near the side of the classroom door.

The pain hit from his waist, and Pierre thought that he might have twisted his waist, and he now understood Ning An's fighting strength, which was not on the same level as himself at all.

The pain kept invading, Pierre didn't want to duel anymore, he lay on the ground, admitted defeat and said: "I lost, you won, Ning An, I admit, you won." ”

"No, you didn't lose." Ning An's cold voice sounded, "Hurry up, Pierre, you are not dead yet, how can you be considered losing?" ”

"You, what do you want to do!" Pierre felt that Ning An must be crazy, he must be joking, trembling and slowly standing up, waving his hands, Pierre said in a trembling voice:

"No, I lost, Ning An, I apologize for what I did-"

"Pick up your wand—" Ning An said coldly, "Or, are you going to fight me empty-handed?" ”

Pierre looked at Ning An blankly, at this moment he really regretted that he shouldn't have provoked this madman.

What exactly does he want? You don't really want to kill me! Pierre was cranky, and the fear of the unknown made his body tremble.

"Bang"

A ray of light shot out of Ning'an's wand and struck Pierre hard. The latter was smashed out of the air again, hitting the wall, the corners of his eyes cracked, and blood flowed down his brow bone.

"I said, you'd better pick up your wand - it's not a good idea to be empty-handed." Ning An's tone was clearly full of ridicule and teasing. All this seemed to him like some interesting game.

But for Pierre and Andrés and Gore who were still lying on the ground, it was a nightmare.

His face was burning with pain, and there was liquid running down his eyes, and Pierre knew that he was bleeding, and if he could, he didn't want to stay here for a moment, he wanted to turn and run away.

But there was no way back, and a desperate fear welled up in Pierre's heart, and he felt that he was facing not wizards, but a group of madmen.

The other members of the Serpents, including Samantha, stood by and watched excitedly, their breathing getting heavier and heavier, and some even let out weird, shrill laughter and shrill howls, adding to the horror of the dimly lit classroom.

Unsure of what fate awaits him, Pierre is trapped in a horror called the unknown, and he is completely unable to determine what the group of madmen in front of him will do.

But seeing Ning An raise his wand again, Pierre had no choice but to quickly lie down and grab the wand he had fallen to the ground.

A vicious spell shot out from Ning An's wand and hit Pierre's hand, which had just grabbed it.

"Ahhh

Fingers did not listen to him, twitched and dropped his wand on the ground, and Pierre could only fold his arms, wailing and twisting and rolling on the ground.

"Oh—Pierre, you can't even hold your wand?" Ning An stretched out a foot, stepped on the wand that rolled to his feet, and said with a sneer.

The rest of the snake letters in the classroom went even more crazy, making all sorts of strange noises, laughing, humiliating, cheering, and celebrating.

Several people couldn't help but take out their wands and looked at Andres and Gore on the ground eagerly.

"Hang them up!"

Ning An suddenly shouted loudly, igniting everyone's emotions at once, at this moment all the school rules and constraints did not exist, in this classroom, at this moment, everyone had a feeling that they could do whatever they wanted.

The glowing spell of "pop" shot out from the crowd, and Pierre, Andrés, and Gore suspended in a scream, and ropes like steel ropes hung from the ceiling and snaked their legs.

Hung them upside down from the ceiling.

"Whew-" The crowd erupted in laughter and howls, and the crowd laughed and humiliated the trio as best they could.

Samantha looked at Pierre with a wicked smile, then stretched out her wand and pointed at it, only to see that Pierre's face was doused with boiling water, and steam continued to rise, and at the same time, the blisters caused by the burn bulged out.

"Ahhh

"Silent—"

"Close your earbuds and listen—"

Ning An stepped up to the podium and used two spells to block out the shouts of the three Pierre and their hearing, he looked at the crowd with a slight smile and cleared his throat.

"I'm glad you guys are here for this banquet." As Ning An opened his mouth, the wizards in the audience fell silent, staring at Ning An on the podium with eyes shining with different lights in the dark.

"It's a ritual!" Suddenly raising his voice, Ning An restrained his smile and shouted sharply: "From now on, this is the fate of those who are our enemies!" ”

The wizards cheered excitedly, and there was no shortage of cruel laughter, many of them had been marginalized in Slytherin, unappreciated and bullied, and Ning An's words resonated with them powerfully.

This is what happens to the enemy! None of the people who have bullied them will escape! All be punished! Because now, they are part of the Serpent's Letter!