Durmstrang Castle, in the conference room.

There was not the slightest change in the room, exactly the same as it had been a few hours before. The meeting room was in the depths of the castle and had not been destroyed by the demon golems.

In other words, if this place is also destroyed, the castle will almost be split in two, or even collapsed completely.

The interior is dimly lit, reflecting the uncertain faces of many professors. They sat silently on chairs at the long table, a bloodied figure bound to his knees.

Norlin leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, and no one spoke first. The professors all stared at Riley Norman with anger in their eyes, and the smell of Mars in the silence seemed to explode at any moment.

Ironically, Riley Norman, who had been sitting on the throne presiding over the meeting a few hours earlier, was now on his knees, like a prisoner about to be tortured, waiting for death to come.

"Click."

The door was pushed open, and Professor Brown and Meredith walked in at the same time.

"How's it going?"

Professor Pandora raised an eyebrow and asked Meredith.

Meredith didn't clean her face, she was still dirty. She sat down beside Nolin and said with a solemn expression:

"Not too optimistic. The students' emotions were greatly stimulated, and several said that they would be leaving school tomorrow and going home. Although I persuaded them, the sentiment should soon spread among the students.

There were not enough beds in the school hospital, and Mr. Ford used a few empty classrooms as temporary wards, and the problem of the injured was initially resolved. But there is only one doctor at the school, Mr. Ford, and I'm afraid he won't be able to keep busy, because there are so many injured ......."

"I'll be able to help later."

Professor Brown listened quietly to her narration, and suddenly said aloud, "I'm a Potions professor after all, and I won't have a problem dealing with some simple trauma. ”

Professor Pandora nodded, his face not sad or happy, and said in a deep voice:

"So, did you bring your truth spitting?"

"Brought it."

Professor Brown had a sinister smile on his face, and he took out a bottle of potion and put it on the table, "I just happened to have a sub-elixir a few days ago, and I just added a little condiment, which definitely makes this bastard a different experience." ”

There was a milky liquid in the potion, which was supposed to be white, but I don't know what Professor Brown put in, and it turned iron blue, which looked a little scary.

Norlin understood why the professors didn't use the Dementors. Dementorship has great requirements for both the spellcaster and the spellcaster, and the strength of the two must be opened to fully ensure the effectiveness of the spell, and Riley Norman is a wizard who is enough to serve as the vice principal of Durmstrang for many years, and none of the professors here dare to say that he is much higher than Riley Norman's strength, even if Riley Norman is already on his knees and dying.

As for Nolin...... He was a little helpless, because he hadn't learned the spell yet.

He didn't have time on weekdays, and he didn't think there would be a time when this spell would come in handy at school. After all, if the soul retrieval is not well controlled, it will cause a lot of damage to the caster, and to a certain extent, it will cause amnesia or other brain damage to the caster.

The elixir is not so restrictive, it has powerful medicinal properties, and can make the person who drinks it to confide everything in his memory very clearly.

Of course, the elixir is not a 100% success rate, and prepared wizards will implant a virtual memory in their brains to mislead the person who asks them.

However, judging by Riley Norman's unstoppable attitude, none of the professors believed that he would prepare a memory in advance to deal with the elixir.

"Let's get started."

Professor Pandora said, and all eyes were on Professor Brown.

"Wait a minute."

Norlin opened his eyes, and the professors looked over him, waiting for him to speak. After the terrible battle just now, his status in the hearts of all professors has risen infinitely, and no one will treat him like an ordinary student.

Norin looked at Karkaroff, who was sitting in the headmaster's seat without saying a word, and asked indifferently:

"Mr. Headmaster, is there anything you would like to say?"

From the very beginning of the battle, Karkarov's attitude was very strange, and he actually watched the play from the sidelines, and seemed to stand on a neutral position. You know, he's the nominal headmaster of the school.

The battle situation on the battlefield was so anxious that Norin didn't bother to pay attention to anything unrelated to the battle, but after the battle, he realized that Karkaroff was the neatest person in the school, and there was not even a single stain on his robe.

Karkarov opened his mouth and was speechless for a long time. Pandora glanced at him and said lightly:

"We'll talk about that later. Brown, do it. ”

Norlin narrowed his eyes and stopped talking.

Professor Brown uncorked the bottle and pried Riley Norman's tightly closed mouth with one hand, and he didn't care about the blood staining his robes at this time. With his other hand, he poured a milky iron-blue liquid into Riley Norman's mouth.

Riley Norman gritted his teeth desperately, but was punched in the jaw by Professor Brown, and instantly lost his strength and swallowed a large bottle of truth potion in a daze.

After all, he is just a wizard, and his body is no different from that of an ordinary old man, and one punch is enough for him to hurt for ten days and half a month.

The professors waited quietly. Under the gaze of everyone, Riley Norman's face became more and more painful and hideous, his eyes were as wide as copper bells, his throat kept making a sound like "ho ho" similar to pulling the dilapidated bellows, his body kept rolling on the ground, the wounds on his body that had barely scabbed were broken again, and blood flowed on the ground, as if a carpet had been laid.

"Shhh......h

Screams of pain echoed through the room. Riley Norman felt a fire burning wildly in his internal organs, and he tried desperately to get himself faint with his head, but the pain was so intense that it seemed to be seared into the depths of his soul.

Norlin gasped slightly, and just looking at the tragic situation could give a sense of how Riley Norman was suffering, which made him suddenly interested in the condiments that Professor Brown had added.

The professors looked at Riley Norman rolling on the floor, and their long-standing anger was slightly soothed. No one sympathized with him, and the more he suffered, the more they were happy.

It wasn't long before Riley Norman felt like a century before the pain in his body subsided. He lay limply on the ground, his old cloudy eyes hollow and dark, and his face expressionless as a walking corpse.

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