Chapter 1152 ? The Performance of Liking Someone Is to Bully the Other Party

The pointed sorting hat hanging on the top of the cabinet behind the large principal's desk suddenly made a sound, and the slit next to the brim of the hat opened like a mouth: "Gentlemen! Please don't fight in the principal's office! You will make me newly repaired!" The well-protected skin is broken... We must be tightly united inside, otherwise everything will fall apart from within..."

Under the new system, the leather of the Sorting Hat and the brim of the hat, which was worn out and frayed, have been repaired, and many of the folds on it have also been smoothed out, compared to the dirty, patched, and gray appearance before. , now with the house-elves cleaning and maintaining it regularly, it looks like a normal wizard hat, at least when it's not talking—the Sorting Hat's tip cringes cringingly at this point, changing Wearing new clothes, it seems to have forgotten how careless he used to be. If it wasn't for having no feet, he obviously wanted to hide himself more, so as not to damage his new skin.

It's just that the little hand on the side didn't worry about the Sorting Hat's mood. He had already pulled out two metal wands from the cabinet and threw them accurately at the two people who were confronting each other.

"Come on, snot, let me see your growth... oh, is it metal?" Sirius took the suppression wand and put his own away. After Snape did the same, the two After casually gesturing at the duel ceremony, bowing slightly was regarded as a bow, and then Sirius directly began to chant the mantra: "Fuji Bell!"

Snape wasn't chanting, he was just waving his wand at Sirius - showing no visible signs, no beams, sparks, concealment of threads of light, malevolent black magic erupting powerfully from his restraining wand. out…

After a while.

The fire in the principal's room flashed, Allen hummed a jazz ditty and returned to his private room upstairs behind his desk. He just fed Hermione some chicken soup stewed by Maggie. Happy's complexion was rosy, and the corners of his eyes were slightly raised in joy. Anka on Alan's shoulder was obviously satisfied after eating some chicken, and the chicken fat on his bird's beak hadn't been cleaned yet.

"Sorry, I'm late... I... I say!"

In the next moment, Alan's smile froze on his face, and Anka on his shoulders also grabbed Alan's shoulders tightly to stabilize his figure. One person and one bird were stunned by the scene in front of them.

The glass on those slender-legged tables occasionally fell and shattered, and the sound of splashing water made the background sound of the principal's office sound more elegant—one of the glass tanks filled with dark green liquid was shattered, A brain in the green liquid is floating in the air trying to entangle Sirius, like a jumping fish, spinning silk while flying, unfolding in circles like a roll of movie film, entangled all over the body It's all scratched Sirius, he looks like a beggar's costume, and many parts of his body are bloody and bloody, and Sirius, in addition to dealing with this flying cauliflower brain, is also covered by Sney on his legs. Pu used the black snake summoned by the oolong to get entangled.

Snape looked more respectable in his clothes than the ragged Sirius, but his eye was blackened by Sirius, and his big hooked nose was also crooked - just the opposite of Dumbledore's crooked nose The direction in which he wasn't using his wand was now on his waist, not for gesture, but because the belt of his trousers had just been blown off in his robes, and the head of Slytherin had to use it like this way to keep his pants from falling down.

In this case, the curly-haired black-haired middle-aged wizard with the shawl and the greasy black-haired middle-aged wizard with the shawl had obviously hit the ground running, and the two cast a few curses on each other from time to time.

However, Alan's attention only stayed on the two of them for a while, and then he was drawn back to the decoration of the principal's office, which he had carefully refurbished during the summer vacation. The decorations have been knocked down, and the past principals who have not really suffered any damage have basically lost their portraits in the picture frames. Those old principals have long since fled out of this office to seek refuge. Only Sirius’ ancestor Phinea Si? Nigellus? Black poked his head out from time to time to observe the duel of his descendants.

Anka, who had just eaten and drank enough, was completely unprepared for the situation in front of him. Its round eyes looked at the scene in disbelief, and suddenly flapped its wings and flew up, surrounding its perch covered with mithril. Flying around, looking around carefully, I found that it was intact and not damaged by any scratches. The phoenix just relaxed a little, and then squatted on its perch without moving. Leaning in the direction of Sirius and Snape, guarding his perch vigilantly.

Alan, who predicted the loss, raised his pale hand, which was bloodier than usual, with a little anger. He first shot Snape and Sirius at each other and returned in mid-air, returning to their own space. The body made them grunt at each other, and then turned the suppression wands in their hands into two big poisonous snakes to sneak up on the two wizards who were still focusing on each other, entangled them in place.

And before the flying brain continued to attack Sirius, it was held by Allen with his bare hands. The sticky brain curled up to wrap Allen's hand in it, and the thinking tentacles on the brain entangled Allen's fingers , wanted to pierce his skin, but it was as if the thorns had pricked into a thick layer of iron armor. No matter what, they couldn't pierce their seemingly soft but sharp tentacles into Alan's skin, and they were immediately killed by Hogwarts. Ci's principal threw it back into another glass jar that was still in good condition.

"Principal Harris, you idiot!"

"Hiss..." Sirius, who had lost his freedom, seemed to feel the scars created by these tentacles at this time, and he cursed angrily, "These disgusting flying cauliflowers are because the snot-nosed is a professor at Hogwarts and he is with him of?"

"Stupid dog, your Occlumency is terrible." Snape taunted contemptuously, "It just thinks you are easier to deal with!"

"Shut up! Did you two come here specifically to destroy my principal's office? Those are the damage caused by black magic, and it's hard to repair." Allen pointed to a messy ground, smashing delicate silverware ; the slender-legged elevated table with its decorations was scattered on the floor, and several slender legs were broken and rolled in different directions; the mottled blade marks on the tall fireplace were shocking; Black charred marks were left, with waves of dark magic remaining on them...

Sirius and Snape finally regained some sanity and did not continue to struggle. Looking at the current situation in the principal's office, the two couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, especially Snape, who was still a little ashamed in his heart. He thought that he, who had been calm for so many years, would lose some sanity because of Sirius.

However, at this time, Alan focused his attention on the handwriting left by his little hand on the long table. Alan's fingers, who had estimated the cause and effect in an instant, moved, and his little hand seemed to be pulled by an invisible force. Lun took out the mithril wand that was used as a pointer and whipped three times. Then it was pulled back to the original cushion, and a transparent glass cover was summoned from the corner of the room to fly over it.

"Instigate them to a duel, and you will be imprisoned for three days as punishment..." Allen said sternly to the little hand—he also realized that even though the little hand had been separated from its body, something in Voldemort's character still affected this little hand undead.

"It's all that snot guy who likes to use black magic." Sirius raised his eyebrows, "Otherwise it's easy to fix..."

There was an ugly flush of red on Snape's palette-like face, and his cold eyes hovered over Sirius like a poisonous snake, "Blake, the object of my spell is you, but the spell that damages these things is yours." Use your armor to bounce back..."

"You two, be quiet!" Allen growled angrily. Seeing the two people's reluctance to give in, he exhaled heavily and changed his breath. "Little boys are so immature... like Who's performance is to bully the other party, to attract the other party's attention by pulling braids, pushing people, etc..."