Chapter 1568

Then suddenly, like an invisible thread tied Alan up and lifted him up, Professor Flitwick used the floating spell to direct Alan's body to move forward quickly, floating straight towards the podium.

There was laughter from under the podium.

"He looks like a turtle."

"If you dare to sleep in Professor Flitwick's class, you must be prepared to be punished."

"It's a piece of rubbish. You actually deducted points for Ravenclaw. It's a shame that there is such a person in our college."

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Allen was in such a bad state because of the previous traumas that he only noticed some violations of the illusion of death and couldn't get rid of it. He just raised his own doubts: "Wait, Professor, once this is used on people, it will Sentenced to Azkaban?"

"My God, Mr. Harris, what's wrong with you again? It's just a demonstration of a spell, there's no need to be so smug and scary." Seeing Allen subconsciously tidy up his clothes after landing, Professor Flitwick changed the topic in a shrill voice. Full of mockery, he raised his wand, "You want to be the center of attention? Maybe you should be sorted into Slytherin?"

Harsh laughter rang out in the classroom, and Flitwick didn't wait for Allen to respond.

"Now I can see clearly, Cruciatus!"

As if being pierced by thousands of knives at the same time, the instant pain and anger made Allen's cheeks pale.

The bone-piercing pain in his body seemed like countless ants were gnawing on his flesh, and his bone marrow heart even caused his pupils to lose focus for a short time, and his eyes were blurred. Afraid of the pain, he let out a groan.

"It's really bad, low willpower! You were talking in your sleep just now, saying that you are the savior? In fact, you can't even resist an ordinary magic."

The unfathomable eyes on the ugly, purely evil face stared fiercely into Alan's eyes.

"Wake up, use your head, which is not much stronger than a troll, to see, you are just a nasty little boy, incompetent waste."

Allen, who was being cursed continuously, curled up, and the heart-pounding pain swept his whole body. Unbearably tormented by the spell, he was on his back, waving his arms and legs indiscriminately, and his flustered state was like paddling in Hulun for help. , He really wanted to grab something and use external power to alleviate the pain in his body, but he was suspended in the air like a dead tree floating on the sea, he could only let the pain hit him, and he had nowhere to hide.

This kind of piercing pain can almost make people's reason collapse, his body twitched constantly, and his throat let out an uncontrollable howl of pain.

The ear-piercing laughter almost toppled the roof of the classroom, and what Alan heard was the endless ridicule of these wizards, mocking him for his poor spellcasting ability and weak ability to resist spells, and that he was an incompetent, cowardly, cowardly and pain-resistant man. the scum.

The body curled up into a boiled shrimp, through the forehead hair that was wet with cold sweat, Alan's eyes in the dimness passed over the wizards in the classroom watching him, and their faces were smiling so happily.

Draco held his head up, a contemptuous smile on his pale pointed face; beside him Pansy's indifferent eyes were reduced to slits; Harry grimaced at himself with troll-like cunning. , Ron next to him was cursing viciously and loudly...

"Looking at his embarrassing appearance is really disgusting. It's really shameless to dream of being the savior."

"This idiot can't do anything, he can only dream. He should be thrown into a big dung to wake him up."

"Ravenclaw has never had such a poor student."

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Flitwick didn't mean to stop, and the worse Alan's situation was, the louder and louder the voices of mocking and cursing around him, those voices were very noisy, buzzing and disturbing, but every word he said in his heart The hypothetical disgust in the depths was clearly heard by Alan in pain.

As his body trembled violently, Allen, who was suffering from torture, only wanted to change his posture in order to make his back bear more pain, but as his body shape really began to shift according to his thoughts.

Unexpectedly, Allen calmed down and glanced at the teachers and students around him again, a smile suddenly appeared on his face that was almost distorted in pain.

At that moment, the power of magic entered his soul, allowing him to regain his memory and make his mind unaffected.

Borrowing, Alan's fingertips sprayed out a series of crackling lightning bolts, and went straight to the huge wooden window of the Charms classroom. Amidst the crisp sound of a large piece of glass bursting, the remaining power shot out of the window to the blue sky. Sky.

The sky struck by lightning was like a broken mirror, which became very fragile after cracks appeared, and fell to the ground one after another under Allen's lightning beam and broke into more fragments. On the cracked sky, the original gray sky inside was exposed.

Allen, who had regained his freedom, fell to the ground, his pale face turned expressionlessly to Professor Flitwick and the wizards watching, but they disappeared completely, as if they had never existed before.

Allen, who had completely recovered his mind, breathed a sigh of relief, and successfully got rid of the illusion again.

Hai Erbo, the god of death, has recently begun not only torturing him physically, but also causing him to fall into hallucinations from time to time when his will is becoming more and more out of state due to the pain and resistance, and torment him on a deeper level mentally.

In order to allow Allen to be freed or perish from the illusion of a series of ruined endings that can only rely on his own will-in order to achieve the goal of finally driving him crazy and unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

Opening my eyes, I saw the oppressive and suffocating underworld again, the gray sky, the devastated gray land, and the pungent stench...

Although everything was desolate, desolate and dilapidated, Allen let out a long breath.

"Oh? This surprised me, Mr. Harris, the speed of getting rid of the illusion this time is not as slow as before." Hai Erbo, the god of death, leaned firmly on the ground, and he took a few steps forward, Suspicious eyes looked at Alan coldly.

"Mr. Haierbo is not a good screenwriter. Your method of fabricating the script is too bad. You don't even consider the character's personality, and the flaws are too big." Allen squinted his eyes and mocked with pretended disdain, "Draco thinks Now, Neville has started to mock people, isn't that too much for you?"

"I don't think we need such lies and nonsense to test our relationship. Let me see if you have given me another surprise..."

After speaking, the ram-shaped face of Haier, the god of death, stretched longer, and he suddenly opened his ginger eyes wide, and stretched out the hand with the wide ring to grab Allen, as if they were originally at a distance Let him catch the general.

But just like Death God, Alan's feet didn't move at all. Just when he was about to catch Alan, the body of the white-haired wizard disappeared suddenly, and appeared instead at a position a few steps behind Hai Erbo, God of Death. There was no change in his demeanor and movements, it was as if his original position should be there.