When Capone woke up, he found himself in a dark prison.

The surroundings were dark, and the smell of decay lingered in the nostrils.

He sat up with a grin on his face. The ancient magic at the last moment had almost drained all his magic power, and now he was covered in scars and in a sluggish state.

The wand was taken away, and he was also caught. It seemed that the spell could not completely defeat the opponent.

Capone sighed, squinted his eyes and looked outside, calling softly: "Milannie?"

A familiar voice came from not far away: "Capone? Capone, are you awake? Thank God..."

Hearing his friend's voice, Capone breathed a sigh of relief. At least they were both fine.

At this time, another voice sounded, it was Bram, who was familiar with Capone: "Shh, keep your voice down, Capone - those people will come in to check when they hear any movement, you'd better continue to pretend to be seriously injured.

"

"Why?" Capone wondered.

Although Bram was decadent, there was some sigh in his voice: "I passed out at the time, and I woke up when I was arrested. I heard the group said that your last spell directly caused all the opponents to be injured.

There are two people who may not be able to be saved - if you wake up, they will definitely cause trouble for you. Didn't you notice that your clothes are all wet? You were splashed with water before and you didn't wake up."

Only then did Capone notice that he was wet. He smiled bitterly. The magic spell he used with all his strength failed to repel all the enemies, and now it became the reason for being targeted.

A large number of people were imprisoned in the prison. It was obvious that the whole army was wiped out, but the rescue they imagined did not come, which made the students uneasy.

The door was opened, and someone looked at it expectantly.

However, the person who came was not their beloved Professor Wallop, but a villain with a sinister smile.

"Take them away and teach them a lesson first!"

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In the study room of the old castle, Louis, the patriarch of the McFasty family, who directed his clan to arrest these young wizards, was standing aside shaking hands respectfully.

Sean sat in the main seat and casually flipped through the rumors and secret history of the McFasty family.

The rest of the people were sitting on the soft-backed sofas beside the coffee table, enjoying the dinner served by the chef.

There was a knock on the door, and a voice sounded outside: "Chief, according to your instructions, let those brats suffer a little first."

Lewis suddenly regained his majestic voice: "Well, I understand, go down."

When the tribesmen walked away, he became that dull-eyed servant again.

"Your test is really harsh. If Professor McGonagall finds out, I'm afraid he will frown and talk about it for a long time." Sherlock looked at the boy he brought into Hogwarts and marveled.

In just five years, his strength has grown to an extremely terrifying level. He has the Life-Killing Curse and the Soul-Seizing Curse at his fingertips, but his mental state remains the same as before.

Sometimes she wonders, was Sean trained like this?

"Senior sister, this is a stage that you must go through, why not take advantage of the fact that there is no danger now -" Sean smiled and closed the book, "Besides, I decided to stay here for a while longer..."

"Didn't you say that we have to go to other places where there are dark wizards?" Hermione asked doubtfully.

"These little guys are weaker than I thought. It's a little too early to face those more ferocious dark wizards - ripening is okay, but over-ripening is not good."

"That?"

Sean smiled brightly: "Let them experience the cruel world, and then start special training."

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"Wow!" A handful of water hit Bram's head. The wizard opposite who had just cast "Clear Water Like a Spring" was looking at him with a sneer.

The chill was biting, and he was only in the third grade. Although he was determined, he could hardly hold on anymore.

In the past few days, this group of people have used various non-lethal but torturous methods to deal with everyone, and almost everyone has suffered a lot.

The cruelty of the world has been deeply engraved in everyone's heart.

However, there seems to be no chance of regret now...

The man opposite was about to torture Bram again when a knock came on the door: "Take the little devils out, the patriarch has something to say."

"Bring them all?"

"all."

"Okay, I get it."

The gray-robed wizard muttered something dissatisfied, as if he felt that this was a troublesome matter, not as interesting as continuing to torture this tough-talking brat.

But the patriarch's order was still quite authoritative. He roughly untied the weak Bram from the shelf and threw him down, and then tied his hands with magic ropes.

"Go forward -" He kicked his legs mercilessly.

Bram staggered out of the room, turned around and saw that the other students had also been taken out.

Almost everyone had scars on their bodies and their faces were gloomy. It was obvious that they had suffered a lot these days.

They were gathered together and seemed to be heading towards the hall here.

Bram was dragging his steps. He turned sideways and saw Capone, who had a shocking purple patch on his face. It was obvious that he had been treated more 'warmly' than he was.

"Capone, how are you?" he leaned over and asked in a low voice.

"It's okay, I'm fine." Capone shook his head calmly.

"Didn't Professor Wallop tell you anything before? It's been several days..."

Capone pursed his lips: "He won't leave us alone...it's just that everyone seems to be a little unable to hold on during this time."

"Oh -" Bram sighed, and then took a few more peeks, "Where are you taking us?"

"I don't know, but from what the guard said to others before, it seems that the patriarch of McFasty wants to see us."

"Why are you seeing us? You've spent the past few days torturing us..."

Someone saw the two of them talking quietly, and another vicious whipping curse was thrown at them: "Shut your mouths!"

The young boy of a hot-blooded age almost had his teeth broken. He did not cry out, but just stared at the person who beat him.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The boring team slowly came to the hall, and the wizard of the McFasty family at the head said to a figure with his back to the front of the hall: "The patriarch

, brought them all.”

"Untie them." Louis' voice sounded emotionless.

The McFastys suspected that their ears were wrong and untied the rope? These were little thieves who had sneaked into the territory.

etc……

Those with a keen eye immediately noticed that the voice was not coming from the person at the top, but that the voice of their clan leader came from somewhere else.

"Who are you?! Where is the patriarch?!"

The dazed students seemed to suddenly hear hope and raised their heads one by one.

The person in front slowly turned around, revealing a face they were very familiar with.

"Professor Wallop!" Someone immediately shouted in surprise.

The members of McFasty were suddenly shocked as to why an outsider suddenly appeared in the castle and occupied the position of the clan leader.

Sean smiled at the students: "Sorry, I'm late. I went to 'discuss' some things with their group leader."

"Wallup? Are you Sean Wallup?!" One person exclaimed, the anger in his eyes uncontrollable.

He was the captain who led the team to Hogwarts. He was tricked by two dragons and lost the bet, which directly led to Grindelwald's visit.

"Long time no see - uh, what's your name, Mr. McFasty?"

The veins on Pablo's forehead were trembling, and the hatred in his eyes could not go away. He shouted: "What happened to our clan leader?!"

"Louis? Oh, he sincerely apologized to me and told me some of the mistakes made by the McFasty family. At the same time, in order to make up for my fragile heart, he decided to become my servant - right, Louis?"

Pablo was horrified to see that his clan leader slowly came forward from behind and stood respectfully beside Wallop. His eyes were blurry and lifeless.

"How dare you use the Imperius Curse!"

Sean shrugged. He had no intention of fighting with the little miscellaneous fish.

"Okay, everyone McFasty here, you now have two choices. First, put down your wand and follow my instructions, second -"

He snapped his fingers, and the wizards who led the captured young wizards into the hall were horrified to find that their own clansmen raised their wands one by one and pointed them at them.

The eyes of those tribesmen were all blurred and they had lost their spirit.

Sean chuckled: "Second, go die."

The wizards who were still ready to take action suddenly calmed down.

So many of their own people were controlled by the Imperius Curse, but they didn't notice anything... Whether it was numbers or personal advantages, they didn't seem to have an advantage.

The first wand was placed on the ground, and the hole was quickly broken. The second, third... those McFasty who were not controlled by the Imperius Curse quickly made the right choice.

The students who had suffered for several days looked at all this in confusion until Sean showed an apologetic expression: "I'm late."

They finally realized that they could escape this place.

For a moment, there were cries and shouts everywhere. Some people collapsed on the ground, some hugged their companions and cried, and some took advantage of Sean's presence and punched and kicked the wizard who had tortured them.
To be continued...