v2 Chapter 1390： Seven families and blood magic (1/2)

”Shut up, Malfoy, I also saw Annie, don't order me, you think you and your family...”

In the latter case, Ai Wen can't hear it. He doesn't know the following idiots besides Malfoy, who else?

The Malfoy family has been a powerful family of pure blood wizards since ancient times, and there are not many people who can talk to him like this.

Obviously, this guy's family is also very prominent, and the power is not weaker than the Malfoy family.

If in the afterlife, the number of such pure-blooded wizarding families is not much, Ivan can guess who it is.

But now it is a thousand years ago in the Middle Ages, many ancient pure blood wizards have not disappeared, and there are many people who dare to speak to Malfoy.

In the mind of Ai Wen, there are a lot of famous names of the pure-blooded wizarding families. The group of people downstairs did not intend to give him too much time. They ran upstairs and listened to footsteps. Obviously more than two people, There are about five or six.

The rest of the guys may be the followers of Malfoy and the boys.

Sure enough, life is full of surprises and surprises.

What is this unfolding?

Ai Wengang fainted the girls, and her classmates came over to find her? !

He looked down at the sword in his hand and Anne Black, who fell to the ground. This misunderstanding probably couldn't be explained.

Such a picture is easy to cause any bad misunderstanding, as if Ai Wen is going to do something to the **** the ground...

Amount, what can't be described.

No matter who they are, they will think so when they see them, otherwise I will do a good job of getting rid of her.

Even Ai Wen himself does not know now, why did he want to stun the other side, he can use the Soul of the Soul.

Originally, I wanted to save some trouble and tongue, but things went in a more troublesome direction.

Really, as always, in line with the style of this book!

Now the explanation is unclear. Besides, even if there is no such thing, he and Slytherin have nothing to say, even if they are Slytherin students more than a thousand years ago. Since it is impossible to explain, Ai Wen does not want to continue playing, this is not his way of debut.

They can't find themselves, and it's best not to let them see this picture.

Without too much thinking, he came to such a conclusion.

He waved his wand and let the comatose Anne Black beside him, controlling her to go to the third floor corridor.

Here in the future is the classroom of the Defence Against the Dark Arts class, and now I don't know what to teach.

Ai Wen opened the door and hid it. The room was decorated very well. It seemed to be a beautiful cafe. There was no podium. Many small round tables and sofas were placed at random. The walls were covered with light green wallpapers and murals. A lot of portraits.

Fortunately, all the canvases are empty, and they must all listen to Ravenclaw’s speech below.

Through the door of the classroom, I can hear the group of people coming in this direction and shouting the name of the girl next to Ai Wen.

Evan gasped and gave Anne Black a Xerox curse and hid her behind the credit.