Aiken didn't have much impression of the fifth-grade student with the weird tattoo. After all, Nurmengard is such a big place, and there are thousands of students from all over the world.

I don't have any impression, which means that the other party has no sense of existence at ordinary times, and is probably one of those half-blood wizards who are not high enough.

He remembered very well the talented, pure-blooded, and hemp-seeded wizards, after all, they would be the ones he wanted to win over or suppress. The fact that the person in front of me has no memory does not mean that there is a problem with his memory, it just means that the other party has no value worthy of attention.

Aiken frowned and looked at the dirt on the fifth grader's arm, and stroked his pet cat Lizi impatiently.

On the other side, after Terrell stepped forward to negotiate with that person, he turned around and gestured OK to Aiken.

The Nurmengard fifth grader looked gloomy, half of his face was hidden in the hood, so he couldn't see his true face clearly. He took a Garen and stopped his movements, and then walked towards the door.

Before he could take two steps, he heard footsteps outside again.

Aiken turned his head impatiently and saw a boy in Hogwarts uniform.

The fifth-year student from Nurmengard stopped in his tracks, his pale face under the hood showing a little doubt.

"Ernie MacMillan? What's he doing here?" Sean muttered to himself.

That's right, this fifth grader from Nurmengard was exactly what he was pretending to be, and the target was naturally Fabian Aiken.

The purple props drawn before: Nymphadora Tonks's mask still has a lot of use time left, and Sean disguised himself as a fifth-year Nurmengard student who was usually ignored by no one.

This buddy is in confinement because of a mistake in potions class. Aiken wanted to make trouble afterwards, and the other party also had a perfect alibi.

As for the Dark Mark, that was also Xiao En's little thought.

However, what he didn't expect was that he also met his classmate from his school, Ernie McMillan.

The other party was in the same grade as him, a student of Hufflepuff, and he was usually considered a relatively easy-going fellow.

To Sean's surprise, the first person to speak was Fabian Aiken, and he obviously knew Ernie.

"Ernie McMillan, what a coincidence..." Aiken showed a friendly smile.

Ernie didn't seem to know this Nurmengard seventh grader, he asked puzzled, "Have we met before?"

"No, but I know you," Aiken continued. "The McMillan family is one of the most orthodox pure-blood families. Does anyone in the entire wizarding world know about it?"

The other party's words made Ernie raise his head proudly. Although he is not the kind of extreme bloodlineist, he has always been very proud of his bloodline and family.

"Oh, thank you, what is your name?"

"Fabian Aiken, from France."

"The Aiken family..." Hearing the other party's surname, Ernie's eyelids drooped a little. It seems that the other party's family's reputation is not very good.

Still, Ernie held out his hand and shook hands as a sign of goodwill.

Sean, who had not moved for a while, had a strange expression on his face. This Fabian Aiken has done a lot of preparation. He probably knows all the students from pure-blood families in several schools.

Aiken shook hands with the other party, and smiled casually: "I remember that one of your grandparents married a certain Mr. Black?"

"Oh, that was a long time ago, how do you know?"

"I've heard that the friendship between the Aiken family and the Black family has always been good..."

"Really? However, in the past ten years or so, our family hasn't had much contact with each other—"

Aiken looked familiar, he seemed talkative and kind: "Oh, oh, oh, Ernie—can I call you that? I must say, as one of the noble pure-blood families, our body Both have the same noble blood, in this day and age, shouldn't we communicate more?"

Ernie showed a embarrassed expression. He was indeed proud of his blood, but he also had no prejudice against wizards of other blood. Sean also has a good relationship with him.

It's not a bad thing to make friends with pure-blood wizards, but Aiken's statement always makes Ernie a little tangled.

One of the reasons why their family has less and less contact with the Black family is that the Black family is too radical, a pure-blood family with strong prejudices.

Aiken had obviously investigated Ernie, he smiled without hesitation, and hugged Ernie's shoulders intimately: "Don't worry, my friend, it's just a matter of getting to know him, I always have feelings for an outstanding wizard like you. appreciate."

He didn't mind the other party's attitude. The McMillan in front of him was only in the second grade, and he was confident that he could influence and change the other party, making him a solid comrade in arms—a noble, pure blood wizard.

Aiken was about to have some more words with Ernie when he saw Sean who was not moving.

"This classmate—" His meaning is obvious, why don't you get out of here quickly after collecting the money?

Sean didn't say much, and quickly left the flower greenhouse.

On the way to the castle, he thought about what he had just heard.

France's Aiken family linked to England's Black family?

Sean still remembered the Malfoy family and Lestrange he had met in Diagon Alley. At that time, he had been thinking about whether the other party had still become a Death Eater?

If the Death Eaters team has not changed, then the French Association for the Protection of Wizards' Rights and Interests will be even more noteworthy. Behind that organization may have its own old acquaintances...

However, when Aiken saw the Dark Mark that he specially put on it just now, the other party did not behave strangely...

must be taken into consideration...

While thinking this way, Sean had already returned to Nurmengard Castle. He walked quickly to the end of the corridor on the second floor, and in front of him was the bathroom dedicated to the prefects.

There was a construction sign in front of the bathroom. Of course, Sean put it up while Nurmengard students were in class in the morning, so that there would be no other irrelevant people in the bathroom.

Although the probability of someone coming to take a bath during the day is very small, it is still necessary to be just in case.

Sean put the sign away, and slipped into the prefect's bathroom.

In the flower greenhouse, Aiken talked with Ernie for a while. Ernie didn't seem to want to have an in-depth conversation with him. After a few words, he picked a flower and left quickly.

Looking at the figure of the other party leaving, Terrell, who had been standing by the side, said, "It seems that the little guy doesn't trust you very much."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter," Aiken didn't care. "The McMillan family is different from the Weasley family. They are still proud of their blood, and the Weasleys have completely forgotten their glory."

"The most important thing is that Ernie McMillan is the only child of their family. He is a second-year boy. His character and three views have not yet been fully formed. As long as he works hard, he will return to the right path sooner or later. Come up—when Ernie is older, I can introduce women from the pure-blood family around me to him, so after twenty or thirty years, won't the McMillan family become our friends again?"

Aiken turned his head to look at the bright flowers in the greenhouse, and one of the buds was hanging down obliquely, almost touching a small green grass emerging from the soil next to it.

Aiken didn't stretch out his hand, but stretched out his magic wand. The bud slowly lifted away from the green grass, and then slowly bloomed.

"You see, a flower is always a flower, it doesn't become one of those mean, lowly weeds, and if there's an accident in the flower's growth and it just needs a little help, it'll go back to its normal way Come up."

"And the weeds..." Aiken narrowed his eyes, waved his wand, the grass was uprooted and disappeared into the flames, "Just clean it up..."

After finishing all this, Aiken looked at his follower very satisfied: "Look, it's very simple, isn't it..."

Before he could finish his words, the piece of soil from which the grass had just been pulled exploded!

With a "bang", the soil and fertilizer exploded violently, and the smelly dragon dung and sticky soil stuck to the surface of the flower and sprayed all over Fabian Aiken's body.

His meticulous hairstyle, well-groomed uniform, and smiling face were all covered with all kinds of filth, and there was also a strong smell unique to big dung eggs.

"...Who...Who!" Aiken, who was obsessed with cleanliness, even twisted his face. He wanted to reach out and pat off the dirty things, but he was afraid of getting more contamination.

Aiken froze in place, his hands trembled slightly, and his originally handsome face had turned blue and purple.

Terrell was taken aback, and the Iron Armor Curse was instantly activated, but the explosion was too fast, and the Iron Armor Curse did not block much dirt for Aiken.

He looked down and said, "It seems to be an excitatory dung. This thing is not a magic spell and has no lethality, so your magic item has no response."

Aiken's words were almost squeezed out between his teeth: "Then! Then you! Hurry up—clean it up for me!"

"It's just a little bit of dragon dung and dirt..." Terrell muttered and waved his wand, and the dirty things on Aiken's body were taken away by the spell and became clean again.

Feeling the disappearance of the dirty things on his body, Aiken's face calmed down a little. However, he always felt that the stench was still lingering on his body, and the smell of dragon dung seemed to permeate his clothes and skin.

"Which **** is it..." He gritted his teeth, completely losing the elegance he had just now.

I can't ask for this clothes... I can't ask for accessories... I can't ask for any of them!

Aiken walked towards the castle with a livid face.

"Hey, don't you appreciate the flowers?"

"Farewell to appreciating flowers!" He swears, without turning his head.

Terrell quickly caught up: "It's good to clean up..."

"Shut up! Go to the dormitory and get a whole new set of clothes for me. I'm going to take a shower. Then, that fifth-grade student just now, check all his information for me! Also, go find someone and ask me clearly, those Hogwarts bastard, where did you go this morning!"

"I...I must..." Aiken seemed to want to say a harsh word, but the more he opened his mouth, the more he felt the stench coming straight into his mouth, and the cruel word was finally suppressed.

Even walking on the road, he felt that other people were looking at him wrongly.

Aiken, who became more and more sensitive, quickened his pace and came to the prefect's bathroom on the second floor. As soon as he stepped into the door with his right foot, he turned back and said, "After you get the clothes, stay here for me, and don't let others come in!"

"No one comes to take a shower during the day..."

"Trel!"

"Okay, I get it." Terrell felt that Aiken was making too much of a fuss, but the other party was his employer after all, so he obediently agreed in the end.

Aiken approached the bathroom with a livid face and quickly took off all his clothes. He also took off all the magic bracelets and amulets, and was going to write a letter home to ask his father to buy a new set for himself.

As for his pet cat, Lizi, Aiken was not going to take it either. That little guy was covered in dragon dung like himself, and he threw it on the ground when he went out a long time ago.

In the end, all that was left of him was a gemstone necklace around his neck, and he quickly jumped into the pool.

After frantically rubbing his skin, put on half a bottle of magic shower gel, and turned on all the water changing faucets and waited for the water in the pool to be changed again, Aiken's expression finally eased down.

He sank half of his body into the water and let out a big breath of relief.

Until now, he felt that the stench on his body had disappeared.

"You bastard, you'd better pray that you don't get found by me, otherwise, I will definitely teach you an unforgettable lesson."

Aiken, who was half lying by the pool, still had an ugly expression on his face, and he was already thinking about which **** did this to him.

"That fifth grader is very suspicious, and the Weasley twins I beat up, Mudblood Sean Wallup is also a possibility..." He kept thinking about the suspects.

On the side of the bathroom sink, the air seemed to fluctuate slightly, but in the dense room, Aiken didn't notice anything wrong at all, and he was already thinking about future protection strategies.

"The magic props to deal with the curse are not enough..." He touched the gemstone necklace hanging around his neck, which was a prop that his father hired an alchemist to make with a lot of money.

This necklace can protect most of the spells with malicious intentions, and there are quite a few spells. If necessary~lightnovelpub.net~ the necklace can also inspire a super-strong iron armor curse according to the owner's wishes.

"Not enough... In the future, I will need that kind of prop that can protect against non-magic, hell! This necklace is more than the living expenses of those mudbloods for a few years, and it can't even stop a big dung egg!" Aiken pinched the necklace dissatisfied.

Of course, he won't take off this necklace. Although the big dung egg is disgusting, it will never be fatal, but the hypnotizing spell, disarming spell, and Imperius spell shot from the hiding place are not necessarily the same.

"Is the water temperature too high? Why is it a little dizzy..." Aiken shook his head, feeling weak all over.

He wanted to stand up, but found that he couldn't control his limbs—to be precise, he had lost control of his body.

Imperius Curse? ! Impossible, I'm wearing a necklace!

Fabian Aiken fell into a panic because he saw a strange figure appearing twisting in the air on the other side of the pool.

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