Crabbe probably didn't expect that Osman would dare to use a curse directly on himself, and with the difference in strength, there was almost no resistance, and he fell to the ground and cried.

The invisible whip formed by the magic power kept whipping Crabbe, and Osman had a grudge, and he could only sleep for two or three hours a day almost every day. He's had enough.

Thinking of this, Osman's wand trembled. He ignored Crabbe's screams and pleas for mercy, and continued to cast a lashing spell.

"Ah-ah- Ottoman! Ottoman! That's not me!" Crabbe tried to argue.

"Not you?" Osman, who was already a little crazy, laughed nervously.

He continued to beat Crabbe as he strode to the sink.

It was a package that Crabbe had placed on it, and scarlet blood was constantly seeping out of the gaps in the vellum.

Osman picked up the camera and unwrapped the package.

Inside were a few fat dead mice.

It's okay not to see it, as soon as he saw Osman, a burst of nausea and nausea surged up, he endured the discomfort and took a picture, then turned his head and stared at Crabbe with a terrifying look.

"You son of a bitch!" A lashing curse fell.

"With Malfoy's prestige, do you think no one dares to trouble you?" Another whipping curse fell.

"Huh? Didn't you expect that I would become a member of the special operations investigation team?" Osman waved...

The invisible whip formed by the magic power kept whipping Crabbe, and Osman had a grudge, and he could only sleep for two or three hours a day almost every day. He's had enough.

Thinking of this, Osman's wand trembled. He ignored Crabbe's screams and pleas for mercy, and continued to cast a lashing spell.

"Ah-ah- Ottoman! Ottoman! That's not me!" Crabbe tried to argue.

"Not you?" Osman, who was already a little crazy, laughed nervously.

He continued to beat Crabbe as he strode to the sink.

It was a package that Crabbe had placed on it, and scarlet blood was constantly seeping out from the gaps in the vellum.

Osman picked up the camera and unwrapped the package.

Inside were a few fat dead mice.

It's okay not to see it, as soon as he saw Osman, a burst of nausea and nausea came up. He resisted the discomfort and took a picture, then turned his head and stared at Crabbe with a terrifying look.

"You son of a bitch!" A lashing curse fell.

"With Malfoy's prestige, do you think no one dares to trouble you?" Another whipping curse fell.

"Huh? Didn't you expect that I would become a member of the special operations investigation team?" Osman probably didn't expect Osman to use a curse on himself directly, plus the difference in strength, there was almost no resistance. He fell to the ground and cried.

The invisible whip formed by the magic power kept whipping Crabbe, and Osman had a grudge, and he could only sleep for two or three hours a day almost every day. He's had enough.

Thinking of this, Osman's wand trembled, and he ignored Crabbe's screams and begging for mercy, and kept casting lashing spells.

"Ah-ah- Ottoman! Ottoman! That's not me!" Crabbe tried to argue.

"Not you?" Osman, who was already a little crazy, laughed nervously.

He continued to beat Crabbe as he strode to the sink.

It was a package that Crabbe had placed on it, and scarlet blood was constantly seeping out of the gaps in the vellum.

Osman picked up the camera and unwrapped the package.

Inside were a few fat dead mice.

It's okay not to see it, as soon as he saw Osman, a burst of nausea and nausea came up. He resisted the discomfort and took a picture, then turned around and stared at Crabbe with an extremely terrifying look.

"You son of a bitch!" A lashing curse fell.

"With Malfoy's prestige, do you think no one dares to trouble you?" Another lashing curse fell.

"Huh? Didn't you expect that I would become a member of the special operations investigation team?" Osman probably didn't expect Osman to use a curse on himself directly, plus the difference in strength, there was almost no resistance. He fell to the ground and cried.

The invisible whip formed by the magic power kept whipping Crabbe, and Osman had a grudge, and he could only sleep for two or three hours a day almost every day. He's had enough.

Thinking of this, Osman's wand trembled, and he ignored Crabbe's screams and begging for mercy, and kept casting lashing spells.

"Ah-ah- Ottoman! Ottoman! That's not me!" Crabbe tried to argue.

"Not you?" Osman, who was already a little crazy, laughed nervously.

He continued to beat Crabbe as he strode to the sink.

It was a package that Crabbe had placed on it, and scarlet blood was constantly seeping out of the gaps in the vellum.

Osman picked up the camera and unwrapped the package.

Inside were a few fat dead mice.

It's okay not to see it, as soon as he saw Osman, a burst of nausea and nausea came up. He resisted the discomfort and took a picture, then turned around and stared at Crabbe with an extremely terrifying look.

"You son of a bitch!" A lashing curse fell.

"With Malfoy's prestige, do you think no one dares to trouble you?" Another whipping curse fell.

"Huh? Didn't you expect that I would become a member of the special operations investigation team?" Osman probably didn't expect Osman to use a curse on himself directly, plus the difference in strength, there was almost no resistance. He fell to the ground and cried.

The invisible whip formed by the magic power kept whipping Crabbe, and Osman had a grudge, and he could only sleep for two or three hours a day almost every day. He's had enough.

Thinking of this, Osman's wand trembled, and he ignored Crabbe's screams and begging for mercy, and kept casting lashing spells.

"Ah-ah- Ottoman! Ottoman! That's not me!" Crabbe tried to argue.

"Not you?" Osman, who was already a little crazy, laughed nervously.

He continued to beat Crabbe as he strode to the sink.

It was a package that Crabbe had placed on it, and scarlet blood was constantly seeping out of the gaps in the vellum.

Osman picked up the camera and unwrapped the package.

Inside were a few fat dead mice.

It's okay not to see it, as soon as he saw Osman, a burst of nausea and nausea came up. He resisted the discomfort and took a picture, then turned around and stared at Crabbe with an extremely terrifying look.

"You son of a bitch!" A lashing curse fell.

"With Malfoy's prestige, do you think no one dares to trouble you?" Another whipping curse fell.

"Huh? Didn't you expect that I would become a member of the special operations investigation team?" Osman probably didn't expect Osman to use a curse on himself directly, plus the difference in strength, there was almost no resistance. He fell to the ground and cried.

The invisible whip formed by the magic power kept whipping Crabbe, and Osman had a grudge, and he could only sleep for two or three hours a day almost every day. He's had enough.

Thinking of this, Osman's wand trembled. He ignored Crabbe's screams and pleas for mercy, and continued to cast a lashing spell.

"Ah-ah- Ottoman! Ottoman! That's not me!" Crabbe tried to argue.

"Not you?" Osman, who was already a little crazy, laughed nervously.

He continued to beat Crabbe as he strode to the sink.

It was a package that Crabbe had placed on it, and scarlet blood was constantly seeping out of the gaps in the vellum.

Osman picked up the camera and unwrapped the package.

Inside were a few fat dead mice.

It's okay not to see it, as soon as he saw Osman, a burst of nausea and nausea came up. He resisted the discomfort and took a picture, then turned around and stared at Crabbe with an extremely terrifying look.

"You son of a bitch!" A lashing curse fell.

"With Malfoy's prestige, do you think no one dares to trouble you?" Another whipping curse fell.

"Huh? Didn't you expect that I would become a member of the special operations investigation team?" Osman probably didn't expect Osman to use a curse on himself directly, plus the difference in strength, there was almost no resistance. He fell to the ground and cried.

The invisible whip formed by the magic power kept whipping Crabbe, and Osman had a grudge, and he could only sleep for two or three hours a day almost every day. He's had enough.

Thinking of this, Osman's wand trembled, and he ignored Crabbe's screams and begging for mercy, and kept casting lashing spells.

"Ah-ah- Ottoman! Ottoman! That's not me!" Crabbe tried to argue.

"Not you?" Osman, who was already a little crazy, laughed nervously.

He continued to beat Crabbe as he strode to the sink.

It was a package that Crabbe had placed on it, and scarlet blood was constantly seeping out of the gaps in the vellum.

Osman picked up the camera and unwrapped the package.

Inside were a few fat dead mice.

It's okay not to see it, as soon as he saw Osman, a burst of nausea and nausea came up. He resisted the discomfort and took a picture, then turned around and stared at Crabbe with an extremely terrifying look.

"You son of a bitch!" A lashing curse fell.

"With Malfoy's prestige, do you think no one dares to trouble you?" Another whipping curse fell.

"Huh? Didn't you expect that I would become a member of the special operations investigation team?" Osman probably didn't expect Osman to use a curse on himself directly, plus the difference in strength, there was almost no resistance. He fell to the ground and cried.

The invisible whip formed by the magic power kept whipping Crabbe, and Osman had a grudge, and he could only sleep for two or three hours a day almost every day. He's had enough.

Thinking of this, Osman's wand trembled, and he ignored Crabbe's screams and begging for mercy, and kept casting lashing spells.

"Ah-ah- Ottoman! Ottoman! That's not me!" Crabbe tried to argue.

"Not you?" Osman, who was already a little crazy, laughed nervously.

He continued to beat Crabbe as he strode to the sink.

It was a package that Crabbe had placed on it, and scarlet blood was constantly seeping out of the gaps in the vellum.

Osman picked up the camera and unwrapped the package.

Inside were a few fat dead mice.

It's okay not to see it, as soon as he saw Osman, a burst of nausea and nausea came up. He resisted the discomfort and took a picture, then turned around and stared at Crabbe with an extremely terrifying look. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

"You son of a bitch!" A lashing curse fell.

"With Malfoy's prestige, do you think no one dares to trouble you?" Another whipping curse fell.

"Huh? Didn't you expect that I would become a member of the special operations investigation team?" Osman probably didn't expect Osman to use a curse on himself directly, plus the difference in strength, there was almost no resistance. He fell to the ground and cried.

The invisible whip formed by the magic power kept whipping Crabbe, and Osman had a grudge, and he could only sleep for two or three hours a day almost every day. He's had enough.

Thinking of this, Osman's wand trembled, and he ignored Crabbe's screams and begging for mercy, and kept casting lashing spells.

"Ah-ah- Ottoman! Ottoman! That's not me!" Crabbe tried to argue.

"Not you?" Osman, who was already a little crazy, laughed nervously.

He continued to beat Crabbe as he strode to the sink.

It was a package that Crabbe had placed on it, and scarlet blood was constantly seeping out of the gaps in the vellum.

Osman picked up the camera and unwrapped the package.

Inside were a few fat dead mice.

It's okay not to see it, as soon as he saw Osman, a burst of nausea and nausea came up. He resisted the discomfort and took a picture, then turned around and stared at Crabbe with an extremely terrifying look.

"You son of a bitch!" A lashing curse fell.

"With Malfoy's prestige, do you think no one dares to trouble you?" Another whipping curse fell.

"Huh? Didn't you expect that I would become a member of the special operations investigation team?" Osman waved