Reincarnated in Britain, I go to Hogwarts

Looking at Ans who didn't take it seriously, Cassandra pursed her lips.

"It's very important that you don't underestimate this matter."

"I know," Ans looked at the girl whose eyes widened slightly, "Ahem, it's just that there is a more powerful being entering the scene."

"Yes, so..."

"That's not something we can deflect, right?" Ans pointed to the sky. "They are sitting on top, but we are on the ground and can't stop it."

This is a fact. Existences that can be prevented or cannot be observed by Cassandra are certainly not something that 'mortals' like them can suppress.

We need an equivalent existence, maybe [Yue] can do it?

Then we don’t know where [Moon]’s camp is, and at the same time, we don’t know where the camp of the beings who ended up through Quirrell is. If they are all on [Earth], then there will be a civil war?And if the latter is an outsider who wants to invade here, they can also drag other beings into a war to defend the earth.

But what is even more helpless is that both the former and the latter regard the earth as a delicious big cake-the kind that everyone wants to take a bite of.

"Indeed, we can't stop it." Kassandra looked up at the sky, not at the athletes, but at the blue sky godlessly, and leaned against Ans's side feeling weakly. "Otherwise, we will go and stop it now." Kill Quirrell."

After hearing Cassandra's words, Ans felt that they were reliable, but since Cassandra could no longer see the future clearly, it meant that the existence had already taken action. In terms of status, mortals like them could not compare to each other, so , what Quirrell wants to do has become [inevitable], mortals like them can't stop it.

"It can't be done. If we kill it earlier, there may still be hope." Ans looked at the blond girl who was almost half leaning over, sniffing the fragrance of her hair, and was a little intoxicated. "But it can't be done now, our hands are not long enough." It’s not strong enough either.”

"That's right..." Cassandra nodded, "Does it smell good?"

"Smell...cough!"

He raised his head awkwardly and twisted his neck, making the bones crackle.

The blond girl chuckled lightly, canceled the barrier she had summoned before, and leaned her still weak body towards Hermione.

A certain boy has reached puberty and is too dangerous to be near.

Cassandra blushed slightly and smiled in response to Hermione's question.

During Harry's preliminary round without human interference, he did not twitch due to the shaking of the broomstick, and Professor Snape's robes protected Hermione from the flames.

However, the only thing that remained unchanged was that the young Seeker, who was playing for the first time, still caught the Golden Snitch in his mouth.

Although a little nauseous, Harry ended the game.

Except for the students in the Slytherin camp, all the students cheered happily, which showed that Gryffindor was very popular. Well, no, it should be Harry's popularity.

Falling off the broom in excitement, Harry hugged his teammates, but suddenly he covered the lightning scar on his forehead, his face twisted, and he only felt the pain of a needle pricking his brain.

In pain, Harry saw two hands stained with mucus and blood, drawing a formation ceremony on a lawn. There was a strange statue in the middle of the formation. His perspective could not be moved. In pain, Harry noticed through the corner of his vision. There were many huge spider corpses around.

The pain came and went so quickly that Harry could only see so much, as if his soul had flown to someone else.

Because it happened so quickly, Harry still thought it was an illusion, but the lingering pain in his head showed that it was not a lie.

As the protagonist of everyone's celebration, the way he just covered his head and distorted his face was so real that people couldn't help but care about him, thinking that he had just hit his brain during the game.

Hiding this matter in his heart, Harry responded to everyone with a smile, saying that it was just because he was too nervous and didn't get enough rest. His nerves were tense, and they broke off as soon as he relaxed.

Wood patted his shoulder in an 'I understand you' gesture, confirming that the other party was okay as the captain, then turned around and raised his hands in the air to announce that he was going back to have a banquet to celebrate Harry's dazzling victory in the preliminary round.

Although it was the first game and not yet the final result, it was Harry's first time and it was worthy of celebration.

The game was over, and while everyone was moving towards the castle, Professor Quirrell was still drawing formations on the ground.

Around him, corpses of Acromantulas that seemed densely packed due to their huge size were stacked up. Quirrell used their blood to draw the rituals transmitted by Voldemort through his brain waves.

Looking at the strange statue in the center of the formation, it is obviously ferocious and terrifying, but it makes people feel a kind of peace from the heart, which is really weird.

"This thing is too weird, Voldemort, are you sure you want to continue?"

Once again feeling that he should stop there, Quirrell stopped and asked Voldemort in his mind.

At this time, it can be said that their interests were aligned. As a 'helper', Quirrell did not 'lock up' Voldemort again.

"What are you still thinking about now?" Voldemort's voice sounded in Quirrell's mind, and he laughed hoarsely from his rotten soul. "Hoho hoho, no way, what are you still thinking about now?"

Perhaps feeling that this fire was not enough, Voldemort paused and continued.

"Survival, the most important thing now is [survival]! You still have a future when you are alive. You may be glorious or humble, but after you die, you are not even as good as that disgusting cockroach."

"Survive!"

Quirrell was once again persuaded by Voldemort. At this time, his 'master' could not save him. Even if he ran out secretly, he might be killed by the knights of the church at the first sign.

Because there must be someone following behind him. In order not to expose the existence of the 'master', he would die if he went out. But he is still alive now because the 'master' needs the magic stone.

He moved his hands again. At this moment, Quirrell did not care about anything in order to survive. At this moment, he was a lost traveler who was about to fall to the bottom of the cliff. Even if the sapling was the product of growing on the scalp of a terrifying existence, He couldn't care less.

Even if you are working hard, you are still alive. If you die, you will see nothing.

What he had seen through [Divine Word·Revelation] flashed in his mind. When he touched Harry, his whole body turned into ashes.

It was too miserable, too sad, and he didn't want to die so humbly.

Quirrell, who was lying on the ground trying to draw the ritual in order to survive, did not notice that there was a pair of pupils under his own eyes, standing upright like a cat, with a slight scarlet flashing in them.

Correspondingly, there is a strange statue in the middle of the ceremony. Its eyes are green and flicker like breathing. The whole thing looks like it is communicating silently.