Reincarnated in Britain, I go to Hogwarts

"I won't allow this."

Just when Octa was having fun chopping down the Green Hood, he had just passionately declared that the Magic Stone was his to give himself some encouragement, but he didn't expect that someone else would appear behind them.

In fact, Ans and others did not expect that when they followed the traces left by the Shadow Realm signpost, they came to a green space that did not seem to be inhabited (it was vast and sparsely populated).

It's not that the positioning sign is wrong, but that some time has passed and Quirrell will naturally move when he reaches the place, instead of just waiting for the player to arrive like an NPC.

The three of them didn't need to look for traces at all. They just happened to hear Octa's loud shout. After passing through the jungle, they also saw the two people standing in a stalemate.

When he heard Octa excitedly announce that he was the one holding the magic stone, Ans immediately spoke up. After all, three against two, the advantage was mine, and it was completely justified.

"Oh?"

Hearing the sound, Octa took a step back, put down the knight's sword and inserted it on the ground again. He slightly shifted his gaze to look at the three people who suddenly appeared.

Similarly, when Quirrell heard the movement, he turned around tremblingly. When he saw the person coming, his eyes suddenly bloomed with the light of hope for life.

Even if the 'items' buried with him were very valuable, enough to make him famous for eternity, just like Harry, the current savior, who was a popular figure in the British wizarding world, but who would want to die if he could live.

Unlike Ans who wanted to say a few words before fighting, Professor Snape was a pure 'snake'. He would fight without saying much, and he would raise his hand without any trace.

Ding--

The light blue magic power circulated on the knight's sword, and Octa cut through this extremely dangerous cutting spell with one stroke.

This made Snape raise his eyebrows. The invincible spell was broken, and it was still a very 'Muggle'-like ordinary sword method.

"~Are all wizards so rude?" Octa once again stuck the knight sword on the ground and straightened his back. "I don't want to cause too much trouble. Are you wizards who strayed into this forest? As compensation, I Is it okay to ask questions first?”

In Octa's mind, there shouldn't be a tail behind Quirrell, because there is no way to track the portkey, and he didn't know where the destination was at the beginning, so there was no way to give away the place.

So where did these three people come from? They just fell into this option by mistake.

And he thought that he could ask the question first because he had nothing to do with them, and the other party took the lead, so in order to calm the matter, the wizard would answer his question.

But he didn't know that although generally speaking, door keys cannot be tracked, Ans himself is not so 'common'.

As an Obscurial who lived past the age of ten, he was already unusual.

"It's a pity that this knight..." Ans took a step forward. "I don't know why you know that Professor Quirrell has the magic stone, but this thing is ours, so I'm sorry..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Snape suddenly took action, intending to catch him off guard. But this time, Snape chose -

"Avada eats a big melon!"

Death curse!

The dark green magic hit Octa's chest very quickly, causing Octa to bow his back again as if he had been hit hard.

"Ho ho ho...it's useless, Severus..."

A hoarse voice came from Quirrell's mouth, and he turned his head with cat-like vertical pupils emitting a faint red light.

"Hiss - this strength... is powerful!" Octa straightened up in the astonished eyes of Snape, Flitwick and Ans. He didn't even have a few drops of nosebleeds and seemed not to be injured. "I have to say I made a mistake. , I didn’t expect that the Portkey could be tracked. It seems that you are also going to take back the Magic Stone."

Octa made two chest-expanding movements, picked up the knight's sword and galloped towards the three of them.

Unlike before, where he stood and hit the cover around Quirrell like a game, Octa's speed has completely increased this time. For him, Quirrell is enough for toys, wooden stakes and the like.

Besides, the other party also has the magic stone, and what do those three wizards have?If there's nothing left, it's still an enemy, so don't keep it, just kill it as soon as possible.

In his long life, Octa has seen too many examples of cats playing tricks on mice, only to be played by them instead.

"Levitation spell!"

"Upside down golden hook!"

Flitwick and Snape took action one after another. As wizards, they would not let a melee fighter rush in front of them. While casting restrictive spells, they all used Disapparation to move to other places that were more suitable for casting spells. .

"Tsk!"

After Octa avoided two spells by moving around, he unconsciously clicked his tongue when he saw the wizards who had moved their positions, feeling that it was difficult.

Immediately afterwards, he shifted his gaze to the only young boy in front who did not move - he did not leave.

"Frightened?" 』

"No!You are confident! 』

Quickly rejecting his guess, Octa grinned, raised his knight's sword, and ran quickly towards Ans.

He didn't want to analyze where the other party was so confident. In his long life, he had subconsciously stopped thinking about it, because every time, he was the one who survived, and Octa, who could not die, had not analyzed it for a long time.

The two professors who moved elsewhere did not watch Octa charging towards Ans indifferently. They both cast their own spells.

Although Flitwick's white magic can cause Octa trouble, but not much, Professor Snape's black magic, such as the Shadowless Blade, the Death Curse, the Cruciatus Curse and other spells, are completely unable to cause Octa any trouble. Inflicting effective injuries is also just causing trouble.

"Ha~ I'm sorry, I don't know why you didn't run, but..."

The knight's sword was raised high and struck down, with the feeling of being cut in two.

Ding--

The sound of Jin Ge's handover echoed here, accompanied by Ans's sneer and Octa's expression of surprise and surprise.

At the moment of separation, the two of them took a step back, and with a tacit understanding, the two professors shifted their targets to the other person, Quirrell...or Voldemort.

"Interesting... Although this sword is not full strength, but judging from your appearance, you are still underage." Octa did not insert the sword into the ground at this time, but held the sword tip down. This is a kind of Affirmation of the person in front of me: "It seems that you are not just a wizard."

"Let's just think that you are complimenting me. Although you are injured, you don't seem to be in any serious condition. On the contrary, if you look closely... you seem to have recovered. Dare I ask... are you still human?"

This terrifying self-healing ability...

Ans already had a guess.

"Hahahaha - as expected, you are not one of those wizards. You have the sensitivity of a warrior. You can observe these things in a short time. As for your question... I was born as a human."

But now, I don’t know if I am still human.

"Ankunais Wake"

Ans placed the sword condensed with magic power on his left waist, held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and leaned forward.

"Wick... That's it! No wonder! Then I can't hide it anymore!" Octa pointed the tip of his sword at Ans with an orthodox knight's sword frame. "My name! Viander Octa!"