Reincarnated in Britain, I go to Hogwarts

"What's wrong? Come to me in such a hurry."

In a ranch in San Diego, Rick, who was completely dark, looked at his friend. At this time, half of Rachel Soren's nauseating injuries had disappeared, and except for her eyes, everything else was healed.

"Do you remember the last time I looked for you?" Sauron pointed to the sky and gave Rick a hint. "I thought you were next, but I didn't expect that Mertura had a backup plan."

"Backhand... So? Someone cut off my beard? I'm no longer qualified?"

At this time, Rick was very unhappy. Although he knew that the evil god was not a good thing, he was originally qualified to touch the mystery. However, someone stepped ahead of him, which made Rick feel angry and was robbed. Eat anger.

"Are you angry? Rick, as a friend, although I am unhappy, I am still happy. It is not because you were robbed of the qualification, but because you were not selected. This is a lucky thing."

Sauron pointed at his dim eyes and smiled bitterly. He sacrificed his soul for power, but he was obviously a human being but lived like a dog. Is this something to be happy or sad about?

"The unhappiness is just because a companion suddenly came. It's like in the company, someone who is obviously a one-spoken person suddenly shows up with someone who shares power with him."

"Phew - I'm sorry, I lost my composure," Rick knew of course that this was a blessing. He had had nightmares for a few days when he saw half of his friend's body looking like a ghost in the bar, so he patted his face. Okay, I understand, so, are you talking about your... new teammate this time?"

"Yes, my new teammate, maybe you should have heard of the second-generation Dark Lord of Britain. Please note that he has been resurrected."

"The being who cannot be named?"

Seeing that Rick knew that person's name, Sauron didn't need to explain too much. After all, he really didn't understand how arrogant or inferior he was before putting a curse on his name.

Since Voldemort's debut, due to his confidentiality measures, no one knows his real name other than [Voldemort]. To be precise, this name is more like a vest, so it is normal for him to curse on his vest.

But outsiders didn't know about this, they just thought that [Voldemort] was Voldemort's name, so this also caused Sauron's incomprehension. After all...it's like that, buzzing all day long, isn't it annoying?

"So he is your teammate now... I have also collected information about Britain for more than ten years. To be honest, there are quite a few Dark Lords related to Dumbledore, well... only two, but II The most outrageous thing, right? A reign of terror... for medieval people?"

As a mysterious force formed by the Lighthouse Country, after discovering the [Special], they will naturally collect information, or in other words, intelligence from all over the world.

Of course, except for China, which they cannot enter, they all have their eyes on it.

The mysterious world of Britain can actually be regarded as their back garden. Thanks to the backwardness of the magic world, there is absolutely no way to stop these professionally trained wizards from sneaking in to collect intelligence.

"I don't know what the second generation is thinking. Doesn't he know his predecessor? No, no, no, or it's better to say he doesn't know. It's enough to become a thug and crazily target Britain like he is now."

"Speaking of which, judging from the intelligence I have collected, the wizarding world in Britain is pretty good. Although there is one Dumbledore, there is only one. What is your Magical Congress doing? Why are you just making small moves and being timid? It’s very uncomfortable.”

He poured a glass of milk for his best friend, which was produced in this ranch.

"Don't make trouble, aren't you politicians the same? You try again and again, and if you fail after taking action, you will be like a gecko. Besides, we don't have nothing. After all, Mertura still brought him from Hogwarts. Many books and materials have come back, and overall, our country’s mysterious historical heritage has become thicker.”

Hearing his best friend's words, Sauron took the milk and took a sip without even drinking it. Everyone is the same, why should you dislike me? Besides, we have also made contributions, but what about you?It's just bullying other small and weak countries, and doing things on other people's territory does not allow people to develop with peace of mind.

"Ugh……"

Hearing Sauron's words, Rick sighed and looked up at the white clouds in the sky. He also knew this, so he was also very melancholy.

"So, why can't we be more direct? Although the benefits of doing small things in this era are huge, it takes a long time to operate. It's so long that I don't know if I can see that day coming."

Patting his best friend on the shoulder, Sauron had nothing to say. Maybe he would die earlier than Rick. Although he was a wizard and had a mysterious magical lifespan longer than ordinary people, but , it’s a pity that he became a dog.

"Let's go now. I'll leave the potion here and package it separately for you. Please make sure your people don't use three pills in a short period of time if they don't want anything to happen. The maximum interval between them is one week and the minimum is two days. Otherwise... the consequences will be serious, believe me, it's so disgusting, you don't want to see it. As for yours, you can use two at a time, the effect is very obvious, the specific time depends on personal consumption."

After saying that, Rick took his own milk and left, while Soren stayed where he was, leaning on the wooden railing, putting the milk glass on it, and took out the cigarette. At this time, Rick stopped. Turn around.

"By the way, I almost forgot, the church will take action."

After saying this, Rick picked up his feet again and really left. He got on his Land Rover and ran away.

"Fu~~ It seems that the sequelae are very serious," thick white smoke came out of his mouth, Sauron looked at the box at his feet, "What is the second generation going to do? It seems that he has fished out his mistress. Moreover, that woman seems to be married, and her husband is still a subordinate of the Second Emperor. What’s going on? Is this really the Middle Ages? It’s so confusing.”

Neither he nor Rick cared that what they said would be heard by the people in this ranch, because he was the only living person in this ranch, and all the cows were dead.

This is also the reason why Sauron can repair half of his body. The lost life needs other lives to replenish it. The life here is, more accurately, [vitality].

Sauron actually didn't care much about their death. It didn't mean he had no conscience, but he really didn't think it mattered.

"Perhaps, I am no longer a human being?" Soran raised his head and looked at the blue sky and white clouds. "Yes, I have become a dog, how can I still be a human being?"

He scratched his head, annihilated the milk cup, picked up the suitcase and disappeared with a 'crack'.

He is going to find his new subordinates. The previous ones have all been destroyed.

Destroyed by a bunch of No-Majs.