Reincarnated in Britain, I go to Hogwarts

In the atrium of Hogwarts, after the Christmas banquet was completely silent, two figures reunited. They were Adam, a classmate from Gryffindor, and Draco, a classmate from Slytherin. Oh, to be more precise, it was Mr. Tom, Instead of Draco's classmate, he was currently falling into a peaceful and sweet sleep.

Without saying too much, they looked at each other and walked directly into the women's restroom not far away. Yes, on Christmas Eve, two men (children) went to the women's restroom together.

What's interesting is that one is a wizard spy of the church and the heir to the title of Holy Son, while the other is the young spirit of Voldemort, a ghost who has absorbed the knowledge of an unknown existence and completely separated from his true self.

They were originally black and white, but they walked into the women's bathroom side by side at this moment. I have to say that this world is really amazing.

On this side, the wonderful adventure of going to the women's restroom is unfolding, and on the other side, Old Tom's party is also getting ready.

"Are you sure, Mons?"

When Ans and Dumbledore arrived at the gathering place, everyone they had seen before came, as well as those they had never seen before. This shows that Dumbledore is so interested in Voldemort.

Although he only received news of Bella's appearance, as the White Devil and an old lion, Dumbledore still understood that a lion should use all his strength to fight a rabbit.

"Hey, you are classmate Wick." At this time, a tall, thin man with long hair wearing a black and gray vertical striped shirt, a brown vest, black trousers and leather shoes came over. "I heard, thank you for your help, I am Blake , Sirius Black.”

"It's just the right time," Ans stretched out his hand and shook the other person's hand. He didn't take it too seriously. Instead, he focused on Mundungus and his younger brother, while answering perfunctorily, "I hope not." Just scare you."

"Oh, how could it be? That is so inspiring. I have always believed that those Death Eaters should not be imprisoned, but should be executed after being caught. Each of them has suffered countless lives."

As if he had heard valuable information, William turned his eyes towards the loud-mouthed Blake, and met the eyes of a young man with long hair.

He subconsciously looked away, and then he focused on himself. There was nothing he could do about it.

——trembling!

Yes, William noticed that his body was trembling. If he looked carefully, he could see that his current boss, Meng Si, was also trembling.

What does that feel like? It's not because he feels cold. On the contrary, his body temperature is rising at this moment, and he can feel the heat emitted by the blood flowing in his blood vessels.

But why are you shaking?

It's fear!It's fear! !

This has nothing to do with whether they have supernatural abilities. After William and Mundungus are stripped of their extraordinary bloodline, they are actually just gangsters in the world of ordinary people. The younger they are, the more delinquent they are.

This is their ability to live in this world and this society. It is very similar to the world of wild animals. The ability of being a bad thing, no, it should be the cells of being a bad thing that feel the unprecedented murderous intention.

They felt as if they had returned to Voldemort's terrifying rule more than ten years ago. William knew this feeling better than Mundungus. After all, he had felt it a few months ago.

That kind of sharp feeling that although it is dull, there seems to be needle pricks around it.

This keen judgment of danger is sometimes more important than the so-called learning talent, fighting talent and other abilities.

It wasn't that Ans was deliberately causing trouble, but that he 'smelled' a bad smell on that Mundungus boy. It's hard to say exactly, but it was disgusting.

In addition, the tattered clothes and shoes have a "smell" of transfiguration, indicating that the entire "beggar" outfit is disguised by magic. But if you look closely, you will see a section of the wand handle exposed from the arms. Although it is worn out, it is considered to be [-]% to [-]% new. Compared with his boss's [battle-scarred] wand, although it is not [factory brand new], it still seems to be [battle-hardened].

Is it possible that the younger brother's wand is newer than the older brother's?Even if Sirius took away valuable things from his old house after his death, would Mundungus let his little brother's 'new' wand go?

This is not some reasoning, just careful observation. After all, as a qualified Assassin, you need to be so meticulous.

After coming to the conclusion, Ans made no move and turned sideways as if he had no interest in them. However, out of sight of them, his right hand had already touched the Beretta around his waist.

Dumbledore noticed, but made no sound. He just shook his body to help him cover up better. Even the four professors noticed something was wrong. After all, Ans's action of touching the handle of the gun was a bit discordant. of.

The silly Mundungus seemed to have not yet sobered up. The fear he felt just now, as if he was being targeted by a giant beast, seemed to be just an illusion. It was like a nightmare that scared him, but it was not without its benefits. At least he was half sober.

Soon, a few more wizards came. They were preparing an anti-Apparition formation, and were planning to capture Bella when she came out of Gringotts. It would be best if they could pull out Voldemort, but it would be okay if she couldn't. , at least get back the gold cup, no loss.

These wizards are very young and seem to be new members. Why do you say that?

It can be seen from the action of Moody drawing his wand, with a lot of tails behind them.

"Oh look, a gathering of wizards?"

A hoarse voice sounded, and under the moonlight, a man in a hooded black robe appeared, followed by more than 20 black shadows.

"I don't know, can we participate?"

Pulling down the hood, a middle-aged man's face appeared, full of vicissitudes of life. He was grinning with protruding canine teeth, giving birth to a kind of bloodthirsty cruelty out of thin air.

"It's you! Fenrir!! The leader of the werewolves!!!" After Moody, who had retired, saw the incoming person, he pointed the wand in his hand at him and called out his name, "Attention boys, don't be afraid. ! Today is not a full moon day!”

"Hehehehehe-is the moon full?" Fenrir laughed like an orthodox villain. His laughter infected the werewolves behind him. They all took off their hoods and raised their heads to look at the moon. "Ah - the moon looks like a scimitar, what does it symbolize?"

After asking a question, Fenrir and others poured a bottle of bright red potion into their mouths. Moody and others discovered that they had missed the best time to strike, but Ans didn't care about this and was a little curious.

"Yes - killing!!!"

In the roar, all the men in black robes in front immediately straightened up and turned into furry werewolves with sharp claws and protruding mouths.

"Lord Voldemort salutes you!"

boom--!