I, Constantine, Chief Exorcist of Hogwarts

"Miss Parkinson! You are so reckless. Do you know how dangerous what you did today is?!"

"If you accidentally hit the castle, or simply accidentally fell from the flying broomstick, at such a terrifying speed, even God can't save you!"

"God can't save me, but Constantine can certainly..."

"What did you say?!!!"

Standing outside the door, John couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed and embarrassed when he heard Professor McGonagall yelling again.

He glanced at the little witch without trace.

I was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when I realized that the other party didn't seem to hear the viper Ms. Parkinson's plea for suicide in the office at all.

suddenly.

"John, do you know? Pansy Parkinson likes you! She told me this herself. She asked me to leave you."

The little witch suddenly said something shocking, which made John's heart suddenly lift.

However, this time Miss Know-It-All obviously did not intend to get any reply or promise from him.

One foot, wearing white socks and black leather shoes, tapped its heel on the floor unconsciously.

John looked at each other blankly.

Her somewhat fluffy maroon hair was still stained with some grass clippings. However, under the dusk sunlight shining in from the corridor window on the side, her crimson face seemed to be in a trance.

Those bright and tough eyes made John's heart skip a beat.

"I told her that she wanted me to give up unless she killed me!"

John:

What a straight shot!

I didn’t expect this from a novice like you!

With a "click", Miss Viper, whose eyes were red, seemed to have been drained of energy by an evil spirit, and walked out with a dull look in her eyes.

"Miss Granger, come in!"

Professor McGonagall's voice sounded.

"Huh, Hermione Granger, I underestimated you. It turns out that you always said you were afraid of heights, and you were just pretending!"

Miss Viper was dissatisfied.

Now that the matter was over, after repeatedly recalling what happened today, she felt more and more that something was wrong with Hermione, especially the fleeting and cunning smile on Hermione's face when she fell into John's body at the end.

Pansy dared to bet on her future husband.

If she was wrong, she would marry a troll in the future!

The Muggle in front of her was obviously not the "fragile little girl who could easily offer her beloved man to her" as her mother said.

However, Hermione didn't wait for an answer as she was about to walk into the office.

John spoke calmly.

"You are wrong, Miss Parkinson, Hermione is indeed afraid of heights!"

Hermione turned her head and looked at John, who had no doubt in his eyes. She said nothing, but had a smile on her lips before entering Professor McGonagall's office.

In Pan Xi's eyes, it was particularly dazzling.

The office door closes.

Only this time, Professor McGonagall's voice was obviously not as angry as when he faced Miss Viper, except for the faint sounds of communication between the other party and Hermione.

John and Pansy, who were lying at the door trying to eavesdrop on something, could not hear the specific content of the conversation.

"Miss Parkinson, you are very good, but I also ask you to understand that Hermione is a very important person to me. I don't care what you think. "If something dangerous like this happens with her next time... ………”

John's voice paused slightly.

In the latter's stunned eyes, a hand suddenly spread out.

"Wow!"

A green flame, with a menacing aura that made the hair stand on end, instantly made Miss Viper's face turn white.

It's like standing in front of the crater of hell, a huge threat that could be wiped out in the next second.

Let the little viper who originally wanted to tease John a little bit.

Decisively chose to shut up.

Take a step back, raise your hands and swear, as if you are honest and obedient.

"Okay, I will control myself from now on and will never hurt your first little girlfriend."

The corner of John's mouth twitched.

This feeling of being treated like Tang Monk's flesh, even he didn't know whether it should be regarded as trouble or happiness.

Of course, it may also be the trouble of happiness...

"KRA..."

The door to the office opened, and Hermione glanced at John in front of her with a bit of embarrassment, then silently bowed to Professor McGonagall.

Without waiting for John, he trotted away directly.

"Mr. Constantine, do you need me to invite you in personally?"

When Miss Viper saw this, she gave John a look of "you wish for it" and decisively ran away.

In the office.

Professor McGonagall was sitting in his seat, but after John came in, he just looked at him without saying a word.

Until John himself felt embarrassed.

Then he took a deep breath and adjusted his glasses with a tired face.

"John, I will not interfere with your emotional affairs, but... I hope this will be the last time! In today's incident, whether it is Miss Granger or Miss Parkinson, something will happen to either of them. , I think you will definitely suffer from this for the rest of your life!"

John nodded hastily.

Seeing that John was quite honest, Professor McGonagall stopped holding on to this matter.

"Mrs. Hooch is very dissatisfied with your behavior today, so... you, Harry Potter and all the other little wizards who did not follow Mrs. Hooch's instructions and flew at will will be suspended from flying lessons for a week."

"While others are taking flying lessons, you need to follow Mr. Filch and clean the castle for a week."

John:

Professor McGonagall looked cold and showed no intention of discussing.

John could only lament and nodded angrily.

Seeing that John had no objection, the serious expression on Professor McGonagall's face softened slightly.

However, the next moment, he suddenly seemed to think of something.

"John, I'm afraid Hogwarts will welcome a group of Aurors from the Ministry of Magic in the past few days. Draco Malfoy's father is very dissatisfied with Professor Dumbledore's decision, so he asked the Ministry of Magic to send Aurors to Hogwarts. I will be stationed in Ci for a while..."

John blinked.

Some people didn't understand what the Ministry of Magic meant.

"So...they are preparing to capture the demon themselves?"

Even though Professor McGonagall was helpless, he could only sigh and buy a little bit.

"Right now, our Mr. Malfoy, who is in Hogwarts, is taking several other Slytherin wizard parents who have filed accusations against you to investigate in the restored Slytherin dormitory area. According to what they said... "

"You deliberately possessed the devil in Gol Gregory's body through summoning."

John was even more speechless.

"If I really have such ability, I would rather let the opponent fall on a bed bug that I can crush to death with one kick, rather than ten Goyles who can eat more than the monsters in one meal."

He shook his head. It doesn't matter what these guys say, this is Hogwarts anyway.

As long as Dumbledore, the big boss, doesn't speak up, no one can expel him, not even the school board or the Ministry of Magic.

This is the appearance of the greatest white wizard of the 21st century!

Just when John was about to leave.

suddenly.

A rapid system prompt sounded suddenly amid his shocked expression.

【Ding!】

[The smell of demonic activity is found around the host!]

[The breath direction is locked...]

"..."

John's expression changed, and Professor McGonagall, who heard him say a dirty word inexplicably, couldn't help but frown and raise his head.

But she wasn't even given a chance to criticize.

John's weak words made McGonagall's expression freeze instantly.

"Professor McGonagall, I'm right here, and you know what I did and didn't do just now... If I say that there is another demonic aura in Slytherin's rest area... …”

"Walt?!"

Slytherin lounge area.

Draco was currently taking his father with him to investigate around in his dormitory.

Even the fat little Crabbe, who didn't really want to get close to him now, was forcefully brought here by him.

"Father, Goyle and I came back from Professor Snape's pharmacy that day. Then I was sitting here chatting, Crabbe was sleeping there, and Goyle was washing up in the bathroom..."

Draco expelled John from Hogwarts in order to get his father to take action.

Even though everything he experienced that day still scares him awake in his dreams at night, it has completely formed a psychological shadow.

Draco still held on, trying to tell as much detail as possible.

"AX0303......"

Lucius held the cane with the snake-head handle in his hand and carefully observed the bathroom for a long time, tapping here and touching there.

After searching carefully for a long time for something that might be related to some evil summoning ritual, I found nothing.

"Draco, think about it again, is there any special process? For example, before Goyle appeared strange, did you hear any strange spells or feel anything strange?"

Draco's face turned a little pale, and his mind was full of the ferocious face "Goyle" had when he was possessed that day.

The pale eyeballs were covered with bloodshot eyes, the mouth was full of black blood, and the skin was bruised.

Draco couldn't help but shudder just thinking about that scene at this moment.

Seeing Draco being so fragile, Lucius's eyes couldn't help but flash with dissatisfaction and severity.

"Come! On! Draco, you must cheer up. That John Constantine must have cast some weird spell to summon the devil to your dormitory. There is always something unpredictable about the damn Vatican. s method……"

Lucius casually placed it on the bathroom counter.

He reached out and grabbed his son's shoulders, his stern eyes and anger that he didn't know were directed at his son Draco in front of him, or at Dumbledore who was blocking his accusation.

Draco, who was already in an emotional breakdown and hesitation, gradually became paler.

……………………Please give me flowers 00

"Okay, Lucius, stop! Draco's body has not fully recovered yet!"

On the side, a middle-aged man with buck teeth almost identical to Marcus Flint, captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, hurriedly pulled Lucius aside, who was inexplicably emotional at the moment.

"Is there something wrong with you? Lucius! Draco is your son!"

Pros Flint looked at Lucius in front of him with a puzzled expression. He didn't know why he was so irritable, his eyes were full of confusion and worry.

"Our enemies are Dumbledore and that boy named John Constantine who is a descendant of the Holy See. Watch your temper, Lucius. I don't want us to go back today because you have to have a big fight with your wife about this matter. shelf………………"

Lucius smoothed his hair, which was meticulously combed like his son's, nodded, and took a few deep breaths.

However, for some reason, he couldn't help but picture his son Draco being choked by "Goyle" again and again in his mind.

Behind the scenes were John Constantine and Dumbledore laughing evilly.

"Hahaha! That's it, John, keep increasing your strength and let that fool Goyle strangle that little Malfoy to death!"

"That guy Lucius Malfoy, I have long disliked him. Kill him, kill him quickly!"

"Hey, hey, don't worry, Professor Dumbledore. My methods are absolutely secret. Even Lucius Malfoy will never be able to investigate the cause of death of Draco, a fool."

"Shut up!!!"

A sudden shout frightened everyone else in the dormitory to tremble.

Everyone looked at Lucius in confusion, as if he was having a seizure.

"Lucius, what's wrong with you?"

"Father, you, your face looks a little ugly..."

While Pross supported Lucius, who was shaking a bit, he seemed to have thought of something and sighed after hearing Draco's words.

"Your father heard that you almost died in Hogwarts, and he was going crazy. In order to drive Dumbledore and that Vatican boy out of Hogwarts and avenge you, he has not slept for several days. ..."

Draco's eyes instantly moistened.

Thinking of how useless I looked just now, I felt ashamed.

Lucius shook his somewhat tired head. After hearing Pross's analysis, he just thought it was because he was physically tired.

He forced a smile that was not pretty and comforted Draco, who was full of worry.

Lucius looked in the direction of the bathroom.

"It's okay. I just need to wash my face and wake up. It seems that the investigation here still needs Aurors from the Ministry of Magic to come. Some of them are at the Egyptian Wizard Monument.

Have performed the task effectively. "

"Perhaps they are the only ones who can see through that kid's tricks..."

Several people nodded.

In the bathroom, Lucius splashed cold water on his face one after another.

The cold feeling indeed made his somewhat groggy head gradually wake up.

Prolos leaned against the door of the bathroom, comforting Draco who was a little sorry.

While looking inside from time to time, he was afraid that Lucius wouldn't be able to hold on and would faint in the bathroom.

However.

Just when he turned back unconsciously.

In the mirror, the reflection of Lucius washing his face again and again instantly made his hair stand on end.

"Waterfa!"

He almost instinctively let out an exclamation and instantly pulled out the wand from his waist.

Lucius turned around in confusion, but the face he revealed when he turned around made Draco, who was still anxious to stop him, instantly turn pale.

"Father?!"

Amidst the shrill and unbelievable screams, Draco's shadow memories that had just been dispersed seemed to be like a resurrected virus at this moment.

filled his mind again.

In sight.

Just now, his father, Lucius, who had been holding on to himself even though he was so tired, still wanted to vent his anger, now had something strange like snake scales on his face.

A pair of golden vertical pupils full of cold and bloodthirsty luster.

It made Draco's body feel like he was being targeted by a predator.

However, at the same time.

In Lucius's eyes at this moment, when he turned around, what caught his eye was Albus Dumbledore, who was full of vicious looks and was pointing his wand at him.

And, a black-haired boy was holding a bloody dagger. At the opponent's feet, the blood-stained blond figure made the crazy devil in Lucius instantly let out an uncontrollable roar.

"Roar!!!"

"Dumbledore! I'll kill you!!!"

A huge roar like a beast, accompanied by fierce collisions and the sound of an obvious fight.

Let the little Slytherin snakes who have not yet recovered from the shocking incident a few days ago.

They all became alert in an instant.

"Boom"

A humanoid monster with two wings on its back, wearing a ragged and broken wizard robe, and covered in blue and purple snake scales, came into everyone's eyes...Zero.