I, Constantine, Chief Exorcist of Hogwarts

"Spear, are you sure this is really where that kid came from? This looks like a flying haunted house!"

"Zareshette! Ah! I seem to have stepped on a pile of shit!"

"Shut up! You can't be wrong. Although I'm not good at fighting, when it comes to stalking, even the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic can't get rid of me!"

"..."

There was a burst of rustling discussion.

John stood on a windowsill on the side of the main castle, gently shaking a glass of lemonade with holy water ice cubes in his hand.

Wearing a jet-black trench coat that he had not yet had time to change out of, his body, which was not very tall, suddenly became even more imperceptible.

So much so that there is no difference between the three figures now walking in from the front door openly and openly.

"These people look slovenly and dressed like Matt. It's almost unnecessary to think that they must be the subordinates of our second-generation Dark Lord, who has extremely poor aesthetic taste."

"Death Eaters?"

John shook his head slightly.

Although our second-generation Dark Lord, it can be said that he is not afraid of meat and vegetables when it comes to the breeds and looks of his subordinates.

However, to be able to become a Death Eater, your strength must meet certain conditions.

"It's a pity. If it were placed outside the castle, it might be very troublesome to deal with you wizards who I don't understand, but here..."

John smiled coldly and gently knocked the cup in his hand on the edge of the terrace.

The crisp sound of "dang dang dang" seemed so obvious in the silent night.

When the three of them looked up, they happened to look at John, who was looking at them at the same moment.

"Several friends from the wizarding world, it seems that even if no one is guarding the front door, they still have a soft spot for climbing over the wall."

John's joking words were like a dark wind in the middle of the night.

Scratched from the ears of three people.

I don't know why, but the three of them were almost at the same time, and all of them felt an ominous premonition at this moment.

It seems that if I don't leave here quickly, I will be in bad luck today.

"Fake! What's going on with this guy?"

One of the Death Eaters looked clearly alone.

Moreover, John was only an eleven or twelve-year-old child, but at this moment, the other party's face was full of teasing and ridicule.

I couldn't help but cursed with fury in my heart.

But then, the companion next to him snorted coldly.

Suddenly he raised the wand in his hand.

"Boy, if you are wise, you'd better hand over all your valuables now!"

"otherwise......"

As he spoke, a disgusting smile suddenly appeared on the man's face, which was covered with dirt and even abscesses.

And the other party's ugly appearance really succeeded in disgusting John, who was standing above him.

He originally planned to watch the show and tease a few Death Eaters, but he suddenly lost the intention to continue playing.

Disgusted, he threw the glass of lemonade down in his hand.

He snorted disdainfully.

"Otherwise? What stupid thing are you going to do?"

"Let me guess, are you going to use Cruciatus on me, or are you just going to cast the Death Curse directly?"

"Walter?!"

The three of them were instantly shocked.

"Walter? Odd... the information said, isn't this guy a Muggle? Why does he know the Death Curse and the Cruciatus Curse?! And he can also say the Cruciatus Curse?"

"Did that guy old McGonagall say that?"

"Idiot! Do you think the professors at Hogwarts would cast such a spell on a young wizard who has not yet entered school?!"

Several people were shocked, and now they realized that something was wrong with today's situation.

However.

The next moment, a few people were not even given a chance to resist or take action.

John, who was originally standing on the terrace of the main castle, suddenly turned over.

With the sound of his windbreaker being pulled by the night wind, John, who didn't even see the wand in his hands, was like a fallen leaf at this moment.

It gracefully fell directly from above and landed ten meters in front of several people.

His hands were folded in front of him, his eyes cold.

"Of course, I guess your real purpose is to get something special from me, right?"

"After all... all of this is your master's mission."

Three Death Eaters: "!!!"

"Fuck! You, who are you? Why do you know so much... You, you are definitely not an ordinary Muggle!"

John watched the three of them pointing their wands at him in fear, but there was no trace of fear in their eyes.

He spread his hands and smiled slightly.

Like an enthusiastic teacher who welcomes classmates to today’s class.

"I am an exorcist. It is my responsibility to maintain peace on earth and make hell demons and evil spirits disappear from this world. Of course... exorcists are not only responsible for exorcism."

John's eyes flashed at the moment he finished speaking.

Suddenly a faint evil red light bloomed.

"Driving demons is also the method used by our exorcists!"

"Roar!!!"

A roar like muffled thunder suddenly came from the ground beneath the feet of the three people.

next moment.

A ferocious big hand with bone spurs suddenly poked out.

The moment the earth and rocks shattered, he grabbed the thigh of one of the Death Eaters.

next moment.

"ah!!!"

Seeing that they were dragged into a large underground pit in an instant, the screams, accompanied by the sound of broken bones, instantly spread to a very deep place, and the remaining two Death Eaters were so frightened that their legs became weak.

And it is precisely at this time.

It was like being pushed by an invisible force.

The Death Eater who had just raised his wand to threaten Romon stumbled, and then the expression on his face suddenly became numb.

"Spear, you..."

"Pfft!"

"Ahhh!"

He looked at Spear who was biting another person's neck like a wild beast.

John took two steps back, as if he was worried about being splashed by the other party's dirty blood.

It was torn apart wildly, and the flesh and blood fell all over the floor, but it did not attract John's attention.

His eyes were already on the wands that the three of them had dropped on the ground.

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