I, Constantine, Chief Exorcist of Hogwarts

Night falls.

There was no one in John's dormitory, but from the [Demon-Sealing Treasure Box] that was placed on the ground and had its entrance opened, there was an excited and somewhat apprehensive loud discussion from General Enha.

"John, can we really do this? Can the book written by this guy really be sold?"

"Harry, just tell me whether you think this content is exciting or not?"

"I...John, how do you know so much? Besides, if Professor McGonagall knew these things, she would definitely be mad!"

"Stupid! Of course we can't let the professors know!"

now.

In front of the sealed cage where the [B-level Hell Cannibal Book] is located, a total of four people in John's dormitory are busy here at the moment, picking up the pages that have been spat everywhere by the Hell Cannibal Book on the ground.

Then they were re-binded according to the coding of the pages.

There was a big smile on John's face. He and Neville were responsible for sorting the different pages of their books, and then Ronald and Harry would then bind the pages according to the page numbers.

Since tomorrow happened to be the weekend at Hogwarts, there were no classes and there was no need to worry about oversleeping. The four of them all worked hard and vowed to create a literary miracle that would shock the wizarding world on this night.

Ronald moved quickly with his hands, stacking books with white covers on top of each other.

Vaguely, you can still see the titles of these books on it.

"The Lord of the Rings", "The Hobbit", "A Song of Ice and Fire"...

They were all popular in John's previous life, and happened to be very familiar with some Western works.

With "AI writing" as a tool, John directly fed a large number of "B-level hell cannibal books" such as chronicles and prose books of this world that were used as "basic data".

And the fact is that the ability of the Hell Cannibal Book is really ridiculously strong.

John couldn't suppress the smile on his face, and he couldn't help but look at the pile of black-covered books aside that Harry was in charge of binding.

"The Wizard Isn't a Pond", "Young Lady Alice", "Young Binns"

Seeing John looking over, Harry's eyes, which clearly showed nervousness and confusion, couldn't help but dodge.

"John... let's forget it. If Professor Sheng knew that we were actually selling this kind of thing... we should all be imprisoned in Azka Works.

Bar?"

"If you need money, I can provide some..."

Looking at Harry who was full of desire to survive, John glared at him angrily.

"Look at your achievements. Thanks to your grandfather, he was still doing big business in the wizarding world! Who said our association sold it in person?!"

John had a sneer on his face.

How could John do such a dirty thing himself? It was even impossible for Ronald and the others to do it.

"Don't worry, I have already thought of a candidate for the future sales of these things. The things we publish in the future [Constantine Exorcism Society] will all be in Ronald's hands. Even these are enough for our early needs. "

After packing up these things, it was already three or four o'clock in the morning.

Harry and the others didn't even have time to wash up. As soon as they touched the pillows, all three of them fell asleep like dead pigs.

John smiled faintly, took one last look at the two lists of books, one light and one dark, and put them away with satisfaction.

"System, open that $-level [Exorcist Treasure Box] for me!"

As the night falls silent.

John gave an order, and in an instant, a gorgeous treasure box that only he could see, blooming with bright golden light, suddenly appeared in front of him.

With a click, the treasure chest opened.

A voice immediately sounded in John's mind.

【Ding!】

[You opened the "S-level exorcism treasure chest"]

[You have obtained: "Sacred Heritage·Precious Blood of Uriel"]

When the light dissipated, a golden jade-like object the size of a table tennis ball fell into John's hand.

John was immediately shocked by the information about the thing in his hand, and his mouth opened wide in shock.

"[Sacred Heritage·Precious Blood of Uriel]: It condenses the inherited power of the Holy Archangel Uriel. After using the fusion, you can obtain the 'Light of God' Archangel Uriel, open the door to hell, and master the power of hell." Fire, the ability to possess the eye of truth"

John sighed and sat up from the bed.

At this moment, in his mind, the "Guardian Spirit" [S-level Rat Demon] Peter who had signed a contract with him was awakened from his deep sleep by the golden jade in John's hand.

"Damn, what is this?! Where on earth did you get such a thing!"

Peter's irritable and obviously frightened German was directly ignored by John.

Without any hesitation at all, John directly put the treasure in his hand into his mouth.

The moment Baoyu entered the room, bright golden light suddenly began to emit from John's mouth, nose, and other facial features.

An aura full of chilling majesty began to spread throughout John's body along with this golden light, a new improvement targeting every cell in the body, and even targeting John's soul.

Amidst the snoring of Harry and others.

Start quietly.

The next day.

When John arrived at Dumbledore's headmaster's office early in the morning.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Dumbledore, who was casually wearing a moon-white wizard robe and teasing Phoenix Fawkes.

"Mr. Constantine, your efficiency is much faster than I thought. I thought you would go to the Black Lake with Miss Granger or Miss Parkinson to see the scenery of Hogwarts or something."

"You are so young, please don't waste your good time on these papers..."

John could see that Dumbledore was obviously both welcoming and unwelcoming to his arrival.

Not only little wizards like weekends.

However, considering that he teased Satan and gave others the middle finger, the frequency of demons appearing in Hogwarts will definitely only become more and more frequent in the future.

John also had to speed up the construction of his exorcism team.

Even God dare not say that he can deal with the devils in the whole hell alone.

John will not feel that he is invincible just because he has a system.

"I'm sorry, Professor, but this matter is really important, so..."

What could Dumbledore say?

Who wouldn't like a young wizard who is upright, hard-working, and always likes to nip problems in the bud and always likes to fight everything on his own as much as possible?

He took over the application for the establishment of the [Constantine Exorcist Association] from John.

He just casually glanced at the information above and readily took out his seal as the principal.

And Dumbledore was chattering away, saying that young people should do more things they like, and at the same time saying that the little wizard seemed to be avoiding him recently, which made him very hurt.

On the other hand, Fox, who was on the desk, had been curiously looking up and down John's body since John came in.

"It can be seen that there seems to be something in you that is attracting it."

Dumbledore said while handing the stamped application form back to John with a smile.

John thought for a while, and suddenly thought of the Uriel blood he had just fused today.

According to legend, Uriel is one of the nine archangels. He not only has the ability to open the door to hell, but also can command the fire of hell and is responsible for clearing dirty souls in hell.

Coupled with the Eye of Truth which has the effect of "Breaking Delirium + Thousand Miles".

Uriel is definitely one of the nine great angels with a high combat power.

John smiled and looked at Fox, who kept looking at him with his head tilted.

There is already some speculation in my mind.

"Maybe it's because of the divine power. This kind of power can always arouse the favor of others."

Dumbledore nodded without thinking much.

However.

John had just exited the office, but what he was thinking about was the "Hell Fire" that he could mobilize and use after fusion today.

"The phoenix will also be reborn from nirvana, and the fire of hell happens to be a combination of death and fire."

He shook his head and temporarily put the matter behind him.

The phoenixes in this world are still too weak after all, just like those beings who are crowned dragons, they all exist in appearance.

And....Fox is really ugly.

Like a real turkey.

Now the accusation against John initiated by the Malfoy family has not ended yet, but after knowing the attitude of Dumbledore and other professors at Hogwarts.

John didn't take this matter to heart at all.

If even a being like Dumbledore, who has great prestige and strength in the wizarding world, can't save him, then as an exorcist... he can't return to the Holy See and find those corrupt and depraved guys to recruit reinforcements, right?

"John, although Professor Dumbledore has agreed to this, I still have to remind you... don't waste time on money. You have more talents worth exploring and improving!"

Professor McGonagall looked at the application submitted by John in front of him for renting a tower in Hogwarts as the residence of the [Constantine Exorcist Society].

While I was very happy to give my approval, I couldn't help but worry about reminding Yiyi.

Hearing this, John smiled and nodded.

"Professor McGonagall, please rest assured, I just need to do something and happen to need start-up funds."

Professor McGonagall nodded slightly and said nothing more.

Naturally, she was not worried that John would do something bad to Hogwarts or do something evil.

She just hopes that the other party can have a better choice.

A weekend.

As John's reward of "30,000 gold galleons" from St. Mungo's Magic Hospital for Injuries and Injuries arrived.

John immediately borrowed a large number of Hogwarts owls and placed orders at various magical furniture or wizard office supplies stores in Diagon Alley, just like he did online shopping in his previous life.

It's not just that.

When a reply from "Floor Blossom Wizard Printing Company" was delivered to John, the smile on John's face could not be suppressed all day long.

"Mr. Constantine, please at least pay attention to your expression management and look at the eyes of the people around you.

What kind of content can the stammering Professor Quirrell teach in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?

.............

In fact, Quirrell still has good real qualities.

But his deliberate stuttering made John and the other little wizards in his class seem to have the same "subway old man face" jpg.

John glanced around, and sure enough, all the little wizards around him turned back to look at him in surprise from time to time.

Even Quirrell, who was standing in front of the stage with a chameleon in his hand, was looking at him with a strange and confused look on his face. He had been brilliant since class.

John with a bad smile.

If it weren't for the little wizard around him, everyone would obviously be extremely disgusted by his stuttering.

At this moment, he really had to doubt whether he had spoken well.

John restrained himself a little, waited until everyone's eyes moved away from him, and then whispered into the little witch's ear.

"Dear Secretary Granger, I have completed all the preliminary procedures, so are you ready to officially take up the post?"

The little witch was obviously shocked by his words.

Even regardless of the fact that he was still in class at the moment, he first turned his head and glanced at the trembling chameleon still holding it on the podium, telling him about the magical phenomena on his body, and then turned his head with a full face.

He looked at the proud John in surprise.

"Walter? Are you telling the truth?! I mean, are you really going to set up that exorcism society?"

John snorted.

"What? Aren't you willing? Hogwarts will inevitably suffer more demon invasions in the future, and there may even be multiple supernatural events happening at the same time, but I am only one person..."

“I need a team! A very strong and disciplined team.

Hermione clicked her tongue, were you sure it was a team and not an army?

0......0

She looked down at a list that John pushed in front of her, and when she saw the order agreement signed with "Floor and Blott Wizard Printing Company" on it.

If she hadn't reacted quickly, it would have been like that letter from St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies.

She shouted it out directly.

"50,000 gold galleons?!"

As a newcomer who had just entered the wizarding world, Hermione's knowledge of gold galleons and the currency of the wizarding world that she had established in Diagon Alley was now in front of John.

It seems to have become fragile.

"When did Galleons become so profitable?"

John smiled faintly, and General Enha and Neville, who heard the two talking in low voices, also showed a proud smile at this moment.

Although they didn't know who Brigadier John gave those banned books to print and sell.

but.

Books like "Lord of the Rings" that can be sold normally are enough for them to earn a lot.

Although the money will belong to the society in the end.

However, as the future patriarch of the [Constantine Exorcism Society] at the time of its establishment, Harry and others also believed that John would never treat them badly.

Especially Ronald, the little wizard who was so poor in the Weasley family.

He is already fantasizing about his wonderful life in the future.

"This is just the first one. Although Flourish and Blotts Bookstore also recognized our books very much, after all, we are not as well-known as Gilderoy Lockhart, and they are not as famous as Gilderoy Lockhart.

At most, they only dare to conduct trial sales in the British wizarding community.

"When our book gradually becomes known to more people, the boss of Flourish and Blotts Printing Company will definitely not give up Jin Galleon..."

After saying that, he looked like he was entrusted with an important task and slapped the shoulder of the dazed little witch.

"So Miss Granger, congratulations, from now on you have a job with a more glorious future than the Minister of Magic!"

Not to mention the complicated inner battle that Miss Know-It-All had because of this incident.

This Defense Against the Dark Arts class has just ended.

A group of young wizards left the classroom with their things, and John was also going to take Harry and the others to learn how to be an exorcist.

Quirrell's stuttering voice sounded behind John at this moment.

"Kang, Mr. Constantine, please come to my office..."

Seeing the worried look in the little witch's eyes, John smiled and comforted her, and glanced at Quirrell with a meaningful look.

Does this guy seem to be unable to bear it after all?

In Quirrell's office.

John held his nose silently and looked at the other person quietly, even with a somewhat reserved look.

Very considerately, he helped him close the office door behind him.

"Professor Quirrell, please tell me if you have anything to say. There are only three of us here. Professor Dumbledore and the others have been very busy recently."

One word!

Quirrell, who had originally planned to find a roundabout excuse to elicit his purpose, instantly opened his mouth in shock.

John stared blankly at his turban with a pair of eyes, and a strong chill filled his heart instantly.

He got it!

He actually knew that the master was in me?!

Noticing the sudden flash of murderous intent in Quirrell's "cowardly" eyes, John smiled faintly.

"Professor Quirrell, you can try to see if you can kill me by firing Avada Kedavra at me."

Quirrell: "!!Two!".