Hogwarts: Past Life Exposed, I Am The Supreme Wizard

I saw a small remnant standing gracefully on the high platform, with a strange prop beside him.

Wizards have seen many resurrections of the dead.

But they never expected that just twenty years later, that guy would have built a prototype.

It was the 19th century when supplies were scarce! The lives of Muggles were almost as simple as those of wizards.

Apparently, this remnant possesses the power of omniscience.

It's not just a joke, he can actually do this.

The wizards looked worried, but the two Anton on the screen looked calm.

Anton didn't even look at the person left behind. Instead, he took Mobius to the back of the bar and generously ordered a glass of wine.

The remaining people on the stage bared their teeth and claws, while Mobius in the audience looked worried.

"Is that the variant of the one left behind?"

"One of the."

"In this time, his name is Thamus.

Mobius raised his hand.

"Just in time, catching him will allow our machine to run."

With that said, the agent was already eager to give it a try.

The remaining people on the stage have also left, so it is the perfect time to take action.

Anton drank the wine in his glass calmly, and the two of them pushed aside the crowd and walked towards the stage.

Next to them, a woman suddenly jumped out and took the lead in blocking the way of the remaining people.

This woman is exactly the judge they are looking for, and what is in the woman's pocket is Miss Clock.

Seeing the inquisitor, Mobius did not alert him. He approached quietly from a distance.

Nearby, the remaining people were chatting with the inquisitor.

But before he could say anything, a man who looked like a big factory owner pushed through the crowd and walked over.

"Mr. Thames, I am very interested in your invention."

The factory owner sounded like he was talking about business.

"I have a factory, you sell me the patent and we produce."

"Money can be discussed."

"660" has a financial backer who has invested in it, and Mr. Thames has obviously benefited from it.

When he was about to say something, another person walked out from a corner nearby.

The same potbelly, the same classic monocle.

Obviously, this is also a big factory owner.

The factory owner said domineeringly:

"Mr. Thames, I am also very interested in your invention."

"And I'm probably more interested than everyone here."

Hearing this, the other factory owner snorted and shouted out his quotation.

"I'll give you five hundred dollars!"

Hearing this quotation, the people watching around became red-eyed.

Five hundred dollars! In this era when three thousand dollars can buy a large farm with livestock, five hundred dollars can buy a villa!

At this time, another factory owner said:

"one thousand."

The crowd screamed again.

Only the presiding judge, who was pushed aside, was sweating on his face. He wanted to interrupt, but couldn't get into the bed.

The wizards watched with gusto. These two wealthy locals who looked like idiots undoubtedly helped Anton a lot.

As long as they keep auctioning here, this variant won't be possible at all.

Thinking of this, the wizards felt happy.

[Ronald: Wait, how many galleons are they talking about in dollars?]

[Hermione: Who knows, we all exchange pounds for galones. 】

[Newt: I know this. My wife is a wizard from the Bad Kingdom. One dollar is about twenty or thirty galleons. It mainly depends on whether there is a good exchanger. 】

[Ronald: Twenty or thirty Galleons? Then this variant is still a rich man? 】

[Newt: That was the world of the 19th century, and two thousand dollars was enough to build a castle. 】

[Ronald: I suddenly envy this bastard. 】

[Sirius: Okay, Weasley boy, as long as you study hard, there will be no shortage of Galleons in the future. 】

[ McGonagall: Studying for Galleons? I remain opposed to this view. 】

[Sirius: Professor McGonagall, you know that's the truth. 】

On the screen, several large factory owners were surrounding Thames, shouting fiercely for quotations.

As the price got higher and higher, it finally reached a total of eight thousand US dollars!

Tams finally waved his hand proudly and pulled over two factory workers who were shouting about $8,000.

"This gentleman! My hard work is yours!"

The factory owner's face was flushed, and he squeezed through the crowd as if he had won a great victory, but the Inquisitor was just about to get closer to Thames.

Anton and Mobius had already arrived one step ahead.

As soon as he saw Tams, Anton gave him a hard kick on the foot.

"Ouch!"

Tams let out a cry and wanted to curse.

But seeing Anton's outfit, he could only hold back his curse words.

"Sir, please watch the road."

Anton stopped him in front of him, and at the same time, the judge rushed over.

Enemies meet on a narrow road, and the atmosphere becomes a little anxious.

However, as soon as the judge opened his mouth, several more angry people came up to him.

It's just that they are not the Inquisitor's men, but come to find Tams.

A congressman wearing funny mechanical pants said to Thames:

"You liar! You said this thing would make me taller! It didn't work at all!"

A man who looked like a farmer was holding up what looked like a stereo.

"You liar, you said you could make my hens lay a thousand eggs, but my hens don't have any."

Mobius and Anton looked at each other, both of them had the same expression.

It seems that this variant is not only an inventor, but also a big liar.

The wizards were also made to laugh by this sudden change.

[Ronald: This man is a liar. Does that mean that the things he invented are also deceptive? 】

[Newt: This is not so surprising. Most of the unlucky inventors of that era were liars. 】

[Newt: There are even people who have made a lot of money by cheating. 】

Tams ran away quickly, and a group of people chased after him.

At this time, in Mobius' earphones, the soldier captain said nervously:

"Mobius, the danger signal is approaching."

Thames rushed to a deserted corridor, while Mobius and Anton walked in at the same time.

"We're desperate, aren't we?"

Thames said nervously:

"I, I can give you anything, patents, design drawings."

"But please keep me safe."

Just as Mobius was about to explain his purpose, a short knife popped out from behind him.

The owner of the dagger, Anton, is very familiar with him, and it is Sylvie.

At this time, Sylvie was so angry that she looked like she wanted to eat people.

"Get out of the way, Mr. Mobius, I'm going to kill this mutant."

Thames immediately screamed in fright.

Anton immediately explained to Sylvie the reason for his visit.

Sylvie blinked.

"No, think about what this guy did.

"We cannot let people like this live."

Anton pointed out the window.

"Sylvie, maybe if I don't need you now, this person won't survive at all."

Sylvie looked out the window and saw a large number of victims who had been tortured by the invention of Thamus's scammer, holding high the invention of Thamus.

Some red necks have even taken out their shotguns. Obviously, this is no longer a one-on-one duel, but a hunt.

There was a large swarm of rednecks outside the window, which even blocked the door.

Sylvie was stunned.

"He, he has so many enemies?"

Anton shrugged.

"almost."

Sylvie asked Temus curiously.

"What on earth did you do?"

Thames said innocently:

"I just sold some prototypes to raise money for my real invention."

Sylvie immediately understood what this meant and laughed.

"Liar, my God, the person left behind was actually a liar before."

Outside the door, the red neck was beating on the door constantly.

"Hand over that lying nigger! We're going to hang him on the spot!"

"No, I want to practice shooting on that nigger first!"

"No, no, no! Don't get involved, I have nine ways to kill this nigger! Nine ways!"

Sylvie smiled.

She put away the short knife in her hand.

"Okay, I'm starting to look forward to handing you over."

Mobius said nervously:

"Guys, wait a minute, these people seem to think we are Thames' accomplices."

Sure enough, as soon as Mobius finished speaking, the group of people began to knock on the door rhythmically.

Although these mobs are not considered a threat, they all have guns.

But Thamus is just a mortal body.

Seeing that these people were about to approach, Thames tried to run away, but before he could take a step, he was pulled back by Anton.

Mobius said nervously:

"Anton, what should we do?"

"I don't want to hurt these innocent people."

Sylvie laughed.

"Leave this guy to them and everything will be solved easily.

Anton said:

"F"

"I have a better idea."

He snapped his fingers at the silent judge, and then the judge came back to his senses.

But when she saw it was Anton, she said warily:

"what are you up to?"

"If you still want this variant of the leftover to survive, call Miss Clock out.

The judge reluctantly opened his backpack, and Miss Clock jumped out of the backpack, looking helpless.

When people outside saw the ghost-like Miss Clock, they immediately stopped moving.

They whispered.

"Ghost clock! Ghost!"

"The real ghost clock!"

For a while, the people with guns did not dare to come forward. These red-necked people were quite superstitious, and the strange appearance of Miss Clock made them even more frightened.

Seeing the mob retreat, Thames immediately thanked Anton.

"Thank you! Such a decent gentleman!"

“Save me from the mob.

Even the Inquisitor whispered:

"Good idea."

“But I won’t just surrender.

See the red necks were so frightened by a ghost that they almost retreated.

Several young wizards were used to seeing ghosts and were very puzzled by the behavior of these Muggles.

[Ronald: What are they afraid of? It's just ghosts. Muggles are so timid. 】

[Hermione: You don’t understand, Ronald, Muggles are inherently afraid of creatures that violate the rules of physics, such as ghosts...][

[Hermione: In their eyes, all ghosts are bad guys like Peeves. 】

[Ronald: Oh, Anton’s method is really wonderful. 】

[ Harry: Wait, they don't seem to be afraid anymore. 】

Among the mob, an older man wearing priest's clothes stood out.

On his legs, he was also wearing the deceptive mechanical pants invented by Thames.

"Hey! You ignorant people

Lamb.

"What you do is what God wants you to do."

"What ghost are you afraid of? Let's go together!"

With the blessing of faith brought by the priest, the mob that was scared off by Miss Clock swarmed forward again.

This time, the form was even more intense than before.

The mob shook the corridor violently and almost overturned it.

Tams's dark face almost turned blue with fright, and he knelt down in front of Anton with a plop.

"Smart sir, decent sir, come on!"

"Help me!"

Seeing the embarrassment of this mutant, Sylvie burst into laughter.

Compared to the mighty, domineering and superior person left behind, this liar inventor.

Just a clown.

Seeing the situation of mob attacks getting more and more intense.

The judge couldn't help but look at Anton with pleading eyes.

Anton, on the other hand, was free and easy and said to Miss Zhong:

"Does your projection function still work?"

Miss Chong nodded and said puzzledly:

"But, what do you want me to do?"

"Don't ask, just do it, project it twenty times, and then read this passage I wrote to you."

Anton threw over a note.

Miss Clock immediately complied, and the next second, her white round body expanded in a second.

The huge illusion is as tall as a Ferris wheel!

The illusion made the mob extremely frightened, and the noisy crowd suddenly fell silent in a second.

"This! What is this?!"

"Ghost clock, ghost clock, it's getting bigger!"

Even the priest who looked like a tough guy just now couldn't help but retreat, for fear that the bell would swallow him up in one bite.

Miss Chong grabbed the note written by Anton and read it carefully:

"You idiots! How dare you provoke the great ghosts and gods!"

"I'm going to send you all to hell!"

At the exit of the word "hell", all the rednecks dispersed in a crowd! Only a few people gathered around the priest, waiting for the priest's instructions.

But the priest's legs were already trembling, he was drawing circles on his body tremblingly, and he said calmly:

"Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid! It's an illusion! Everything is a terrible illusion!"

"We already have God's blessing on us, we are not afraid!"

The mob plucked up their courage, and some even grabbed the shotguns in their hands, intending to aim at Miss Clock.

Seeing how crazy these mobs were, both Miss Clock and the Inquisitor were shocked.

"These people are completely lunatics who are not afraid of death!"

"Think of an idea! Please."

Anton smiled slightly and handed over a note again.

Miss Clock grabbed the note and read it hurriedly.

"The Story of Father Holmes and Three Little Boys."

"In the early morning, Father Holmes knocked on the door of the little boy Sawyer.

Upon hearing this, the priest's face suddenly turned from white to red 3.0, and then from red to white, and his legs became as limp as noodles.

The red necks still wanted to shoot, but they saw Father Holmes sprinting towards the door like a running champion.

They said behind:

"Father? Father? Where are you going?"

Holmes roared:

"Run! This is real! The devil from hell!"

"Don't believe every word she says!"

Miss Clock was shocked when she saw the mob that had just wanted to break the ghost clock disperse like birds and beasts.

She asked hurriedly:

"What's this story? Why is that priest running as fast as if his house is on fire?"

Anton didn't speak, just smiled gracefully.

In the chat group, wizards also asked the same question.

[Ronald: What does that priest and the little boy mean? I want to know too. 】

[Hermione: Not sure, I haven't heard this story. 】

[Ronald: Professor Flitwick, you are very knowledgeable, can you. 】

[Flitwick: Ronald, it is a good thing to be curious about knowledge, but there are some things that are better not known. 】

【Ronald:???Why?】

[Flitwick: Get to the bottom of it, and Gryffindor will deduct ten points!]

【Ronald:????】

On the screen, Mobius and Sylvie laughed so hard that they almost shed tears as they watched the mob disperse.

Especially Sylvie, she laughed so much that her body became weak and she could only lean on Anton's shoulder.

"Genius! Fraudulent genius!"

"That Holmes also claims to be a fraudulent inventor. Compared with you, he is just childish!"

"I guess that priest will never let anyone mention the ghost clock in his life."

"Okay, now that the mob has been dealt with, it's time for us to get down to business."

Saying that, Sylvie raised her head.

But the next second, the smile on her face solidified.

She looked around blankly, as if she couldn't believe the changes in front of her.

"What, what's going on?!".