Hogwarts: Past Life Exposed, I Am The Supreme Wizard

In an apartment on the corner of the street, Constantine walked into the door with a loud voice.

This is Dawson's home. As soon as he entered the room, Constantine was attracted by the decorative style here. Unlike most girls' rooms, Dawson's room was quite simply decorated, with almost no fancy decorations.

There are no pink and purple colors that other girls like, and there are no dolls or ornaments. Instead, there was a piece of pure white wallpaper.

The white walls are hung with police badges and certificates of awards received by the police department, which seem to tell the story of Dawson's glorious career.

From these details, it is not difficult to see that Dawson is a person who is extremely focused on work. She rarely has time to socialize, let alone talk to any men.

In the corner of the room, there are some documents and books on a simple desk.

Constantine flipped through it casually and found that most of these books were about criminal psychology and detective skills.

Dawson came over with coffee. There was a bit of helplessness on her pretty face. After many years of working as a police officer, this was the first time she let a strange man walk into her home.

A black cat jumped on the table, and Dawson chased the cat off.

"Want some candy?"

"No, is there any wine?"

Dawson shook his head:

"No, I don't drink."

"Has anyone come to my house? You are the first man to come to my room."

Constantine nodded.

"I'm not surprised."

Dawson seemed a little irritated.

"Where I work, I rarely have the opportunity to chat with men."

Constantine changed the subject easily.

"So let's talk about your sister. Have you prepared her things?"

Dawson pointed to a large pot on the table.

"This is all her belongings."

"I never thought I would do something like this one day."

"Bringing a man home, you have to help him cast spells.

She sat in front of Constantine, her expression a little curious and naughty.

"So when do we start casting?"

"And when you cast a spell, don't you need to light candles and draw a five-pointed star?"

Constantine said:

"Then do you have it?"

Dawson shook his head.

"It won't be needed anyway, you can go out now.

Dawson left obediently, and Constantine put his feet into the cauldron.

Then he grabbed Dawson's cat, and 15 looked into the cat's eyes.

There are also many wizards who keep cats as pets. Seeing Constantine's behavior, you can probably guess what he is going to do.

[Ronald: Wait, no, you have to use the cat as a container to perform magic?]

[Flitwick: This is just a way of saying that soul magic is a field that most magicians cannot enter in their lifetime. 】

[Flitwick: The few outstanding ones can only create ghosts at best. 】

[Flitwick: Only Anton can do this to summon ghosts from hell to reality. 】

[ Flitwick: So everything he does next is unknown. 】

[Grindelwald: Soul magic, the taboo of death, including my favorite resurrection stone. 】

[Grindelwald: What a pity. Although the ancient magic used by Anton has similar rituals to ours, I have never heard of the spells or content. 】

[Grindelwald: Otherwise, I really want to try to recruit a few souls. 】

On the screen, Constantine's figure looked extremely mysterious. He closed his eyes tightly and held the cat tightly with both hands.

The cauldron at his feet began to slowly emerge with water.

The bubbles in the water were churning one after another, emitting an indescribable heat.

As the scene progresses, the lights in the room begin to gradually dim, as if being swallowed by some mysterious force.

The cat's pupils gradually shrank in this dim environment and turned into a thin line.

Constantine's facial expression also became more solemn, as if he was engaged in a silent contest with some invisible existence.

In this forbidden magic circle, every movement of Constantine is particularly eye-catching.

He held onto the cat tightly, as if relying on its power, and the bubbling cauldron seemed to open a portal to another world.

As time goes by, the lights in the house become darker and darker, and Constantine's figure becomes more mysterious in the dim environment.

And the bubbling cauldron seemed to be constantly swallowing up the surrounding light, making it impossible for people to see the true situation inside it.

Every step Constantine takes is particularly eye-catching. This is a direct way to hell, and the process contains many dangers.

A shrill tearing sound pierced the night sky.

Constantine's eyes suddenly flashed, and the surrounding environment changed drastically in an instant.

He found that he was no longer in that dark and narrow room, but in a heart-stopping place.

The surrounding high-rise buildings seemed to be burning, the flames danced wildly, and the hot air made him suffocate.

This building seemed to be a living monster, with blazing flames constantly spurting out from its interior, dyeing the surrounding air red.

Constantine could feel the heat rushing towards his face, as if it was about to engulf him. His heartbeat accelerated, and beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, but he still stared firmly at everything in front of him.

Everything around is constantly decomposing and reorganizing, as if it is a dance of destruction and rebirth.

On top of the ruins, new buildings are growing quietly, as if to show Constantine the impermanence and change of the world.

Wherever he looked, there was ruin and chaos, but within this chaos, there was an indescribable beauty.

This is the legendary Limbo, above hell.

In this desolate and gloomy edge of hell, Constantine continued to move forward without fear. His steps were firm and powerful, passing through the ruins [those broken walls seemed to tell the story of the past glory and the current desolation.

The air was filled with thick smoke, which was suffocating.

Under his feet were countless evil spirits from hell who were being tortured. Their bodies were twisted, as if they were enduring endless pain, and sharp screams and wails came one after another, as if they were about to overthrow the entire Limbo Hell.

These evil ghosts are the souls of human beings who fell into hell due to carelessness. They endure endless torture in this dark place.

The wizards were completely shocked. They had never seen such an ugly and terrifying place.

I'm afraid that in Askaban, even in a place where dementors grow, there wouldn't be so much pain and fear.

[Ronald: Mom! Mom! I don’t want to go to hell even if I die. 】

[ Harry: Horrible, but exactly like the hell I imagined. 】

[Ronald: Don’t say you asked me to go, just let me stand here for a second, I’m afraid I’ll cry. This is no place for people to stay!]

[McGonagall: No wonder the proverb says that a true warrior has the courage to look directly into hell. I finally understand it now. 】

[Dumbledore: Only a strong soul will not be lost in a place like this. 】

[Ronald: If you let me stay here for a second, I will go crazy. It’s hard to imagine how Anton can hold on. 】

[Flitwick: Ronald, Anton is braver than anyone I have ever met, and in this life he "is the bravest."

Walking on the road to hell, Constantine's expression did not change at all.

And at his feet, an evil ghost with only half its face was staring at him greedily.

Its eyes were full of malice and greed, as if it was considering Constantine as its next target.

However, these demons did not dare to step forward. They could only rely on their mouths to make blood-curdling howls, trying to threaten Constantine in this way.

Constantine ignored the howl of the devil and stepped forward. In front of him, a girl in white stood not far away.

That was exactly what he was looking for, Angela Dawson's sister, Elizabeth Dawlin.

The girl turned her head and called Constantine's name.

The moment he called out Constantine's name, more and more ghosts were gathering behind Constantine.

Obviously, even in this Limbo prison, Constantine is a popular man.

Countless thin evil spirits roared. Although these ugly monsters only had bones left, their appearance was even more frightening.

Half of the face was cut off from the brain, and the teeth were as sharp as daggers.

The fleshless body accelerated their speed even more. Even if Constantine's speed was already fast enough, these monsters followed him closely.

Like a group of shadows.

Constantine ran quickly towards Elizabeth.

And those beasts followed him closely, more and more, more and more.

Elizabeth said:

"Mr. Constantine, please go back, you don't belong here."

As she spoke, she threw out the hair in her hand.

Behind Constantine, those monsters were almost catching up with Constantine.

Constantine grabbed the feather and flew up with the weight of the feather, escaping from hell just as the monster was about to capture him.

Seeing Constantine escape from hell, the disciples breathed a collective sigh of relief.

You must know that if Constantine is caught up by those monsters, the consequences will be disastrous.

After seeing the scene of hell, the wizards were even more worried about Constantine's future.

After all, within seven or eight months, lung cancer will take him away, and he is destined to go to hell.

Unexpectedly, all the wizards couldn't accept such an ending for an excellent wizard.

[ Harry: Constantine has really endured too much. 】

[ Harry: Those people have never seen what he dealt with. 】

[Ronald: The hell just now was too scary. If there really was a war between heaven and hell, the world would be over long ago. 】

[Flitwick: Children, we have to have some faith in Anton. He is the most powerful wizard among us, and he has saved three worlds from suffering. 】

Even though he said that, the terrifying boundless purgatory was still deeply imprinted on the hearts of these hard masters.

If nothing else, even if it were Thanos, he could destroy half of the population with a snap of his fingers, and the world would still function as usual.

But here, in that terrifying hell, even if you are alive, it is completely meaningless.

Outside the room, Dawson suddenly heard Constantine calling his sister's famous minister.

She couldn't help herself and hurriedly opened the door and came in.

The next second, what she saw shocked her.

I saw Constantine's brows smoldering in front of him, and his eyes were extremely sad.

Dawson immediately picked up a wet towel and placed it on Constantine's head.

There was great surprise in his tone.

"What happened to Constantine? How could this happen?"

Constantine said in confusion.

"You and your sister are twins, you look very much alike."

Dawson nodded repeatedly, and it was indeed true. Many people said that she was modeled after her sister.

Constantine said again.

"She committed suicide and was punished for it.

Dawson's tone was a little angry, she asked.

"What?!"

Constantine doesn't panic

Not busy, took out a piece of paper.

On the note was her sister's verdict.

“Elizabeth Dawson was punished to hell for committing suicide.”

Dawson read the words on the note in surprise and couldn't let it go for a long time.

"How can it be?"

With tears in her eyes, she asked a series of questions.

"How is this possible? How is this possible?"

Constantine just said calmly.

"I need to eat.

****

Meanwhile, the priest stood outside the morgue, holding a can of vodka in his hand.

He poured all the vodka into his mouth.

The priest is a good friend of Constantine, and he also has some psychic abilities in his daily life. He often uses his psychic abilities to help believers solve problems.

A few days ago, Miss Dawson found him and begged him to find out the cause of his sister's death.

At this time, the priest stood outside the door, using vodka to strengthen his courage.

Although he had channeled spirits many, many times before, this time never made him tremble.

I don't know why, but the name Elizabeth Dawson seems to be taboo.

As long as the priest hears it, he will tremble all over.

After drinking the last drop of vodka, the priest walked in.

The temperature in the room was usually close to zero, which made him shiver unconsciously.

There were many corpses on display in the morgue. The security guard taking care of the corpses was not there at this time. The priest followed the hangtags one by one and finally came to Elizabeth Dawson.

Dawson's face was pale, but her body was lifelike, as if there were still signs of her life.

The priest shivered and put his hand on Dawson's arm, which was as cold as ice.

But the priest put it up anyway.

He immediately released his spiritual power and attempted to communicate with Dawson's soul.

But the next second, he felt something was wrong.

Dawson's psychic arm seems to be getting hotter, and it seems that Dawson's soul is gradually being born.

On Dawson's other arm, a black ring gradually opened.

That's a sign from hell.

The priest called Dawson's name tremblingly.

"Elizabeth! Elizabeth! Can you hear me?"

No one in the void responded.

The next second, a shrill roar came from the void, the roar was so loud that the priest's soul seemed to tremble.

That is the voice of the devil.

The priest was so frightened that he rushed out of the door and almost knocked over the security guard who was coming.

The morgue became a hell, and the priest did not even dare to look back.

He muttered in his mouth.

"The matter is serious, the matter is really serious!"

"Constantine must be informed. Constantine must be informed. Constantine must be informed."

Quickly cross the road and run to the supermarket across the corner.

Then quickly find the liquor cabinet filled with vodka.

The priest opened the wine cabinet, grabbed all the vodka in the wine cabinet, and drank it all.

Even so much alcohol did not dispel the chill in his heart.

It seems to be getting colder in the supermarket.

The priest looked back and saw a man in a suit and leather shoes walking towards him, holding a hand with scarlet eyes and a vague smile on his face.

Seeing this man, a name immediately jumped out of the priest's mind.

Balzesa.

The name represents the devil from hell.

The devil calmly grabbed a glass of vodka and drank it, as if he didn't notice the priest at all.

The priest immediately grabbed a pair of scissors and placed them in front of himself.

"You, don't come over!"

Balzeza didn't speak, but his eyes turned red.

The priest immediately grabbed the scissors and stabbed himself hard in the heart.

But he kept shouting.

"Constantine! Constantine must be informed!"

"This is a big deal!"

"Things are really going to get worse!"

Dawson sat next to Constantine at a roadside restaurant.

After so much trouble, the two have gradually become familiar with each other.

Dawson even made a joke about Constantine.

"So, when did you become like this, Mr. Constantine?"

"Twenty years old? Thirty years old? Or when?"

Constantine said calmly:

"Since I was born.