I, Constantine, Chief Exorcist of Hogwarts

"It's the Papal Templars!"

The fat monk struggled for a while and finally got rid of the burning pain in his fingers. After hearing Hermione's words, he immediately corrected him seriously.

"The Templars and the Papal Templars are not on the same level. The Templars can be awarded by the Holy See for those who have strong military exploits or have contributed to the Holy See, but the Papal Templars..."

The fat monk took a deep breath (John didn't even know why the other party did this).

"The Papal Templars are completely forged through intensive exorcisms and enemy-killing exploits. Each of them has very terrifying strength, and most of the tasks they perform are the most dangerous tasks of directly fighting the demons of hell. "

"Even...one of the conditions that must be experienced to become a Papal Templar is to enter hell, go through a battle, and then safely retreat to the earth."

Although the young wizards around them had almost no idea about the Holy See and knights.

But after hearing that John's family ancestors had such terrifying strength, they couldn't help but cast admiring glances at John.

Even Professor McGonagall, Dumbledore and others who were sitting in the professor's chair at the moment looked surprised.

As for Quirrell, he was so excited that even the hands holding the knife and fork were shaking violently.

The ancestor of Constantine actually existed as a powerful being who could enter hell and come back alive.

Doesn't that mean that there must be some way to restore the owner?

Snape, who was sitting next to him, frowned slightly, with a stern expression on his face, but did not react at all to such surprising old news.

However, the knife and fork he had stopped in a daze already showed that he had developed a strong interest in John at this moment.

It seemed that the fat monk had not been the focus of so many pairs of eyes for a long time.

The last time there was a card like this.

It was when his identity as a wizard was discovered by the priests of the Holy See and he was executed in public.

"Being a Papal Templar is an unimaginable honor."

"However, above the Pope's Templars, there are still a handful of terrifying entities. They are just like the twenty-eight pure-blooded families in the wizarding world, no!"

The fat monk suddenly shook his head.

The smiles of some Slytherin wizards who had just shown a little pride on their faces suddenly froze.

"The so-called twenty-eight pure-blooded families are not even worthy of carrying their shoes in front of these beings."

"And these are the Eight Sacred Descendants!"

The fat monk said, paused again, and bowed slightly to the stunned John while everyone was scratching their heads and waiting impatiently for the next sentence.

"The reason why they are called the Holy Eight Descendants is because among the ancestors of these eight families, there have been at least five Pope Templars within three generations."

"Long-term exorcism and contact with sacred power, as well as the experience of brutal fighting in hell, have caused tremendous changes in their body and blood, and this change has been passed on to their descendants."

"Legend... the members of the Holy Eight Descendants are all angels reincarnated from heaven into the human world. They come to this world to drive away evil spirits and demons from the world."

"And Constantine is one of the Eight Holy Descendants, the Holy Constantine!"

The fat monk spoke at the end, his voice high and excited.

Looking at John was like seeing God.

John: "..."

He noticed the eyes of everyone around him looking up at him, and couldn't help but waved his hands in embarrassment.

"Well, I have never heard of these..."

"But you did summon an angel just now!" Ronald's last strike was filled with admiration, leaving John even more confused as to how to defend himself.

And Harry, who knew more about John, was looking at him almost fanatically at this moment.

Back from Diagon Alley, a month before school starts.

He already knew the entire process of John's exorcism from Mr. Lawrence next door.

We have also learned about John’s hidden identity, that of an exorcist!

Now that I heard that John's family ancestors had such glorious and great achievements, John was instantly transformed into a golden body in his mind.

John: "..."

Seeing this, Professor McGonagall, who also realized that John was a bit different from ordinary people, frowned.

He walked from the professor's chair to John.

"Mr. Constantine, we will not expel you or target you because of your family's Holy See origin, so if you have anything to hide, I hope you can tell me now."

Professor McGonagall's intellectual eyes were full of sincerity.

Looking across the other side, Dumbledore, who was sitting in the headmaster's seat, also smiled in encouragement.

"Mr. Constantine, there is no need to worry. Since you have completed the sorting, from this moment on you will be a student of the Gryffindor branch of our Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"No one can hurt you!"

"I promise!"

Dumbledore said this very solemnly, as if he was making a promise to John.

However, John was smiling bitterly inwardly at this moment.

"Harm me? Why don't you first ask the S-class [Rat Demon] behind me, as well as the C-class and D-class evil spirits in my suitcase, if they agree?"

He looked at McGonagall's encouraging eyes, and it was already clear in his mind that the other person might have figured out something extraordinary on his own.

He was born into the eighth holy descendant of the Holy See, but he lived alone in an old castle that was abandoned and overgrown with weeds.

Although he is still a child, he still needs to run for his own livelihood.

When you see the things in the magic broom shop, you will be like a child and can't help but yearn for it...

Noticing the distress deep in Professor McGonagall's eyes, the corners of John's mouth twitched twice.

He already understood that if he didn't release something today, I'm afraid these people wouldn't let him go.

I saw him sigh.

It was as if a decision had been made suddenly.

Suddenly, under everyone's gaze, he raised a hand.

"The fire of heaven, armor me"

"Mercy, forgive my sins"

"Holy Fire Spell!"

"Wow!"

When the familiar golden flame rose from John's hand again, the dazzling fire reflected the surroundings, causing the little wizards around him to open their mouths in shock.

Harry was the only one, pointing excitedly at the flame in John's hand.

John looked helplessly at Professor McGonagall, who was also shocked, and sighed.

"Well, Professor McGonagall, you have also seen that I am really just like the fat monk said, I am a little different from ordinary people."

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