I, Constantine, Chief Exorcist of Hogwarts

Quirrell: "!!!"

Black energy billowed around John's body.

The moment the tall and thin figure of [S-Class Rat Demon] Peter appeared behind John.

Quirrell, who was really thinking about this, suddenly thought of Snape's appearance when he cast the Death Curse on "Goyle".

Facing the demon in front of him, Peter, almost instinctively, kept retreating.

"Crack! Click!"

Looking at Quirrell who knocked over the table and caused the bottles and books on it to fall to the floor, John couldn't help but shook his head speechlessly.

Our Lord Dark Lord has always been so eclectic in his image and origin.

This is the case for Quirrell now, and if the plot goes according to the future, it will be even more like this for the Death Eaters, trolls, and werewolves.

"You, how did you know?"

Quirrell looked at John in horror as he looked down on him from above.

Witnessed with my own eyes that the other party saved such a powerful and terrifying "Gao Er" and sent them to heaven.

Plus there's the demon Pete behind him that Quirrell can't even think of a way to deal with.

At this moment, John, in the eyes of the other party, was even more intimidating than Dumbledore himself.

at this time.

A low and somewhat angry voice suddenly came from Quirrell's head.

"Idiot! Stand up, I will talk to him next!"

Hearing the voice of the real owner, the Dark Lord, Tom Riddle, a smile appeared on John's face.

Under his calm gaze, Quirrell, who was trembling as if his backbone had been ripped out because of the voice just now, stood up.

Carefully and nervously, he took off the shroud-like turban on his head.

Turn around.

"DR..."

Voldemort had just taken a breath of fresh air and had not yet had time to speak.

He was met with a curse full of disgust and contempt from John.

The lump was like unsolidified cement, squirming on the back of Quirrell's head, making the appearance of facial muscles, and successfully made John give up his dinner plan tonight.

"God, I have to say, Mr. Dark Lord, you are more capable of picking up and letting go than I thought..."

John had a look of disgust on his face, and the praise he spoke naturally did not contain any trace of praise.

Voldemort:

Voldemort, who had just shown his face, was very angry at John's disgusted expression.

"John Constantine, how did you find me?"

John curled his lips and sneered.

"The first question was just as I imagined, without quality and knowingly asking."

"Perhaps in your eyes, your disguise and concealment are enough to deceive someone like Professor Dumbledore, but... I am not a wizard in the true sense.

"Obviously, my identity as an exorcist plays a larger role. When did you say I discovered you, Mr. Dark Lord in the state of remnant soul?"

John spoke with one honorific after another, but the words he spoke were like a resounding slap in the face.

He slapped Voldemort across the face.

The strange face, which was originally as gray as cement, instantly became a bit gloomier as John finished speaking.

"Then it seems that the disappearance of those three idiots was all your fault!"

John smiled slightly.

"I have to say, using Death Eaters as fertilizer, the garden of my castle will probably look better next year."

Voldemort: “………………

Shivering Quirrell: "………………"

"So, Professor Quirrell, or Mr. Dark Lord, are you looking for something? If you want to recruit me to be a Death Eater, please think about whether you are worthy of the key and how much. Bundle?"

Snapped!

Another slap fell hard on Voldemort's face.

Taking a few deep breaths, Voldemort resisted the urge to recognize the damn demon in front of him.

"I hope you can help me resurrect, I know you have this ability."

John didn't deny it and crossed his arms.

"Then what? What good can I do?"

"When I take control of the entire British wizarding world, I can make you the Minister of Magic. I..."

Watching John turn his head to touch the door handle, it was obvious that he didn't even want to hear what was said next.

Voldemort yelled hastily.

"Wait! What do you want?"

John sneered disdainfully.

"Mr. Dark Lord, if Professor Quirrell pressed against your unique face while sleeping, causing your brain to lose oxygen and your IQ to lose, I suggest you ask him to change his position."

"When you take control of the entire British wizarding world?"

"ha!"

John's chuckle, full of ridicule and contempt, made Voldemort understand what it is like to be ridiculed by a modal particle, which is often more than a whole long speech.

"Let's not talk about the Mr. Grindelwald who was called the Dark Lord just like you. At least he set his sights directly on the whole world."

"Where did you get the confidence to let me support you, the mud wrapped in footbands, to steal and master the British wizarding world maintained by Professor Dumbledore, who has helped and tolerated me a lot?"

"Based on your current face, Satan will shake his head when he looks at it, let's just call it a face?"

"Ha! God...the world of Death Eaters is really crazy and pitiful."

Voldemort: "!!!"

Are you a Slytherin viper?!

Why can the words you say hurt someone to this extent?!

Even if I, Tom Riddle, cannot be called a complete human being as I am now, even magical animals have the right to be respected!

"John Constantine!"

John smiled contemptuously: "Call Me Daddy! (Call me daddy)"

He looked at Voldemort who almost seemed about to explode with anger, and pointed outside.

"Mr. Dark Lord, have you ever thought that as long as you scream and call Professor Dumbledore and others over now, your life will come to an end that you have to draw today."

"After all... I don't think Professor Quirrell has the ability to escape from me before."

Looking at John, he looked determined.

After Voldemort took a few deep breaths.

I finally managed to calm myself down.

"I have to say, John Constantine, you are much more troublesome than I thought, and the things you know are indeed beyond my expectations.

He stared at John in front of him.

"Tell me your conditions and how to do it, so that you will be willing to help me resurrect?"

John's face suddenly showed a philistine smile that all the little wizards outside, not even Professor Dumbledore and McGonagall, had ever seen.

"Before that, Mr. Dark Lord, you must first show me whether you are qualified to be helped by me."

"You should have a lot of hidden Death Eaters now, right?"

In Quirrell's office.

When John left, Quirrell re-wrapped the smelly "foot wrap" around his head.

With a face full of shock, he was looking at the dozens of black-covered books on the table and the contents described inside.

Full of surprise.

"Master... are exorcists so stressed? Why does John Constantine, a child, know so much...

At the same time, Voldemort was still recalling the dirty words he just saw in his mind.

It was also something that John took out, and he was so shocked that he was speechless.

This kind of bastard who really should be tied to a cross and burned at the stake is actually an outstanding exorcist favored by God?!

"John Constantine...you bastard deserves to go to hell!"

"Master, do we really want to sell these things?"

Quirrell asked, somewhat at a loss.

"Hmph! Do you have any other ideas? 100,000 gold galleons!?"

"Ha! This guy really dares to speak!"

Although his heart was full of anger and aggrieved, Mr. Dark Lord, who was begging for help and had no choice but to take advantage of John, could only pinch his non-existent nose at this moment.

I comforted myself in my heart, "Hehe, I misunderstood Wei Junjie."

"Why do you look like you're getting some huge benefit from Professor Quirrell?"

Hogwarts Dining Room.

Hermione looked suspiciously at John, who was obviously in a very good mood, and couldn't understand why someone would stay in the same office for so long with a guy like Quirrell who exuded poisonous gas all the time.

Still in such a good mood.

With anticipation for the future in his eyes, John put a hand on the other shoulder of the little witch. His mischievous hand had recently found a new target to play with.

Through Miss Granger's long chestnut hair, touching the other person's blushing earlobes.

"Miss Granger, you are a kind and beautiful little witch and an upright Gryffindor. How can you have such a big prejudice against poor Professor Quirrell?"

"At least in my opinion, Professor Quirrell is a very good wizard. He just needs an equally good exorcist like me as a friend."

John said with a smile.

However, a familiar voice came from behind.

"An honest Gryffindor? So, Slytherin should be evil in Mr. Constantine's eyes?"

"What are you doing here?!"

The little witch watched with vigilance. At this moment, Miss Slytherin Viper, carrying a dinner plate, came to the Gryffindor side.

not far away.

The Ravenclaw witches who saw this scene were like the prairie dogs that poked their heads out of the holes to watch the fun.

Each of them had something stuffed in their mouths, and looked at Jian with eyes full of gossip.

"Merlin~ This scene is so great! Pansy Parkinson steals love with a knife, but Hermione Granger is captured without a fight?"

"Hahaha! They look like they could fight at any time."

"Hiss... Pansy Parkinson, a Slytherin wizard, is actually willing to be so bold for Constantine. Look, look! She actually wants to sit at Gryffindor's table!"

Ravenclaw's gossip fire burned brightly, and Hufflepuff's little badger also enjoyed this mealtime special.

And on the other side is the little Slytherin wizard.

Draco Malfoy had almost scratched deep marks on the plate with the knife and fork in his hand.

"Get up redhead, I want to sit here!"

Ronald looked at this arrogant "evil little witch" angrily, with an unconvinced look on his face.

"Why?!"

"A Silvernut!"

Ronald was even more angry: "Parkinson! Are you going to duel with my wizard?!"

There was no ripple in the little viper's black eyes, and her thin red lips opened slightly.

"One Galleons!"

Ronald:

I haven't finished eating yet, I..."

"Ten galleons!"

Ronald: "Ah! It's broken! John, I suddenly remembered that I haven't finished my Potions homework yet!"

John:

Seeing how upright I was just now, I, Weasley, was born as a Gryffindor wizard, and died as Gryffindor's Bloody Balor's Ronald.

The next moment, under Miss Viper's money offensive, she chose to end her dinner righteously on the spot.

John was speechless.

Miss Know-It-All was even more dissatisfied and disdainful: "Ronald Weasley, you traitor! Don't ever look at my homework again!"

However, the price of ten gold galleons is simply too high.

Ronald, who had long wanted to have a wand of his own, left the Gryffindor table without any hesitation or nostalgia.

The Weasley brothers who saw this scene started to boo.

"Ms. Parkinson, next time something like this happens, please come to me. Not only will I only charge you nine galleons, but I will also give you a free cooling fan service!"

George pushed Fred's head aside.

"Miss Parkinson, I only need 8 Galleons!"

"Asshole, George, you're disrupting the market!"

"Fred, this is called love and consent!"

Miss Viper sat quietly next to John, not even looking at the 047 Weasley twins who were making a fuss over a few galleons. She had a pair of black eyes.

Close the long eyelashes and narrow them into a pair of crescents.

While dining elegantly, John responded with a quiet and sentimental smile.

[Mrs. Parkinson’s First Way to Kill a Man]——Be proactive but never overly proactive. Chirping will only cause unnecessary boredom. Release yourself at a non-offensive distance.

Advantages and charm are the keys to truly taking the initiative.

"Hermione Granger, don't look at me like that. I'm not the steak on your plate, and I'm not here to have some boring fight with you.'

Pansy Parkinson's eyes only lingered on Hermione's body for half a second.

It's back to John.

"Mr. Constantine, I heard that you are currently cooperating with Flourish and Blott Wizard Printing Company. Although I don't know how confident you are, at least in the British wizarding world, Flourish and Blott

The strength is still very good. "

"Of course, I mean you are willing to give up some more benefits."

[Mrs. Parkinson's Second Style to Kill a Man] - Never let the other party see your saliva! Changing a target that seems reasonable will not only make the other party relax their vigilance, but also make the other party relax their vigilance.

Helping the other party alleviate the embarrassment of being in the presence of "outsiders" can also give yourself a chance to show your strength.

There was sincerity in Miss Viper's eyes: "But if Mr. Constantine plans to make this business bigger, then I suggest you find ten more companies in the UK and beyond.

companies with stronger external strength. "

John nodded.

For some reason, the viper lady in front of him, who was showing off her shrewdness and covetousness in every aspect, did not arouse his disgust at all at this moment.

Of course...the aura exuding from Miss Hermione Granger at this moment is enough to create another S-class demon!

"Thank you, Miss Parkinson, but as far as the current situation is concerned, I don't need too much money. Of course, I will also consider your suggestions."

Pansy smiled and nodded, saying nothing more.

Under the strange gazes of the surrounding pairs of eyes, he calmly enjoyed his dinner.

Then he wiped his lips gracefully.

Get up slowly.

"Miss Granger, although I am not a person who is easy to get along with, I am not a person who will do harm to my savior, so... I will say one last thing.

Now, please don't look at me with that vigilant look. "

Both eyes turned to Miss Know-It-All, who was obviously caught off guard by Pansy's plan.

The surprise and vigilance on his face were instantly noticed by the people around him.

However, Pansy did not give the opponent any chance to retreat and "bullied him" again.

"I have written a letter to my mother. Regarding the accusations against the Malfoy family, I am willing to personally testify for Mr. Constantine in the Wizengamot."

"Miss Granger, if you really like Constantine, please don't regard me as your enemy."

Pansy Parkinson: "The green tea reversal spell that confuses right and wrong!"

Hermione Granger,HP-100%

Today’s winner, viper Miss Parkinson, wins……………….