I, Constantine, Chief Exorcist of Hogwarts

Although this is a very long time ago, it is even too long ago to find out the truth.

but.

When he heard that the good boy he recognized in his heart was actually a descendant of a Holy See family such as the "Wizard Executioner", Professor McGonagall could not help but feel a little weird in his heart.

It's like...

The people in front of them quickly learned the wizard's methods, and they would once again launch a general purge of the wizards.

He shook his head hastily.

Professor McGonagall finally put this absurd and narrow-minded idea behind him.

A smile forced itself onto his face.

"John, don't worry. You are the only one today. Moreover, that was thousands of years ago. No one cares about this."

"certainly......."

Professor McGonagall hesitated and looked around.

"I suggest you don't expose your family's situation easily in the future. After all, if you don't protect everything, there will be some simple-minded people who will take the initiative to cause trouble for you."

John nodded.

Seeing this, Professor McGonagall reluctantly breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, as if something suddenly occurred to him, Professor McGonagall raised a smile on his lips.

"John, if you are interested in your family's history, maybe you can ask the ghost fat monk of Hufflepuff College after school starts. I think he might be able to tell you something."

Hearing this, John was startled.

After traveling to this world, he was born to inherit the huge Constantine Castle, although the castle revealed that his predecessor's background was not simple.

However, he has never taken the initiative to investigate anything.

However, now it seems that the Constantine family really has some strong family history and inheritance?

Misunderstanding resolved.

Professor McGonagall has returned to the enthusiastic and dedicated Head Gryffindor he once was.

Although it's not yet certain what house Harry and John will be sorted into.

When preparing what new students need for admission, I still try my best to give them some reasonable suggestions.

"John, I can see that you are very interested in flying broomsticks, but unfortunately, as a freshman, you are not allowed to use this thing."

"Of course, if you are really interested, you'd better take your flying lessons seriously after enrolling. If your grades are outstanding, you can consider competing to join the academy's Quidditch team..."

Along the way.

After purchasing the books required for admission and two sets of wizard robes for the academy.

While Harry Potter and Hagrid were picking out owls, they noticed John staring at the "Nimbus 2000" Professor McGonagall in the display case and walked over.

Hearing this, John couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Professor, look at the price. It's not something I can afford."

Looking at John who seemed a little lost and embarrassed, Professor McGonagall looked at the flying broomstick that was also being admired by some other little wizards, his eyes flickering.

After thinking about it, it seemed that he had made some kind of decision.

"John, believe me and believe in yourself. I can feel that your future will definitely not be simple. As long as you study hard at Hogwarts, these things are not impossible to obtain."

"Loneliness will be temporary, and you can make many friends like Harry."

"Poverty can also be temporary..."

John: "......"

To be honest, it has been almost two and a half years since I traveled to this world.

However, he never imagined that one day he would be called "poor" by others.

Wait until all the things needed for admission have been purchased.

After bidding farewell to Harry, John was again apparated by Professor McGonagall and sent back to the gate of Constantine Castle.

"John, you can't enter Diagon Alley without a wand, but fortunately Ollivander has agreed to send it to you by owl on the first day of school."

"If I were you, I would take advantage of this month before school starts to learn some knowledge about magic."

Before leaving, Professor McGonagall kindly reminded me.

Hearing this, John nodded immediately.

Just a moment after looking at the other person with a smile and then disappearing, John's face instantly darkened.

"The devil in Diagon Alley must have reached level B!"

Even though he had returned home, his mind was still full of the demonic aura lingering around Diagon Alley.

When Professor McGonagall took him shopping in Diagon Alley.

He was never idle for a moment.

Along the way, he was always paying attention to the outline of the "mission target" in his field of vision.

Although it is not yet certain what type of demon the other party is.

Is it a real demon smuggled from the gate of hell, or a demonized creature that received the breath of hell and corrupted it.

But one thing he confirmed.

That guy must be operating underground!

"Mr. Constantine, you seem very distressed..."

Wesker, the butler who reached out to take the large and small shopping bags from John, asked in a stiff voice.

John sighed and lay on the sofa, but he didn't want to move.

He frowned in thought.

"Right now, it is almost impossible to return to Diagon Alley without exposing me as an exorcist, but once my identity as an exorcist is exposed, it will be impossible for me to even enroll in Hogwarts... ..."

After truly seeing the true power of the wizard.

John could no longer turn a blind eye to Hogwarts like before.

He had to admit.

Although he has the Gold Finger [the strongest exorcist system], the power of the wizard can indeed give him a lot of help.

"Do we really have to wait until we get home from Hogwarts for a semester break before we go?"

A B-level exorcism operation, that is to say, once successful, he will get at least a B-level exorcism treasure chest.

On John's side, he was worried about what to choose next.

Suddenly, a rustling movement came quietly from the edge of the wall on one side of the castle.

With the entire Castle of Constantine being dotted with magic circles set up by John, a few figures who suddenly appeared did not even think about it until they entered the castle.

A pair of cold eyes filled with a touch of joking emotion were already staring at them quietly in the darkness.

"Haha, I'm really sleepy and I'm giving you a pillow..."

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