The Dark Wizard of Hogwarts

Werewolves and vampires are two inseparable races.

It's not an exaggeration to say that they fell in love with each other. Precisely because the two races are inseparable.

Martin Stamp is the evidence Rey says.

After arriving at the villa, Rey turns Martin Stamp into a fallen werewolf.

The scene stunned Willie Bruce and Philip Orgst.

Especially Philip Ogster, who stood up dumbfounded and stared at the tall werewolf in front of him, the picture in his mind was the wound on his neck after his wife died.

The wound is like a deliberate cover up, and it has been destroyed a lot.

At that time, he thought it was a perverted killer. Now that he thinks about it carefully, the serial perverted killer who has never been caught should be a legendary dark creature: a vampire.

Martin Stamp, who turned into a werewolf, glanced at Rey, and immediately changed back to a human body after receiving Rey's approval.

Dark creatures are very powerful. Werewolves are stronger than ordinary vampires, but they are violent and uncontrollable. It is not an exaggeration to say that the two sides are evenly matched.

Werewolves exist, and vampires, the legendary dark creatures, must also exist.

"I'll join."

Confirming the existence of vampires, Philip Orgst said solemnly.

With the addition of Philip Orgst,

Together, the four hammered out a lot of details on how to set up. Remodeling of Oxfordshire properties, hiring of personnel, crafting of weapons and more.

These things are troublesome. Forming a force does not mean gathering a few people and spending some money to get it done.

Rey, who always hated trouble, walked out of Martin Stamp's villa after agreeing on the framework of things.

The rest will be left to the three of them to discuss slowly.

After the three of them have discussed, a detailed report will be given, and it will not be too late to read it.

After all, these things do not need to be hands-on. In the magical world, strength is the most important thing. Like the Dark Lord Tom Riddle, with his own unparalleled power, is he afraid of anything else?

In the magical world, strong power is the foundation of standing. As long as you are strong enough, you don't have to worry about many things.

"I'm not strong enough!"

Leaving the villa, Rey raised his head and sighed.

At this time, I was really not strong enough, and the power of the dragon family was not completely controlled. At most, I am much stronger than the average wizard, but compared with Dumbledore, Tom Riddle, etc., it is still too far away. .

Magic is all kinds of strange things, you can't just look at the control of magic power and the total amount of magic power. Magical magic can always be unexpected, maybe a rare curse can make you die on the spot.

"You're so strong at the age of twelve, what else is there to be content with?"

With a consolation to himself in his heart, Rey began to walk aimlessly on the street.

After dark, there are very few pedestrians on the street. The population density in the UK is not large, not to mention that this street is full of small single-family houses.

At this time, it is time for dinner. I believe that most of the families are gathering to eat together, so there are fewer pedestrians on the street.

"Are you kicked out of the house too?"

A child's voice suddenly sounded on Rey's right hand.

This is the door of a single-family house, and the child squatted in the corner of the door.

With eyes, wearing a large dress that does not fit. He lowered his head and spoke to the ground.

It shouldn't be talking to Rey, it must be some kind of small animal, or an ant.

He was kicked out of the house at mealtime, and he didn't know what was wrong, so his parents kicked him out to reflect on himself.

Don't look over your head,

Rey didn't care much and continued on.

Once you go out, you have to go back. Presumably the Willie Bruce trio should agree on an outcome.

However, Rey, who had just turned around, looked back thoughtfully at the little boy with glasses.

His appearance was familiar, and when Rey came back to look at him, he also noticed Rey on the street.

"Is there a problem?"

He had been kicked out by his family. At this time, someone suddenly stared at him on the street. The little boy wearing glasses was inevitably a little scared.

"Harry Potter!?"

Rey shouted uncertainly. Because the image of the child in front of him is undoubtedly very similar to the look of Harry in memory. Besides, depending on his age, he looks like eight or nine years old. And according to the calculation of time, in 1989, Harry Potter was also this age.

"How do you know my name?"

The child with glasses froze for a moment, then asked suspiciously.

Surprisingly, this child is really Harry Potter, so the detached house of this small villa is not his aunt's house.

"My friend lives next door, and he talked about you."

"Really? What about me?"

I didn't expect that someone would know me and be able to call out my name. I never thought that someone would even talk about him. As a child, Harry Potter was naturally curious when he talked about his own affairs to others.

"Well..., say you give a special impression."

Rey thought for a moment, then walked over and crouched beside Harry Potter.

"It's really special."

Harry Potter's mood is not very high, maybe when he thinks about it, he especially means the worn clothes on his body, which makes people feel really special enough.

These two or three streets can also be regarded as a wealthy area. Although they are not as rich as those in Lincoln Square, they are somewhat middle-class.

In the middle-class neighborhood, even the nanny servants at home wore better clothes than Harry's. It seems that in this area, he is indeed special. It's not a strange thing to be mentioned by others.

"Potter, get in here for me."

There was a sudden roar, a thud, and Harry's uncle pushed open the door.

He looks a little clumsy with a big belly, but he has enough strength. Pushing the door open with a bang, he who wanted to be angry with Potter saw Rey beside him.

"Who are you, kid? What are you doing at my door?"

The fat Fernon Dursley blurted out the questioning voice, his vigilant eyes betrayed the way he looked at Rey at this time. Presumably he thought Rey was some kind of thief spying on his property.

Harry was a little scared, but Rey didn't think so. His height was not low, he was taller than Harry's uncle when he stood up.

Some unkindly stared at this unreasonably fat man, Rey showed a little momentum, and then he became a little bit scared.

Feinon's eyes hurriedly avoided when he met Rey's gaze, perhaps because Rey had fallen behind, he turned his head and pushed Harry and roared loudly: "Come in and wash the dishes, if you Washed clean, maybe have something to eat tonight."