Reincarnated in Britain, I go to Hogwarts

You've changed your mind, John.

When they returned home, Ans found that his grandparents were also there, and they seemed to have just arrived.

After the family hugged each other and said hello, mother Maria placed the food one by one. After everyone finished eating, the family each held a cup and waited for the 'host' to start the meal.

"Then, let me talk about the arrangements for this holiday first." Grandpa Thorp nodded to Grandpa Wick and stood up. "This year, a lot of things happened, including the anti-demon ninja of the island country, the summoning of angels by the church, and the interfering... The Elf Laboratory, what does this mean? The United States is going to cause trouble, and maybe your Magical Congress will also intervene next time."

"So, I discussed it with Old Wick and decided to take you to France, not because France is the headquarters of the Freedom Riders, but because the pioneers of this generation are there."

Herald, just like the Cross Commander, Guardian, and Grand Master who were once called the leaders of the Templars; just like the mentor of the Assassin Brotherhood, they are the titles that represent the leaders of the Freedom Riders organization.

It can be said that this visit is equivalent to a pilgrimage. After all, the chairman of a company is not something you, a small employee, can see, and when you can see the director, it means that you are about to be promoted.

"That's actually not good."

After hearing what their grandson said, Grandpa Thorpe and Grandpa Wick looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

"You're very smart, Ans." Grandpa Wick put down the cup. "Of course it's not good. What does it mean? It means something big! Something big happened! But there's nothing we can do about it. This is our responsibility, to maintain The world should have the order it deserves and break through all unfair frameworks.”

Everything is empty, everything is allowed

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One morning, under the indescribable expressions of ordinary school teachers, Ans quickly finished writing the final exam paper that teachers thought was difficult but was not as difficult as it was in reality, and then the family set foot on the flight to France unhurriedly. flight.

After getting off the plane, they entered the car with their luggage and the people who came to pick them up. They tossed and turned in the car for a long time. Ordinary people might have been fast asleep, but everyone in the car was in high spirits. In the dark car, several pairs of eyes were as bright as day.

Donremy La Picelle

A town and village in the Vosges department in the Grand Est region of France, it belongs to the Neuchâteau district. This is the place where France's national hero was born.

The pioneers of this generation of Freedom Riders also settled here.

"Then the place has arrived."

"Goodbye."

After a simple exchange of words, without exchanging names, the person who picked them up drove a white van and re-entered the black street until the red taillights disappeared.

"Huh~ let's go."

Looking at a church not far away, Grandpa Wick took the lead and walked forward.

"Welcome," the nuns have already seen them. Needless to say, they have already received the notice, "The pioneers have been waiting for a long time."

Ans met the eyes of a little nun. She also had blond hair and purple eyes, which were as beautiful as gems. There were some freckles on her cheeks that added to her youthful atmosphere.

Soon, after just looking at each other for three seconds, Ans withdrew his gaze and followed the adults through several doors to the reception hall.

"Hahaha - long time no see! Old Wick!"

Loud laughter came, and a hooded man opened his arms and hugged Grandpa Wick who was walking in front.

It can be guessed that the hooded man and Grandpa were freedom knights at the same time. No, Ans quickly rejected this guess because he saw Grandpa Thorpe bowing slightly, which showed that this hooded man was not an ordinary freedom rider. A knight whose position is higher than that of Grandpa Thorpe.

"Introduction," Old Wick helped the other party adjust his robe to make it full of majesty, "Raven Dark! The pioneer of the Freedom Riders."

Case solved, this guy is a pioneer.

and many more.

Dark?

hiss--

After taking a slight breath of cold air, Ans suddenly had an idea.

"It seems our little Wick has guessed something," Pioneer Dak laughed, walked past Ans's parents, put his hands on his shoulders cordially, and led him forward, "Let me guess what you are talking about." You think about it, Joan of Arc, right? Haha, you are the first person to have this idea when hearing your last name. Even your grandfather only discovered it during a certain worship ceremony."

Dak is very kind, and he is not superior because of his high authority. Rather than saying that he is a leader, it is better to say that he just works in this position. He is actually a member of the Freedom Riders, but his authority is different from everyone else. .seven

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that his popularity is so high. He is not a king, but just the leader of an organization.

After the meal, Dak didn't rush to let them know what they were doing here. Instead, he asked them to wash up and have a good sleep, and to mention it the next day if they had anything to do.

In the early morning, Ans ended his daily run. He still weighed more than a normal person of the same age should bear. Because the presence of the stigmata strengthened his physique, and because there was no Eden artifact, he needed to work harder to suppress it. Obscurus.

"This training method of yours..." came a voice. Ans stopped going back and saw the blond girl on the high wall. She was wearing short-sleeved shorts, showing off her beauty. "Unreasonable, harmful to the body." The burden is too great.”

"I'm sick. If I don't do this, I will die sooner."

Ans did not tell what happened about Obscurus. It was useless for ordinary people to know about it. It was better to use [illness] as an excuse. Ans did not stay any longer, but returned to the church because he saw his parents waving. .

After breakfast, Pioneer Duck took them to the apse of the church, where a coffin was placed.

"I won't say much more. I received the news here," Duck stood in front of a locker with his hands behind his back. "The British royal family is being targeted. This is not conducive to maintaining the current order of the world, so... "

"That's it? Just send a message directly to protect the royal nobles," Old Wick interjected as a long-time friend and a pioneer candidate that year. "Tell me honestly, what are you asking us to do, and most importantly, why are you naming someone?" Dao surname brings An Si here."

"Haha, don't worry, Old Wick. You used to be as calm as a mountain, how come you turned into the wind?"

Dak chuckled and didn't explain anything. He held his left hand behind his back and opened the cabinet with his right hand. A coffin was pulled out. By opening the mechanism, the coffin was opened, but there was no corpse turned into white bones inside.

There was just a sword, but the blade was still smooth and clean, as if someone had wiped it every night.

"Hey, hey, hey, can't you?" Old Wick was frightened as if he remembered something. "Is the matter so big this time?"

"Who knows? But it's always good to be prepared." Dak picked up the sword and handed it to Ans gently with both hands. "This is the Holy Sword of Eden. Maybe you guessed it, the former King of Knights This is the sword he holds."

You are wrong, grandpa, I didn't guess it QAQ

There was no disrespectful attitude, not even the thought of 'true or false'. It was the result of the same respectful hands.

hum-

It was at this time that Ans's left hand [Stigmata] moved, as if it was awakened by something, and gradually reacted, and a bright light bloomed from the sleeve.

"Aha, here it comes."

Seemingly prepared, Dak waved everyone back and waited for everything to end.

If in the East, this could be the recognition of the Lord with a drop of blood, but here, it is like the response and certification of some kind of energy or authority.