Reincarnated in Britain, I go to Hogwarts

"Damn, Melbourne, this guy is so flexible!"

A senior who was probably in the third, fourth or fifth grade was hiding awkwardly behind a big tree. He wanted to take advantage of Ans's unpreparedness and cast a spell, but as soon as he raised his wand, he found an oncoming impact. He was too late to release the Iron Armor Curse and staggered to dodge. Although he relied on the protection of the big tree, the damage caused by the impact curse still left him covered in dirt.

"Are you sure you're just flexible! Seth!" Behind another big tree, a senior squatted on the ground. His blond hair was stuck together due to hairspray and fell into strands on his forehead. He didn't look aristocratic at all. "Wipe your eyes! That guy is very strong!"

"Oh, Andrew, are you scared? We have a group of 20 people in the fifth and sixth grade, and you are actually scared!"

Is he stupid in Melbourne?He is not stupid, and he can see it, but he knows that at this moment, the morale of the army cannot be chaotic. After all, everyone is not a fool. Just whether Andrew has eyes, everyone just doesn't mention it.

Andrew did not respond to his words, because the tree he was hiding from was damaged by the impact spell. Andrew was also knocked away by the aftermath of the impact spell and was knocked out by the stun spell.

Fighting one more person is indeed a great tactic, but unfortunately, this group of noble young masters may be used to having a large number of people. Although their magic level is very good, they may have received combat training at home.

But real fighting is different from training. Just like an athlete fighter needs to 'ring the bell' to start and end the game, but in real fighting, there is no need for people to shout 'start' and ring the bell.

What's more, these young masters' sparring partners are afraid of hurting others. How can they really "train"? At most, they are just "sandbags" for the young masters.

So can these Slytherin seniors compare to Ans?Of course it can't be compared, even if the family background is rich, food is food.

When Ans finished dealing with these seniors, Cassandra just finished communicating with the seniors. Don't underestimate this girl who can participate in the Angel Fall incident.

The roar of this incident must have confirmed Cassandra's status in Slytherin. In the first grade, these gentlemen and ladies didn't bother to bully a 'Mudblood' and thought of giving her a chance and giving her a year. Give her time to study, and then let her recognize herself.

But they didn't expect that in the end, they recognized themselves and understood that Slytherin would have a 'Mudblood' in power.

There is no way, strength is the best proof of identity.

"Congratulations," Ans applauded the girl, because it was obvious that with the endorsement of dozens of people, Cassandra could have a bright future as "the eldest lady of Slytherin."

"Let's go."

The newly promoted eldest lady Cassandra gave Ans a roll of her eyes and ignored the seniors and sisters on the ground. She turned around and walked towards the castle neatly. She still had classes to attend in the afternoon.

It can be said that there are no secrets in Hogwarts, especially this fight with a large number of people. Of course, it should be called a [showdown]. After all, each other needs to show dignity.

However, this matter was still noticed. After all, a group of senior students were sent out, and there were also female seniors who threatened to make the second-year Mudblood look good, but when they came back... they couldn't avoid it.

How shining you were when you left, how embarrassed you were when you came back.

As the parties involved, Cassandra and Ans were naturally dug out by them. Two sophomores defeated more than 30 senior seniors, which surprised many students.

Even some graduated Auror seniors can't do this kind of thing, even if it's just a group of students, but when the number of people increases, it's useless to fight with more and less, even if they have become Aurors, there will always be accidents when.

This is also what Tina Goldstein, the former MAC Auror, said before, "How many people in the British Ministry of Magic have seen the Thestrals?" This is not irony but a fact.

"Great! Mr. Wick, Miss Winston, I wonder if you would like to join my dueling club?"

This was an invitation from Professor Flitwick, but unfortunately, only Ans joined it. Miss Cassandra chose another club of Professor Flitwick - the Magic Extension Club.

Yes, Professor Flitwick opened two clubs, one was an extension of his current professorship, and the other was established by winning the wizard duel championship when he was young.

Regarding Cassandra's choice, the wise Flitwick quickly thought of an excuse that would make him happy. One boy became the card of his dueling club, and the other girl became his inheritance in terms of 'wisdom'.

Both clubs have a bright future. Thinking of this makes Professor Flitwick happy.

The old friend's happy mood was not concealed at all. After all, they were all professors in a school. When congratulating him, Sprout criticized him mercilessly, scolding him for poaching, and then lost his mind that no one had inherited his herbal medicine.

Professor McGonagall, who is a best friend (probably?), caressed Sprout's back and comforted her not to worry, maybe there will be one next year, don't focus on Hufflepuff, maybe there are good prospects in other houses. , even Professor Flitwick added words of comfort.

This made Professor Sprout feel much better. Of course, it was not because Professor Flitwick had promised to bring out rare seeds from a certain ruins during his vacation.

Professor Snape, who was alone, snorted and drank a cup of cappuccino. The cup concealed the slight upward movement of the corners of his lips.

Although there are too many wastes in his own college, a genius still emerged. As for the one from Hufflepuff... Snape believes that he knows how to choose. After all, he has become a [Snake Badger], right? Rounding it off is a snake. Yes.

Ah~Lily, today deserves a cappuccino.

After the dinner, the stargazing class with Slytherin in the evening also ended. Slytherin and Hufflepuff walked down together, and the teams of the two houses could vaguely merge into one.

The little snake and the little badger in the back put aside their prejudices because of the 'big man' in front of them and stayed together in twos and threes to communicate with each other, while their 'big man' walked together to talk about the compatibility of the stars.

They didn't care at all about a 'bad fight' incident that happened at noon, which made Cedric and others feel depressed because the two protagonists didn't care about what they were excited about.

The girl felt that such crude and barbaric things were boring, while the boy felt that it was too childish. After all, neither of them could see blood, so they also found it boring. This created the feeling that everyone was making trouble and we were alone in peace.

After finishing the supper, Ans sneaked out of the dormitory and continued the same steps as the previous year. He jumped lightly on the treetops and watched the big black dog draw lines on the ground while running back to Hagrid's house and suddenly appearing in the forest. A touch of holy silver, it has a single horn.

A chuckle resounded in the black screen, the evening breeze blew, the treetops moved slightly, silent and silent.