Reincarnated in Britain, I go to Hogwarts

It was mid-October, it was already autumn, and the temperature was much cooler than in previous months, so Ans and Cassandra did not need to use additional magic to cool down when they were resting under the tree next to the black lake.

The autumn wind picked up and passed by Cassandra. The cool autumn wind carried the girl's scent and drifted past Ans's nose, making the young man feel uneasy.

"Look at this."

At this time, Cassandra handed over a magazine.

""Secret Track"? Published jointly by the Master of Ceremonies Society and Lighthouse Press?" Ans flipped through the title and publisher. "This is a magic magazine from the United States, right? How did you buy it?"

Having said this, Cassandra seemed very proud, and she shook the small key and seal in her hand.

Okay, Ans understands, if you have money, you are the boss.

Ans flipped through a few pages of this magazine, and then he had to sigh at the openness of the atmosphere over there. This kind of thing that obviously used human life to determine the effect of the ritual could actually be published in the magazine.

It seems that the author cannot be captured without solid 'evidence'.

"The legend of bone-breaking and marrow-absorbing, the use of blood pools, the essence of spiritual torture, the good ghosts who look after homes and homes..." Ans had to shake his head and pointed to an article with a smile after seeing the following: "The secret ceremony of angels coming, this is amazing, feelings Before, we were still among others’ choices.”

After looking at the name of the writer, Ans clicked on this name.

"When I go to the United States in the future, I won't be able to argue with this...Professor Mertura."

As for the named professor, he was in a dark, remote abandoned room that had been converted into a classroom. There wasn't much else in Hogwarts, except for the most empty and long-uninhabited rooms.

After Professor Laura's invisible stretching spell, the small room has become a large room that can accommodate 50 to [-] people.

Among them, there were five senior students lying in big characters among the five nodes of the five-pointed star in a strange formation. Among them, lying on one node was a man with blond hair shawl like a lion.

"Bruce, is this normal?"

The classmates he pulled beside him asked uneasily. What could Bruce, who was already secretly afraid, say?

To save his face, he impulsively agreed to the professor's invitation, but his hair stood on end afterwards. Although he didn't understand the reason, he still dragged a few younger brothers over.

They wanted to shirk 'forget', but if they wanted to forget, they had to look at the professor's thoughts. It was obvious that the professor had not forgotten him. During lunch, a paper crane slowly flew over with fluttering wings and landed in front of Bruce. spread out.

It has become what it is now.

I thought it was some kind of secret training, but when I arrived, I saw Professor Laura standing on a high place with a large box floating beside him. There was an iron bucket at his feet that contained pungent 'red paint'. Several brushes were in Laura's hands. The professor neatly drew a magic circle under his control.

Who has seen this weird scene? Even if they are wizards, they have never seen it. So, one classmate wanted to leave, but as soon as he took a step back, the door was locked. Not only that, the window was closed with curtains. Pull it up, and a cage appears.

Retreat, there is no way to retreat.

Bruce was not deaf. He heard these sounds, so he had to bite the bullet and wanted to say something, but when he saw Professor Laura's focused expression and his eyes filled with strong and strange enthusiasm, he understood.

The sheep enters the tiger's mouth.

"You just have to admit it, right?"

Bruce lowered his head and no longer hoped that he could dispel the professor's 'enthusiasm' through words. He could only hope that he could survive.

After all, professors wouldn’t harm their students, right?

It seemed that halfway through the painting, the professor waved them in. Fortunately, he didn't ask them to take off their clothes, otherwise they might have to pee.

"Now that things have happened, we can only think along the lines of 'this is normal', can't we?"

Bruce looked at the magic circle that was still being drawn and smiled bitterly.

In fact, their conversation was not so quiet that the students in the other three corners could hear it. From Bruce's perspective, he could also see the students next to him trembling slightly.

This is not a relationship of timidity or boldness, it is purely the human body's instinctive fear of the "unknown".

This is normal, and at the same time, it is also the 'nature' of animals to predict danger.

This is also the reason for asking if it is 'normal', because - it doesn't look normal. Even if five people don't have this occult knowledge, just one look is all it takes, and the brain prompts: Run!There is something strange! !Danger! ! !

This is similar to the situation. Walking alone in a quiet alley at night, you suddenly turn your head and turn on the flashlight that comes with your phone. You don't hear footsteps, but you just feel like someone is following you.

But alas, the brain cannot speak.

"Hoho ho, don't worry, classmate Yuris," the superior Professor Laura finally stopped drawing the priest formation, "I said, if I want you to become stronger, you will definitely not break your promise. After all, I am a professor. , where would professors persecute students?"

Having said this, Professor Laura raised the corners of her mouth, but her eyes were extremely indifferent.

"Go to sleep. When you open your eyes again," Professor Lola waved and stretched her arms like a music conductor holding the wand, "you will find that you are... powerful!"

Looking at the five sleeping students, Professor Lola opened the floating box.

"The eyes, claw tips and heart of a human wolf."

"The shed shell of a snake and a turtle."

"The heart, tusks, and twin tails of a two-tailed pig."

"The tail sac and poison sac of the Acromantula."

"The bones and brains of the Thestral."

"Finally, the blood of the person officiating."

Five people, five materials and his blood were floating above the five students. The people and the materials were connected by blood.

"Honored unknown god, please listen to the chants of the lost."

"In exchange for the sacrifice of five lambs, the power can be used."

As Professor Laura murmured, the formation painted with scarlet paint on the floor released red light, like an activation chain that lit up one node one after another. Finally, the human root was connected to the various sacrifices above them.

There was a whisper in an unknown language, and the faces of the five students in Yunmeng instantly turned pale, with veins popping up on their foreheads, as if their brains were about to explode.

But as the only sober officiant, Professor Laura, nothing seemed to happen. At best, his eyes turned red.

The sacrifice and the blood slowly turned into black mist and dissipated, and the low groaning voice gradually disappeared. Professor Laura, who felt the surging power in his body, bent down.

"Thank you for your generosity."

After everything calmed down, after waiting for three minutes, Professor Laura straightened up, looked at the five students on the ground, and ignored them. He just waved his hand and cleaned the entire borrowed room.

Yes, I waved with my empty hand.

That's what Professor Rolla got.