Reincarnated in Britain, I go to Hogwarts

The world is spinning, and the perception of space is disordered. My feet are clearly on the floor but I feel like I am standing on the ceiling. I don't know what to go up and down, I just feel like a mess.

Ans gradually loses the feeling of his body. He is constantly dissolving, and the tentacles of perception are constantly spreading, like the roots of a big tree, climbing, exploring and absorbing unknown nutrients in the dark soil.

The strange thing is that the 'dissolution', which is uncontrollable, just brings sanity back. I just hear unintelligible words echoing in my ears from time to time, very quietly, as if it is very far away. , Oh, by the way, I don’t even know if ears exist.

When rationality returned, Ans first asked himself 'Who am I', 'Who am I', and 'Where did I come from? Where am I going?' These three questions can be said to be the ultimate three questions.

After going through the 'self-narration', Ans began to 'look' at this land.

The green flames and the dark golden hall are like the palace hall in the Eastern Feudal Period. There is a bed on the high steps, and there is an object on it. Ans can't see it clearly, but once he looks at it, it's like his eyes are touching. Needle, and the sensitivity of the touch is magnified N times.

When I put my sense of touch under the main hall, I discovered that the wisps of green fire were actually a 'mirror' through which I could see many believers offering sacrifices, singing and worshiping.

The palace headquarters of the evil god?

It's a pity that I can't write. Otherwise, what would happen if I wrote 'I visited here'?

With this thought, Ans felt like a dehydrated fish, feeling the oppressive and strong sense of suffocation.

Instinctively activated the [Stigma], wisps of golden light flickered from the middle of Ansi that turned into liquid, and then connected all the liquids like an electric current. The wings of light spread out and gathered at the edge, and the sight of the person sitting on the chair and bed shifted. The moment it comes, it disappears.

"Guji Guji?"

……

When I opened my eyes, it was an unfamiliar ceiling.

Ans's eyes rolled around and he shouted a few times in his mind like 'System', 'Dark Blue', 'Empress' and the like, but there was no response.

"Well, I'm alive."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

The first words he said when he woke up were in Chinese, and his voice was hoarse, so Cassandra lying on the bed next to her heard it but didn't really understand it.

"Huh? No, what a coincidence. Where is this?"

Madam Pomfrey came in at this time, holding a jar of lavender solution with a warm smile.

"Oh! You're awake! I knew it," she said prophetically as she opened the jar. "This is good stuff, unicorn hair, horn fragments, tears plus sunflower petals, The potion brewed from the stems of silverleaf grass is, in Severus' words, most suitable for a guy like you who has seen a ghost."

Pulling Ans to sit up, he set up a table on the bed and placed the jar on the table with an imposing manner. He raised his chin towards Ans with one hand on his hips and raised his chin in a sassy manner.

"Come on, drink!"

Looking at the current Madam Pomfrey, looking sideways at Cassandra covering her mouth and snickering, and then looking at the jar, Ans squinted his eyes and felt unclear, feeling that his brain was lost in that unknown space.

To be honest, he didn't even know if it was poison or healing medicine, but Madam Pomfrey probably wouldn't harm him.

Moreover, the potion, which is only unpleasant to drink, is just a bowl of boiled water for Assassin, who has been trained for a long time.

Under the witness of the two women, Ans held up the jar with a solemn expression. Just by getting closer, he could feel a scorching heat, which was holy power. Just by smelling it, he felt like it was the sewer of the eighteenth floor of hell.

Well, Ans overestimated himself. He hesitated for a while, then saw the white of his left eye gradually turn green in the reflection of the glass jar, and unknown chanting began to ring in his ears.

The sense of crisis suddenly arose, and regardless of whether it was the passage from hell or not, he directly held the jar and swallowed it, without pausing to use the tip of his tongue to taste the taste.

But it is indeed useful. As the medicine acts on the stomach, it turns into a warm current and flows along the blood vessels throughout the body. The murmur in the ears fades away, and the green color of the whites of the eyes also dissipates.

Putting down the empty can, Ansi sat down and felt full.

Only then did he recall the past, and only then did he feel lucky to be alive. If he guessed correctly, the place he entered before should be the so-called [Kingdom of God]. He, a pagan and still a mortal, broke in.' To be able to come back alive in God's realm must be said to be the blessing of great luck.

If he were still in the East at this time, he would probably thank Nüwei. After all, she is a powerful woman. But since he is in the West, he can only thank the world.

"Not bad, he's recovering well." Seeing that Ans had finished drinking a jar of potion, Madam Pomfrey checked him and called to the two of them, "Okay, you can go out, just remember to take a good rest."

There seemed to be no problem, and the boys and girls went out together.

They happened to bump into Professor Sprout who was coming to see them. Seeing them coming out, he took them to a place where several professors were gathering.

"Behold, our lucky son," Snape began to sing as the two entered the room, "I have to say that you are very lucky Mr. Wick, none of us have gone deep into it, only you have entered that palace. "

Tilting his head, Ans sat down and applauded himself.

"Are you still happy?"

Snape's face changed, it was dark and smelly.

"It's natural to be happy if you survive the catastrophe," Ans smiled at the professor. He didn't care about his words. "After all, things have happened. We can't hold the past and cry bitterly, but hold the past and move towards the future." .”

"Humph."

Seeing Snape snorting and saying nothing, Dumbledore, who was sitting in the middle, pushed the candy to the middle with a smile, clapped his hands and served drinks to the three arriving people, one cup of Roselle and two cups of hot cocoa.

"Okay, okay, since we are safe and sound, this is worth celebrating," Dumbledore opened his mouth and threw in a lemon candy. "There is probably a guess about what we have experienced before."

"The Palace of the Evil God."

It was Cassandra who spoke, getting a thumbs up from Dumbledore.

"Yes, it is the palace of the evil god. Although I don't know why the other party's palace is not high in the starry sky but hidden in the cracks of the stars, this is not something we can know because he is much higher than our life level, even if it is Evil gods are also related to 'gods'."

"So we can't solve the trap created by Kane in Hogwarts by destroying the 'evil god'."

"That's right, so we can only face Kane and his conspiracy directly." Dumbledore nodded towards Professor Flitwick. "At this time, it is certain that Kane has already performed a sacrifice. I don't know what he will get." Nothing, but in short, it must be very powerful."

Having said this, Dumbledore slammed the table.

"Everyone, this time, it may be much more dangerous than last year. Even if it's just one person, he can be regarded as an evil god."