I, Constantine, Chief Exorcist of Hogwarts

"Mr. Constantine, to be honest...your dress is indeed unique among your peers..."

Professor McGonagall held Constantine's hand before departure.

He looked at Constantine who went back to the castle and then appeared in front of him dressed like a detective and carrying a small box.

After all, he couldn't hold back and expressed his evaluation.

Constantine smiled slightly: "Sorry Professor McGonagall, but this costume can indeed save me a lot of unnecessary trouble."

Suddenly, Professor McGonagall's mind flashed to little John, in order not to arouse unkind covetous attention from those around him because of his age and appearance.

He was forced to wear clothes that were completely inconsistent with his age.

"I'm sorry, John, but I can assure you that there will never be any little wizard at Hogwarts who will do anything extreme to you. If there is... I promise to let them understand. What are the rules?"

When he said the last sentence, a powerful aura that was as oppressive to the young wizard as if it were a teaching director spread instantly over McGonagall's body.

John smiled slightly.

obviously.

The "unnecessary trouble" he just mentioned was naturally referring to the fact that he might be despised by his client because of his age and appearance.

And the enthusiastic cat lady in front of her is still elegant despite her age.

But it was no surprise that he misunderstood what he meant.

"Professor, I am looking forward to my future life at Hogwarts. Of course, I think I still need to apologize to you in advance. After all, I'm afraid this is not a comfortable thing."

McGonagall smiled lovingly, inwardly appreciating the politeness and conversation John was showing at this moment.

Both satisfied and distressed.

Such a young child, when those children in the wizarding world were still thinking about pranks or some novel toys all day long.

The John in front of him has been forced to learn to read people's hearts.

"John, hold my hand, you may feel some discomfort next..."

He said without waiting for John to express anything.

next moment.

It was like when a plane was flying at high altitude, a big hole was suddenly opened in the fuselage on the side.

The huge air pressure, along with the powerful pulling force, made John feel like his body was spinning instantly.

When he staggered, he felt the stability of the ground again.

Only then did he come back to his senses.

But he was surprised to find that he had arrived in a slightly desolate alley.

"This is a high-level magic called Displacement, which allows wizards to move quickly to other places without a floo network. Of course... because some people have not been able to transfer their The whole body has been transferred, and this magic is also very dangerous. "

Professor McGonagall, who began to enter the role of guide, showed his professional qualities as a senior professor at Hogwarts.

John's face turned slightly pale.

Not to mention anything else, he has gone through a lot of exorcism rituals, although they are still D-level and C-level evil spirits.

But among the [Exorcism Treasure Boxes] that were opened, they did not give him any spells that could allow him to move quickly.

"Professor McGonagall, I have to admit that I have really become very interested in magical magic."

McGonagall smiled with satisfaction.

He took John and turned into the depths of the alley, and then.

A dilapidated tavern that was familiar to John in his memory suddenly appeared in front of him.

The Leaky Cauldron.

As soon as he entered the tavern, John's sense of hearing and smell were immediately attacked by all kinds of chaos around him.

The clinking of glasses and the laughter of wizards.

And all kinds of strange and strange smells, either magic potions or... body odors, mix freely in the tavern.

"Ah, God..."

John looked at it and immediately covered his nose with his sleeves almost instinctively.

Although he is alone, under the service of "Butler Wesker", his standard and quality of life have never been low.

The reason why Constantine Castle is covered with weeds is because there are a large number of [Magic Sealing Arrays] he has deployed inside.

But the place where I live should be as clean and neat as possible, and as luxurious as possible.

He swore.

Even the smell emanating from [Class D·Carrion Evil] is much better than the sloppy wizards in front of you.

It was obviously not the first time for Professor McGonagall to encounter a young wizard like John's reaction.

A trace of embarrassment flashed across his face, and just as he was about to explain something, the doorbell of the tavern behind him rang again.

"Jingle Bell....."

"Come on, come in quickly Harry, this is the Leaky Cauldron. You will soon be able to see the real wizarding world..."

Hagrid's burly and huge body made John's eyes light up slightly.

The blood of giants!

Harry, who had just walked into the Leaky Cauldron, also saw John led by Professor McGonagall.

Suddenly he couldn't help but show excitement and joy.

"Mr. Constantine, I didn't expect to see you here again. Do you really want to enroll in Hogwarts?"

It can be said that John's [Holy Fire Curse] made a very deep impression on Harry Potter's young mind two days ago.

At this moment, seeing John here, he immediately came forward excitedly.

Or even, to put it a bit exaggeratedly.

The John Constantine in front of him was more consistent with his image of a magician than the Hagrid who led him away from Aunt Petunia's house.

"Harry, do you know each other?"

Hagrid looked at John, who was led by Professor McGonagall himself, and blinked in confusion.

And just when Harry was beaming and was about to tell about the "magic" that John had released, a slight cough instantly interrupted him.

"Harry, why do these people here look at you so...weirdly?"

Hearing this, Harry couldn't help but turn his head and look around, only to realize that the originally noisy Leaky Cauldron had become silent from unknown moment on.

A wizard whose name was either slovenly or dressed like the evil wizard on the call was staring directly at his face.

To be precise, it should be his forehead.

"Merlin! Professor McGonagall, the news that our Mr. Harry Potter will enroll in Hogwarts this year is actually true?!"

"The Boy Who Lived, my God, that scar, it's really him..."

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