Reincarnated in Britain, I go to Hogwarts

At some point, the heavy dark clouds in the sky had left the stage, and the bright yellow full moon stood in the center of the stage, surrounded by twinkling stars, like a goddess wearing a glittering gauze skirt.

Shandris lay weakly on the ground. She had lost a lot of blood, and the same was true for the boy next to her. But even though his steps were sluggish, his face was sickly pale, and his lips were bloodless, he still tried his best to draw the formation. complete.

After taking a breath, Ans looked at Shandis, gestured with his thumb in her worried eyes, and walked into the formation.

The stigmata rose up in response, liberating the magic power all over the body. The black magic power surged up behind him, with traces of scarlet flashing in it.

"O star in the sky, I pray that your light will bloom."

The magic circle drawn with the blood of the unicorn shimmered with silver light as Ans spoke.

"Bright moon, I pray for your favor. May your light shine on the entire earth."

It was as if there was a lighting effects artist online above his head. A beam of light cut through the clouds and barrier and reached the formation, shrouding Ans in it.

Feeling the gentleness that was different from the warm sun during the day, Ans's heart fluctuated a little. Sensibility covered his rationality in an instant, and he abandoned the next stage of prayer.

"Please remove the shackles of this body and give me... the ability to swear victory."

'Om—'

The light beam flickered three times, like a countdown, and then a brighter light descended from the starry night, cutting through the clouds and mist, penetrating the barrier, and hitting Ans directly.

click -

Like the sound of broken glass, Ans felt the remaining armband shattered, but the power of Obscurus in his body did not riot, and even the stigmata did not react. It was as if... Obscurus became docile.

"Have the shackles... been lifted?" 』

"What about power?" 』

He looked at the box next to him, stretched out his hand, paused suddenly, and pulled his sleeves open. Incomprehensible lines or words suddenly appeared on his right arm.

There was a glint in his eyes, and he pulled down his sleeves as if it was nothing, opened the box and took out the Holy Sword of Eden.

"Pledge to win...are you going to make waves?" 』

Smiling secretly, he recalled watching FATE before, and looked up at the sky projection of Ilvermorny.

His eyes were as scarlet as blood, and he could clearly see Professor Sauron on the 'opposite side'. Without Ans to stop him, the other party became furious and unscrupulous. The professors present struggled to resist the opponent's offensive, but there were still some Many students died.

There is a red aura swaying like running water, converging on Sauron himself. This 'energy' is like an infinite power supply. When Sauron is injured, he will heal quickly. Even if his head is gone, he can quickly give birth to a head or something. Grow a body.

This may be the reason why Sauron could not die before, and it is also the reason why Mertura is not afraid of Dumbledore. Even if the principal hurts him, he can recover in an instant.

Even if no one died in Hogwarts, it can be guessed that the canopy and the underground formation are connected, not only because of the altar, but also because of the mutual connection. .seven

Feeling the lines on his right arm, the magic power poured into it obediently. He was inexplicably obsessed with the bright moon in the sky. If he looked at the mirror at this moment, he would find that the color of the whites of his eyes had turned into a bright yellow moon. The color, combined with the scarlet pupils, makes it even more eerie in the coldness.

A pale golden luster bloomed from the right hand and extended to the tip of the Holy Sword of Eden, as if the pitch-black blade was coated with a layer of fluorescence.

He danced like a knife, patted Shandis on the head, and let her have a good rest. After he finished solving the problem, he asked her to eat, and then left quickly.

There is nothing wrong with Hogwarts on this side. At least the professors can contain Mertura, but no one in Ilvermorny on the other side can contain Sauron.

No matter which side is the first to collect the blood and death required for the ceremony, it may cause uncertainty to the other side, because the gap in the door opens on both sides.

Ans didn't want to die due to some unknown factors at a young age, and his rosy campus life had not yet begun.

The jungle not far away has already shown flashes of fire, which are Dumbledore's fire spells, and there are also the cries of the Phoenix. It is difficult to say whether Fox has the means to attack, but it can be seen that its assistance is one of the best.

……

Mertura felt the changes in his body, and the joy that made all the cells of his body shout with joy when life evolved made him laugh happily. It had been 10 minutes. He resisted the attacks of professors including Dumbledore, but not a single one can do him some harm.

He had a hunch that after a while, he would be able to rely on his physical fitness to dodge attacks with ease. At that time, the entire Hogwarts would be his lamb on the altar.

But for now, he still needs Sauron's support. However, this was agreed in advance. Presumably, Ilvermorny has become a lamb.

Ding--

A whisper came from

Mertura caught a glimpse of silver light from the corner of his eye, and before his body could react, he felt a huge force, forcing him to fly into the air... and roll.

Severe pain shot through his ribs. At this moment, Mertura suddenly realized that he was still very weak, and that the so-called evolution of life was like a joke.

The stinging pain continued to tease his nerves as he breathed. Mertura held his ribs, and dark red liquid flowed out. It was no longer like blood, but thick like rotten juice.

"Wick...?"

Looking at the young man who jumped out of the forbidden forest, Mertura, who had no whites of his eyes, looked at his face with his dark eyes. After telling him his name, he looked at the sharp blade in his hand.

"It's not like the weapons that Muggles can make...the knife...couldn't it be from the island country? No, no...forget it, is this power Yuehua?"

As if he thought of something, the beam of light just now flashed through his memory.

"I see, you begged Yue... No, not only that, you also made a deal with Yue."

Although he was surprised that the opponent still had room for rational analysis, Ans obviously would not make the mistake of telling each other the details before the battle.

Take advantage of his illness to kill him!

The weeds are going to be rooted out!

This is the policy that Ansi follows. If you are surprised, you only need to give the other party face every moment, and you cannot let the other party make meaningless explanations.

Mertura is showing off his knowledge perhaps to wait for repair, but what about Ans?What can he wait for.

So, obviously, Anse has nothing to wait.

Just like that, Ansti came up with the knife. Mertura was obviously stunned. He probably thought, 'You don't have martial ethics', but he had no intention of going into details.

After all, no one is a good person. Virtue and other things are reserved for pure little cuties, not people like them.

So I could only shrug with regret and let go of the hand covering the wound - no blood was flowing out.

"I can make a prediction, Mr. Wick, your future will be more glorious than Dumbledore's."

"Isn't this normal? As the saying goes, 'The waves behind push forward the waves in the Yangtze River, and the new generation is better than the old'. It is normal that I am more promising than him. If no one can surpass Dumbledore, wouldn't it be even more sad? .”

He didn't stop because of the other party's praise, but even more.

Ding--

Between the contact between the knife and the arm, the sound of Jin Ge sounded.