I, Constantine, Chief Exorcist of Hogwarts

"what happened?"

Snape was about to discuss with John where it would be more secure to detain the guy in front of him.

At this time, he noticed Dumbledore's face, which was almost gloomy, as if it was about to rain down.

He couldn't help but look stern.

It's rare to see Dumbledore look like this.

It can even be said that the last time Lucius was attacked and killed because he was controlled by [Fallen Charming Angel Cecia], although Dumbledore was very angry, it was not to the point where he is today.

Dumbledore reached out and stroked Fox's head. After the latter let out a cry, he circled and flew to the giant red demon, looking around.

Then he took a deep breath.

He looked at John with complicated and solemn eyes, who seemed to have guessed something.

Sigh.

"There was a civil strife in the Ministry of Magic, and the Department of Mysteries was in a mess. Fudge led the Auror team to stop it, but... many people died, many people!"

If Dumbledore said that many people died, then it must mean that many people died.

Then, the other party can repeat it twice.

Instantly, McGonagall and others on the side took a breath of horror.

The short Professor Flitwick stood on a stage without water, holding a wand in one hand.

"What exactly happened? The Department of Mysteries...that is already the core area of ​​the Ministry of Magic. Could it be a Death Eater attack?!"

At this moment, the unconscious Professor Quirrell is still buried in a pile of rocks and dust:

John shook his head and told the truth in one sentence.

"If there are no surprises, it should be our Mr. Malfoy. It seems that those in the Ministry of Magic did not take him seriously after all.

John didn't know what to say, was he gloating?

But after all, a lot of people died. If it was Cornelius Fudge, a politician from the Ministry of Magic who had no bones or opinions and always wanted to use the power in his hands to gain more, he would die.

Not only will John not feel sad, he will also give our Mr. Malfoy a thumbs up.

However, if we also include those Aurors.

John felt a little guilty after all. Among these people there must be some people like Mr. Arthur Weasley who really wanted the wizarding world to be better.

"Where is our minister?"

Dumbledore shook his head: "It is said that he was frightened, but he was not injured. He is currently undergoing examination at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries..."

John suddenly sneered again.

He also shook his head with a speechless and disdainful look. The world is like this, and people like this often mess up things that are originally good because of their own cleverness.

Often you won't suffer much loss.

Those who are really affected and harmed are those innocent people who don’t know anything.

"It is said that the Department of Mysteries was not only severely destroyed, but also many monsters ran out of it..." Dumbledore gritted his teeth slightly, his face not looking good.

"It can be seen that the Ministry of Magic has always conducted research on exorcism, but only a few people know about it."

John doesn't care.

The current situation is not only that Lucius, who was temporarily controlled and handed over by him, has escaped, but also that many evil spirits have been released. He still doesn't know how powerful the evil spirits are.

Moreover, the traces of these guys will definitely not be found in a short time.

"Professor Dumbledore, at least in this matter, we shouldn't be the ones to have the headache."

When John appeared at the [Mirror of Erised] with a giant red demon that was hung by several chains and cast a levitating spell, "Anxious Hermione and the others immediately came to the rescue.

However, when John saw an extra figure among them, he couldn't help but show a slightly surprised expression.

Draco's face turned red, but when he saw the demon controlled by Snape, he couldn't help but show a bit of fear.

"I, I'm here to help you..."

Ronald snorted: "You actually stole our holy water."

Draco immediately defended anxiously: "I didn't steal it. I didn't steal it. You didn't know who threw it on my bed. I didn't find it until I moved out of your dormitory!"

John shook his head, not caring about these details.

Something like holy water may be a very precious thing for a novice exorcist who has just entered the exorcism profession and has no background.

But, for him now.

The effect of the holy water is not even as good as his "tiger body one," "shock", which releases the sacred aura on his body more quickly and effectively.

He glanced lightly at the Bible held tightly in the other person's arms and the holy water held in his hand.

"Are not you afraid?"

Draco:

The silent blond boy asked Dumbledore, who was following behind to discuss some matters with Professor McGonagall and the others, couldn't help but show a little admiration in his eyes.

As the greatest white wizard of this century, Dumbledore would like to believe that all young wizards have a friendly heart for good.

Even the little Slytherin snake who has never been liked or accepted.

Nor do they lack what is called courage.

The always generous hand gently placed on Draco's head, and Dumbledore's loving voice made the latter's eyes moisten instantly.

"Well, Mr. Malfoy, no one will blame you forever. Even misunderstandings will one day be cleared up due to mutual understanding. At least I, an old man, have never said anything about triggering you.

Dumbledore, who looked as kind as an old grandfather, began to teach a lost lamb again.

John curled his lips inwardly.

If Professor McGonagall hadn't told me that you had threatened the Malfoy family to expel Draco from Hogwarts, I would have believed your old guy's lies.

Of course, even if he had such an idea, John would not say it out loud.

Didn't Dumbledore say so much just to defend Constantine?

"Professor Quirrell woke up just now, and then suddenly ran away holding his head... I felt like he touched the back of his head...

Miss Know-It-All came over at this time.

But there was doubt and confusion on his face that made John almost laugh out loud.

Quirrell hit the back of his head?

What's the difference between that and our Mr. Dark Lord braking with his face?

"Haha, don't worry, Professor Quirrell will be fine. As you can see, his scarf is wrapped as tightly as a car tire. I care more about you, Miss Granger, than this...it's the first time I personally kill someone. Evil spirit, how do you feel?"

Hearing this, Hermione's eyes suddenly lit up with excitement.

“This feeling…………is simply amazing!”

John nodded, ignoring Miss Viper's look that was also expecting him to ask, and looked at his second general Enha, and the future Gryffindor sword master who was still holding the long sword [Yuan Youzhu God].

"The dangers and difficulties you will face will only increase in the future, and you also need to focus more on improving your strength. Not only the exorcism spells, but also the magic spells as a wizard must be learned. "

"Understood, President Constantine!"

The professors looked at the little wizard who seemed to have matured a lot in these moments with joy, and their eyes were full of joy.

Then such relief suddenly turned into deep helplessness during dinner at Hogwarts that night.

Ronald was sandwiched on the left and right by his twin brother.

"Don't eat it yet, tell us quickly, what does the devil look like? And, did you really kill an evil spirit?!"

Ronald held a chicken drumstick in his left and right hands, and his mouth was full of oil.

However, this kind of food and attention, the dual enjoyment of both material and spiritual levels, made him somewhat forgetful.

"Fred, I must correct that, not one, but three! I killed three evil spirits..."

On the side, Harry makes a last-ditch attack.

"Two of them, one of them was killed by Neville."

Ronald was immediately dissatisfied: "Walter Harry, that guy rushed out from the direction you were responsible for, and you are responsible for it.

"But it was originally heading towards you, but you backed away."

"I was smelled by the stench on their bodies. Oh, God, I can't imagine the smell now. That guy's mouth isn't that smelly, uh..."

Sitting next to John, the little witch Hermione showed a disgusted expression.

He slowly put down the tableware in his hands.

Obviously, she couldn't do what Mr. Weasley did, briefly describing the extreme stench and then act as if nothing had happened.

Return to your dinner.

"John, what should we do about old Malfoy? If he escapes, will he come back to take revenge on you?"

Hearing this, John, whose strength was improving every day, almost burst out laughing.

"Walter? There is such a good thing?"

He smiled and stretched out his hand to pinch the little witch's face.

"In fact, if I can contact our Mr. Malfoy, I really want to try to use Draco to threaten that guy and get revenge on me quickly."

“It would be even better if we could bring a few more helpers over.

John's confidence was not blind.

Even though he had only entered Hogwarts for more than two months, he did not dare to say that he had mastered all the spells.

But, at least, he was already familiar with the low-level magic spells for daily use, as well as some magic spells that were simply used in combat.

And because of the [power inheritance of Archangel Uriel], John himself is a terrifying existence that can release superb power.

Even this high load of power is severely consumed.

For others, it would be useless after one use, but John, who has the [Dog Charm], can use his lifespan to throw it around like a copper nut.

However.

Things seemed more serious than John imagined.

The next day, he was still in the same dungeon where Lucius was imprisoned. He discussed with Snape whether to study the blood in advance and take out the internal organs of the guy in front of him first.

And when the other party shivered in fear, the silver chains made a jingling sound.

Phoenix Fox found him with its cry.

Listening to the other party's clucking voice like a hen, John's expression was strangely dull for a moment, then he tilted his head and looked uncertainly at Fox, who was squatting on his shoulder and said, "As heavy as an old hen."

"You probably want to say that Professor Dumbledore wants to see me?"

Fox nodded, but his round eyes, like pure black gems, looked at John unblinkingly.

Perhaps it was due to his perception as a high-level magical animal, or perhaps he simply felt offended by John's dull eyes just for a moment.

Originally, it could be teleported directly by a flame

, Fox brought John to the office.

After a cry, a ball of flame suddenly ignited on the spot and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

.||Mr. Snape, is it because there is always something missing in our potion research that we have been unable to succeed?"

John looked at the place where Fox disappeared and suddenly murmured thoughtfully.

He smiled slightly, and the cunning light blooming in his eyes made Snape, who was observing the giant red demon in the cage, speechless.

"Mr. Constantine, although I know that Professor Dumbledore values ​​you very much, but... I advise you not to touch his bird, otherwise he will fall out."

Snape said, but John seemed to instantly catch the flash of embarrassment on his face.

obviously.

In front of magical animals like Phoenix Fox, every tear, feather, and even the poop is an excellent potion material.

To say that Snape never acted.

John didn't believe it.

The research on the potion itself is an extremely material-consuming process. It would be okay if Snape came forward and asked Dumbledore once or twice, but if he asked for more, the other party would obviously be unhappy.

"Teacher Snape, I can see that there should be some very interesting stories between you and Fox."

John smiled.

When he arrived at Dumbledore's office, he was not surprised to see the Minister of Magic who had survived the catastrophe.

"Mr. Minister, I didn't expect to see you again."

John greeted the other party with a smile, but what he said made Fudge, who had just opened his mouth to say something, choke in an instant.

A smile flashed in Dumbledore's eyes.

He naturally knew that although John was a person who was willing to deal with these demons and evil spirits, he was also unwilling to see more innocent people die in vain at the hands of these evil spirits.

But... he also knew that John had never been a person who liked to wrong himself.

really.

Just as John sat down, Dumbledore recounted the current situation.

John turned his head and looked at Fudge, who was obviously embarrassed, with a "surprised" look on his face.

"Walter?! Mr. Minister, are you saying that Mr. Malfoy, who was controlled by the power of the devil, ran away? But I remember that before you accepted it from me, you clearly said that you were very professional... (Okay Zhao )..."

Cornelius Fudge:

He lowered his head slightly. In the past, he wanted to be more tough in front of Dumbledore, but today he was facing a first-year wizard like John.

They all became timid.

"This, I didn't expect this... In short, Mr. Constantine, I heard Professor Dumbledore say that you are an excellent exorcist."

John interrupted: "So, Minister Fudge hopes that I can help you recapture Lucius?"

Fudge nodded, and then glanced nervously at Dumbledore, who had been silent.

"There are also other evil spirits who escaped from the Department of Mysteries...about thirteen in total."

Thirteen?!

John couldn't help but feel a little shocked.

Since there are people in the so-called Department of Mysterious Affairs who are similar to exorcists or Vatican clergy.

And there seems to be some research going on.

That is to say, the evil spirits that can be imprisoned there by the other party are definitely not low in strength.

In fact, they are all existences of at least B level and above, and possibly even higher.

John nodded happily.

"Of course there is no problem He."

Fudge's eyes couldn't help but flashed with incredible joy. It seemed that even he didn't expect that John agreed so easily.

"I……"

Before he could say his thanks, John, who was sitting in front of him, suddenly started to count with his fingers.

"Minister Fudge, the fees for our exorcists are as follows: D-class evil spirits cost 10,000 pounds, and C-class evil spirits range from 30,000 to 10,000 pounds depending on the situation."

"Depending on the situation, the B-level demon starts at 500,000 pounds and the maximum price does not exceed 2 million. Of course, Mr. Lucius's current situation is an A-level demon.

"A-level devil starts at 1,000,000 pounds"

"Walter?!" Fudge was so angry that he stood up from his seat on the spot.

"Mr. Constantine, you, you are robbing!".