Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

Slytherin felt like he was torn apart.

I originally thought he was just a young boy who was still wet behind the ears, but with a little talent.

He could easily deal with it.

But that was the angel realm, what did the six-winged angel represent?

At least a strong man of the same level as him, or even stronger, was he slaughtered so easily by that boy?

Could it be that Lawrence gave the angels a laxative, making them unable to muster strength?

In short, Slytherin was unwilling to believe this fact anyway.

He escaped to the Outer Realm with a narrow escape, and wanted to go to a higher level world, but ended up going around in circles and back to the starting point.

If he had known that he could be promoted in this world earlier, why would he have bothered so much?

Slytherin didn't say anything, and Peter beside him was also silent.

He was not stupid enough to ask when Slytherin would go to trouble Lawrence, he was just lamenting his misfortune.

He had recognized three masters, two of whom were wiped out by Lawrence, and the third was almost killed.

It was his nature to rely on the strong, and he thought about betraying Slytherin and finding a stronger master.

But Peter quickly gave up this idea.

No one would want a waste like him to go to any God's domain, so it's better to go all the way.

As long as Slytherin didn't provoke Lawrence, he could continue to live.

Instantly, Peter Pettigrew's eyes became firm.

This thigh can't be lost!

"My lord, I will help you collect some more information." Peter stood up and said loyally.

"No need." Slytherin shook his head slowly, "Go to a place with me."

"Where to go?" Peter looked at him puzzledly.

"Avalon." Slytherin stood up and walked out hunched over. "After all, the British Isles are her territory. Seeing such a monster appear, she probably can't sit still."

Facts have proved that Slytherin's guess was correct. Morgan is indeed panicking now.

Avalon is known as the kingdom of fairies. There are hundreds of fairies living in it. There are not only ordinary fairies like the greedy ones in the outside world, but also fairies with special abilities. 087

Although he never leaves home, Morgan's speed of obtaining information is much faster than other divine realms.

"This Lawrence... What secrets does he have?"

Sitting on the throne, Morgan is surrounded by a sea of ​​flowers. The watering of the flower fairies makes each flower extremely beautiful and exudes a charming fragrance.

But compared with Morgan on the throne, he pales in comparison.

Morgan frowned at this moment, feeling a deep sense of uneasiness in her heart.

As early as the first time they met, she felt Wayne's hostility towards her.

It was not the natural vigilance caused by the first meeting, but the naked hostility towards Morgan.

Although Wayne hid it well, the womanSometimes people's sixth sense is unreasonable, without basis, and purely based on intuition.

Morgan couldn't figure it out. When he left Blue Star, Wayne's ancestors were not born yet.

Why did he hate me?

Because she saved Slytherin?

No, that feeling existed before she said anything about Slytherin.

Just when Morgan couldn't figure it out, a flower fairy flew in.

"Mr. Morgan, Mr. Slytherin is here to visit you."

"Who?" Morgan's face changed.

The cute flower fairy was a little surprised, "Mr. Slytherin."

"No." Morgan said decisively, "Go tell him that the friendship between neighbors ends here, and in the future... forget it, let's just run away."

In the astonished eyes of the flower fairy, Morgan directly used his authority to carry Avalon and ran away.

Morgan is known as the last princess of Britain, but in fact she is the fairy queen born in the magic lake of Avalon. This secret realm is like her staff, which can be controlled at will.

Morgan is sure that Grace, who is beside Wayne, has a deep hatred with Slytherin. She is crazy to keep in touch with Slytherin (bdac). Is she afraid that Wayne doesn't hate her enough?

Outside world.

Peter of Slytherin stared at the vast and boundless lake in front of him, which shrank rapidly and finally turned into a drop of dew and shot into the distance.

"My lord, what should we do now?" Peter asked stutteringly.

Slytherin's face turned pale and blue, and finally red like a monkey's butt.

"What should I do? How the hell should I know?"

"Morgan! You are such a coward!"

Wayne was far away in London, and he didn't know that his move scared Morgan into running away with Avalon overnight, leaving Slytherin isolated and helpless.

He was sorting out the collection in the Angel Castle with Grace.

Hogwarts was full of fans, and there were people around him wherever he went, so he simply didn't go back to school these days.

"Finally it's done." Grace wiped the sweat from her forehead. The two of them hadn't slept for the past few days and had been busy, but even so, they only sorted out everything.

Except for a few important documents, the others were not studied carefully.

"The harvest is okay." Wayne commented.

Not to mention the documents about ancient times and the information about the original world of angels, in terms of magic, only one-third of the content is useful to ordinary wizards.

And these contents need to be carefully studied and revised before they can be transformed into the current magic system.

But only one-third of the number is enough to rival the library of Hogwarts, and all of them are high-quality content.

Grace was a little hesitant. She wanted to help Wayne organize these documents into a modern magic system, but her energy was really limited. She didn't know when she could finish it. (For a cool novel, go to飞卢小说网！ ）

"Don't worry about it for now." Wayne saw her thoughts and said, "Just find some simpler light magic applications. They can't learn too difficult ones."

At the end, Wayne couldn't help but sigh.

The overall quality of the students is still too poor. If everyone has A talent, or even some S-level, the role of these ancient magics will be greatly increased.

Unlike now, there is a treasure mountain, but no qualification to dig.

Grace was silent.

The two looked at the reincarnation pool outside the castle at the same time.

The God of Light, or God, like the legends of other gods, comes from the same world with highly developed magic civilization.

In that world, the God of Light, Odin, Zeus and other gods are all genuine gods.

But a war of gods destroyed everything, the world collapsed, the gods fell, and only some shrimp soldiers and crab generals from the edge of the world escaped.

During the long years of wandering, the legends who were able to explore in the void also left the small world, resulting in the strongest in the God's Domain being only pseudo-legendary level after being attracted by the earth.

But there are many treasures and inheritances left in it.

For example, the confiscated reincarnation pool.

The pool water inside is the magic essence condensed by the power of faith. Devout believers can become angels through the reincarnation pool. Not only will their lifespan be endless, but their strength and talent will also be transformed.

But everything has a price. After reincarnation, the angels will never have the possibility of breaking through to become true gods. Moreover, after being baptized, they will be absolutely loyal to the God of Light, never betray, and will not disobey the orders of higher-level angels.

Even if they are ordered to die, they will seriously ask what kind of death should be used, and then strictly execute it. []

It's almost the same as puppets.

"I'll try to see if I can transform the reincarnation pool." Wayne rubbed his chin, "It's okay if the effect is weaker, as long as it can improve the qualifications of one level."

He is not interested in becoming a god through faith, nor does he need fanatics. What he needs are capable subordinates who can do things.

And the steps for the reincarnation pool to gather the power of faith are too complicated. If Wayne wants to use it, he has to establish a religion first.

Grace nodded, "Okay, you take the reincarnation pool away, I'll be responsible for studying the information in the book."

"Well, don't tire yourself." Wayne kissed her forehead lightly, then smiled, "You work hard slowly, I'll go catch fish first."

Ten days have passed since the destruction of the Angel Realm, and the British Ministry of Magic has gathered a large number of wizards from other countries who have traveled across the ocean.

They came here for only one purpose, that is, to hug thighs.

The wizarding world is exposed, and many magic ministries can no longer guarantee the safety of domestic wizards surrounded by various dangers.

Some are facing the government's relentless pressure, some are being beaten to a pulp by ancient wizards, and even the Ministry of Magic in several countries has been destroyed and ruled by ancient wizards.

There are also countries close to the divine realm, living in anxiety every day. After fully realizing the power Lawrence possesses, they urgently seek asylum.

However, none of these people saw Wayne, and he did not return to Hogwarts at all.

In desperation, they could only come to London and wait.

That day, Wayne quietly returned to Hogwarts, waited until the students were out of class, and quietly asked Gardevoir to take Hermione back to the small world in the suitcase.

"You're back!" Hermione was very surprised to see the boy who had disappeared for half a month.

Wayne smiled and hugged her, "I could have come back a long time ago, but I got a piece of news unexpectedly, so I went to find a gift for you."

"I don't need any gifts." Hermione rubbed his chest, "It's better for you to spend more time with me when you have time."

"These are two different things." Wayne shook his head, "I won't leave Hogwarts for a while, I have plenty of time to accompany you, let's go check out the gifts first."

Pulling Hermione's hand, Wayne took her to the lake.

Hermione then noticed that the lake next to the cabin had expanded a lot, and it was almost the same size as the Black Lake.

Seeing his master, Tuantuan, who was lying on the lakeside basking in the sun, came over, but was kicked away by Wayne mercilessly.

"Don't disturb my business, Tuantuan."

"Ah!"

The giant panda rolled into a ball in anger, turned his head away angrily, and didn't look at his master.

"What gift are you talking about?" Hermione looked at the calm lake, feeling a little strange.

Wayne did not answer, but asked: "Do you remember our bet?"

"Bet?" Hermione blinked, "Which one are you talking about?"

She and Wayne have made bets so many times that even she, who has a good memory, can't remember them all. Although she loses every time, she still enjoys it.

This has become a little fun between the two.

It is the punishment after each failure that makes Hermione blush.

"First grade, by the Black Lake, there is something about mermaids."

With Wayne's reminder, Hermione finally remembered it, and said in disbelief: "...Did you find it?"

"Of course." Wayne smiled slightly and shouted to the lake: "Nana, come out."

The calm lake water rippled, and a fish-like figure came from far away, and a head popped out.

It was a beautiful girl with dark green wavy hair. Two shells covered her sensitive parts. She jumped lightly, half of her body was out of the water, and her lower body was a fish tail reflecting colorful light.

The mermaid girl greeted timidly, "Hello, Miss Granger, I am Nana Haige.".