Reincarnated in Britain, I go to Hogwarts

It was already four o'clock when Ans jumped out of the Forbidden Forest. Although he was tired, his mind was clear. In his large robe, he was carrying a glass bottle transformed by transfiguration. There was about [-] ml of solution in the bottle. .

That's one pint (approximately 568 ml) of the venom in the body of the Acromantula, which is equal to one hundred gold galleons, so it's equivalent to about 50 gold galleons in his hand now.

But he is not short of money. If there is demand for gold galleons, he can exchange them with gold and gems. However, the venom of the Acromantula is priceless and has no market. And who is he? It is Asa. Damn, isn't it gay to poison your weapons?

Changing money is a waste.

(Snape: Huh?)

Sneaked all the way back to the dormitory, destroyed the mask and robe, and refilled the bullets for the pistol. This time was too sudden. I didn't expect that the wizard and the big spider would appear. If I hadn't subconsciously put the pistol on my body, and learned a few tricks. A highly practical spell.

It's not impossible for him to kill the spider with his bare hands, but injuries are inevitable. After all, his hands and feet are relatively short, so it would be difficult to break through the blockade of long hairy legs and spider webs.

But the harvest was good. He smiled and whispered hello to Cedric who was getting up, and the two went out for morning exercise together.

"Ans, do you like Quidditch?"

"do not like."

"If you also like... Huh? Huh! How is that possible?" Cedric stumbled when he heard this completely different answer. "You don't actually like Quidditch?"

"Why do you like it?" Ans glanced at Cedric who had regained his rhythm. "You can hit the body, but you can't hit the body completely; you can win or lose with one move (yes, it's a lift), but there is a possibility of catching the opponent. It's interesting to lose; you can score goals, win the ball and defend against the ball, but the score ratio is too low to be worthwhile, and overall, it's not interesting."

"hiss--"

The Cedric was silent. After a month of morning training with Ans, although he didn't know how powerful he was, he guessed that Ans himself could witness the Golden Snitch.

"Anse!"

Snapped--

Cedric's hands were empty.

"Let me explain in advance, I'm not gay. I like girls but not boys. Even you, Ced, my best friend~ can't just hold my hand, you bastard!!!"

"Huh? Sorry, sorry, I was abrupt."

"There's no denying it at all..." (eyes sideways)

"What? I want to ask you to join the school team!" Cedric rubbed his red hands and remembered the thought he had just had. "I believe that with Ans, Hufflepuff can definitely win the championship." It’s the Diqi Trophy! You can even get involved in the Academy Cup!”

hiss--

Ans took a breath. This kind of fiery collective honor mentality was something he didn't understand. Looking at Cedric was like a scorching volcano.

"I reject."

"Huh? Why!"

"It's impossible for me to participate just because of your request. Besides, they stipulate that first-year students can't be selected." He glanced at the big black-haired dog that was full of energy just now and turned into a mournful dog. He changed his mind and said, "But, I also You’re not a bad person, since it was you who suggested it, then if you get permission to join, then it’s not impossible for me to pry for a position.”

Hearing what Ans said, the frustrated little dog immediately became energetic, barking next to Ans... cough, patting his chest and saying that he would go find the captain of the Hufflepuff team this week.

As the proudest son of his old father and the only handsome little badger in Hufflepuff, Cedric felt that he wanted to win glory for this house that had been in decline for many years and make Hufflepuff great again.

Looking at Cedric running towards the Quidditch pitch, Ans shook his head and walked back. He would naturally be able to gather in the auditorium later.

Perhaps because of Cedric's family background, or because he didn't want to let the enthusiastic little badger down, Truman, the prefect and captain of the team, allowed him to test, and specifically asked Dean Sprout for instructions on this.

When they got the clear news in the afternoon, the entire first-grade little badger cheered. Ibuprofen was not too big a deal and asked Opera, known as the "Broom Dancer", to try it too, but she was repeatedly beaten by him. Waving his hands to show rejection, he was just playing for fun. If he really wanted to go to the arena, he would be a target.

All the seniors and seniors also came to congratulate, and some seniors from the school team even came to pat Cedric on the shoulder, hoping that Cedric could take his place. After all, this is the atmosphere of the entire Hufflepuff house, and there are some that cannot be disputed. Taoist style of grabbing.

To put it bluntly, they are Buddhists, but not completely Buddhists. When necessary, they will transform into wolves and dogs to highlight the name of Brother Flathead.

As the saying goes - a biting dog never barks!

So the seniors are very happy about Cedric's defeat. They don't like running on the field at all. They only like to be in the audience and watch happily. Why do they have to go on stage to perform and waste time practicing until they are dripping with sweat?

All the Quidditch players came to pat Cedric on the shoulder, hoping that the other player would take their place, so that they could watch their friends' embarrassing performance on the field.

Almost everyone thought so, so that even though they were laughing at each other and cheering for the brave little badger, but whether it was an illusion or not, there was a twisted devilish smile behind them.

Shaking his head and looking at Cedric who was caught in the senior's offensive, Ans quietly left the common room and walked towards the library.

As a part-time wizard who is good at using weapons, Assassin is very interested in the wands in his hands. They are all weapons. Why are some wands so magical, and why are some wands so ordinary?

If, just if, we could create a gun-type spell-casting prop from "The Evil Dead", wouldn't it be more convenient?

He casually pulled out a book about wandology and runes, and sat in a well-lit location.

The time spent concentrating on doing things passes quickly, just like playing games. The day goes by without even realizing it.

During this period, Ans roughly flipped through two books. His excellent memory allowed him to memorize them, recall them carefully in his mind, and understand them.

"Let's go, the library is closing soon."

"Ah."

Kassandra nodded in response, and went to Mrs. Pince's place to handle the rental procedures together with Ans.

"Are you interested in making wands?" On the way to the kitchen, Kassandra's thin lips opened slightly. "No, you are interested in 'widgets'. You want to improve and develop spell-casting props or magic props."

The words were affirmative and Ans was not allowed to refute.

This made Ans look sideways. He smiled sarcastically. He, the only good-looking man among this generation, showed an embarrassed look. He originally wanted to respond by pursuing knowledge, but he didn't expect that he was seen through. .

"A little interested, but you, interested in alchemy?"

Unlike Ans's rejection, Cassandra's reaction once again exceeded Ans's expectations. She nodded frankly and opened her pink lips again:

"I'm interested in the Philosopher's Stone."