Reincarnated in Britain, I go to Hogwarts

"Two new professors are here, so tomorrow's train...is there no problem?"

History has its own inertia, and the so-called world-wide convergence also exists. If tomorrow's train does not have someone like the Professor who can be relied on, what should we do if the dementors appear for some strange reason from the Ministry of Magic?

——The dividing line between boys and girls’ thinking——

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London King's Station

Ans and Cassandra walked into the station side by side, and they were both keenly aware of the improvement of the security personnel. The man sitting on the waiting chair reading the newspaper, the sisters holding hands intimately over there, and even the man cleaning the glass above, There are at least ten wizards.

They didn't pay too much attention to it, because the two of them were out-and-out Hogwarts students, and they were even more surprised when they walked into the "inner station".

Different from the dementors who only appeared while the train was in the movie, now, where the train stops, there are two dementors guarding the entrance of each carriage, and beside the dementors, there are members of the Ministry of Magic. Keep an eye on it, like a hound and its owner.

However, according to the information Ans and Cassandra learned, there was no so-called "dementor language". Therefore, it is very dangerous for wizards and dementors to stay together, just like leaving a dog on a leash. Dog, and that dog has [-]% of the violent factor deep in its genes.

"Is the Ministry of Magic okay?"

Although I was worried about releasing something that I couldn't control before, I didn't expect that the Ministry of Magic would be so powerful.

"Is it because there is no place to put it, so we take it out for a walk?"

After witnessing all this, Ans and Cassandra each expressed their feelings. Their words were gentle and did not attract anyone's attention, although their looks were stunning enough.

It's just that they have no intention of becoming 'stars', but the kind of dementors who have no physical body and very little reason and basically rely on instinct to survive don't think so.

They are the agents of [Sun] and [Moon] respectively. The breath of their souls is special. If I need to use one word to describe it, it would be - fragrant. If I need one word, it would be - seductive.

In other words, to you soul-catching dogs, this is what walking meat buns are like.

Noticing the Dementor's impending move, Ans felt that his mood was ruined by a mad dog.

But fortunately, the Ministry of Magic staff around him did not neglect their duties. They were attracted by Cassandra's appearance and reacted in time to stop the dementors' actions. Even if he is a wizard, he is only a mortal and cannot detect Cassandra and The delicacy of Anse's soul.

The Dementor stopped, but it was definitely not because of the master's order, but because of the instinct of the creature. Even if it has no body and no genes, deep in its soul, while coveting Ans and Cassandra, it is still Feeling the fear.

If individuals are not sure, then use group tactics.

Between having nothing to eat and having to eat only a little of the cake, Dementor A instinctively chose the latter.

Perhaps, they have forgotten the terror that Ans once created in Azkaban.

Oh, yes, the face has changed, they don’t remember it.

Of course, this is a joke. This is all thanks to the power of [Moon], which can cover Ans with a thin veil, just like the dark clouds covering the moon. Although there is still weak moonlight, it can be seen that The identity of the moon is unclear.

Therefore, if someone is not of the same personality as Ans, such as Cassandra, or an existence of a higher level, it is impossible to capture Ans's unique soul fluctuations.

"Do you know the oriental masterpiece Journey to the West?"

After sitting down, Ans glanced at Cassandra and smiled.

"Do you want to say that we are a pair of monks?" Cassandra twitched the corner of her mouth, seeming to feel helpless, but unable to refute, "Let's not talk about it for now, I am going to the prefect's compartment, you..."

"Come over for lunch?"

"Ah."

After the simple discussion, Cassandra left, and Ans also took out an ice-cold soda and lily from the box and looked at the novel.

It is understandable that Cassandra went to the prefect carriage. As a person who plans to make the name "Winston" throughout the magical world, Cassandra's approach is no less than building an empire, that is, becoming a queen.

After all, this is a kind of subversion. A Muggle-born person, the so-called "Mudblood" actually wants to gain a foothold in the magical world and reach the top. It is undoubtedly a blasphemy and provocation to those "pure bloods".

Therefore, she needs "allies" and "friends". She doesn't need to have a good relationship, she just needs to not become an obstacle when the time comes. Being the prefect of Slytherin at Hogwarts is undoubtedly a kind of capital, if used properly.

As time passed, students began running and fighting in the aisles of the train.

"Oh no, my Venocent Spider!"

"Hahaha! What a giant spider! It's no match for my bloodthirsty mantis!! Oh!!"

"Hahahaha! The characteristic of the Venocent Giant Spider is that it can live again in the belly of a predator!!"

There was a lot of noise outside, as if it was a war between two giant creatures, and the boys' happiness was so simple.

dong dong dong-

Someone knocked on the door, and Ansi looked up and saw a little girl with long blond hair and blue eyes.

Nodding towards her, she smiled softly at Answen and walked in carrying a big box.

Considering that he was a boy, older than her, and quite beautiful, Ans raised his hand for her.

The girl watched in surprise as her big box flew onto the luggage rack on its own, and she quickly understood who helped.

"Thanks for the help, I'm Astoria from the Greengrass family."

"Ankunais Wick, you don't need to be too polite. Are you a new student? Just call me Wick or Ans. I will be a fifth-year student after enrollment."

No one can resist a cute little girl.

"Greengrass? If I remember correctly, he should be one of the 28 purebloods in the British wizarding world?"

"That's right, is it senior?" Miss Greengrass was very smart. After hearing Ans's words and recalling the pure-blood families, she understood, "There is no need to worry, I am not very... how should I say? Discrimination? In fact, I don’t care too much about bloodline, so you don’t need to mind it too much?”

"Yes, you are telling the truth." A red light flashed in Ans's eyes. Judging from the heart rate and micro-expression, the little girl opposite did not mind blood. "It's rare. I thought only Weasley could do that." It doesn’t matter, I didn’t expect you to be one of them.”

Pointing at the girl, Ans was very happy. In his opinion, the so-called white supremacy and blood supremacy were things related to "interest" and were not as pure as they said.

As a treat to his new friend, Anse gave her a glass of ice-cold Sprite.

This kind of fizzy soda will undoubtedly make Miss Greengrass, who has lived in the "backward" magic world for a long time, shine.

Gumbling--

"what--"

The girl exhaled freely with a hint of lemon, looked at Ans, and laughed together.