I, Constantine, Chief Exorcist of Hogwarts

Devil's breath! ?

John's footsteps paused, and the expression of the curious young man who looked exactly like Harry Potter beside him instantly transformed into that of a ruthless veteran on the battlefield.

His eyes were like a hawk, suddenly looking towards the alley on one side.

now.

In the field of vision that belonged to him alone as an exorcist, on the path that was originally paved with cobblestones and had some rainwater in some places, there was an air current that was winding like a black python.

It is extending in the direction of the alley.

A red outline similar to the "mission target" in the previous game was scurrying around in his sight.

And it's incredibly fast.

John's expression was solemn. He had been working as an exorcist for two years since his system awakened.

Although I can't say how rich it is in terms of experience now, judging from the richness and thickness of the "devil's breath" in front of me

"C-level evil spirits can no longer reach this level, that is to say... B-level!"

John's unusual reaction aroused confusion among Professor McGonagall and others.

"What happened, John?"

After hearing this, John, who came back to his senses, immediately shook his head pretending to be relaxed.

"Uh, sorry, I seemed to have seen a snake running in that direction just now..."

Hearing this, Hagrid, who was looking over there curiously, suddenly shook his head.

"Mr. Constantine, it is likely that pets escaped from that pet shop again. Don't worry, this kind of thing happens often here. Those little ones who escaped will be caught again soon."

John nodded.

Only McGonagall frowned.

She didn't know why, but she always had a hunch that John's reaction just now was not at all due to the "escaping snake".

However, she looked towards the alley for a long time and found nothing wrong.

He shook his head helplessly.

"John, we still have a lot to do today, we need to hurry up..."

The next John was obviously much more silent than before.

Along the way, until they entered Gringotts, under the leadership of Professor Cat Girl, they went to the counter to handle the business of exchanging pounds for gold galleons.

There was no intention of coming back to consciousness for a long time.

"John, are you thinking about something? If you are worried about not having enough money, I still have a lot..."

Harry's voice was as simple and enthusiastic as ever, and the golden Galleons light almost reflected on John's face.

Let him finally come to his senses.

Looking at Harry who looked serious.

Only then did John realize that he had already completed the pound exchange procedures.

At this moment, in his hand, there was a pocket containing about 70 gold galleons.

"John, the food and accommodation in Hogwarts are free, so the money in your hand is far enough for your expenses this year. Of course, I mean that you don't buy unnecessary things randomly. thing."

Professor McGonagall's voice sounded.

John nodded to show his understanding, and at the same time looked at the unsuspecting Harry in front of him, showing him the gold Galleons in his pocket, and smiled slightly.

"Thanks, Harry, I certainly wouldn't be polite to your friend if I had to."

"friend?"

When Harry heard John's call, the smile on his expectant face became even more enthusiastic.

If John didn't seem to really need it, he might have been able to just stuff the gold Galleons in his pocket to the opponent.

For nothing else.

He had personally experienced John's strength and kindness towards him.

And nothing made Harry happier than being able to make friends like John.

Leaving Gringotts.

Several people quickly headed towards the next stop of their trip, Ollivander's Wand Shop.

It is different from Gringotts, a magnificent behemoth that reveals its age and profound heritage.

Even when I read Harry Potter's novels in my previous life, I already knew that this "wizard arms dealer" didn't pay much attention to appearance.

When I really saw the small shop in front of me, it looked like a fly house in my previous life.

John still couldn't help but look speechless.

"Ollivander: Staff-making since 312 B.C."

Seemingly sensing the suspicion in John and Harry's eyes, this time Hagrid hurriedly explained before Professor McGonagall could speak.

"Don't underestimate Ollivander's, a small store. They have never been respected by the decoration of their store."

John shrugged.

Then the doorbell rang.

"Oh~ look, this year's little wizard actually needs you to lead the way personally, Minerva?"

Ollivander's exaggerated tone immediately greeted several people as soon as they entered the store.

John looked at the surrounding display racks.

And just like in the previous life plot, Harry Potter, as the "savior", was recognized by the other party immediately.

After the latter corrected and tried, he finally got the wand that was most suitable for him.

"Oh, it is indeed this one, eleven inches, holly wood, phoenix feathers... What a wonderful fate, or in other words, destiny."

Ollivander looked at the scar on Harry Potter's forehead and sighed with emotion.

McGonagall, who didn't want the current Harry to know too much about the past, hurriedly stepped forward.

Pushing John in front of Ollivander.

"Okay, Ollivander, we have a lot of other things we haven't purchased yet, so let's quickly choose a wand for our Mr. Constantine."

Ollivander nodded, but just as he was about to follow the usual procedure, he asked to measure John's arm size.

When asking some necessary questions.

John, who had not taken the initiative to speak since he came in, suddenly spoke.

"Mr. Ollivander, I wonder if your wand shop accepts custom wands?"

"Walter?"

Everyone was stunned, and Ollivander stopped what he was doing.

"Sir, I think you have heard what Mr. Potter and I just said. Wizards do not choose wands, but wands choose their owners..."

John shook his head and said nothing, but slowly took out a glass bottle from his suitcase.

At this moment, a holy feather that seemed to have lost its gravity was floating quietly in it.

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