Spell Players at Hogwarts

Sent by the Holy See?

What are the people from the Holy See looking for?

By the way, isn’t the relationship between the Holy See and wizards always hostile?

Several questions appeared in Lynch's mind one after another. Faced with Luther's words, Lynch only thought about it for a moment.

But...that’s all the bishops of the Holy See?

A big fan of Duel Cards?And he is still a middle-aged man who looks a little fat in his early thirties!

Who would allow such a man to become a bishop?

You get so excited by singing hymns and you dress up to add to the fun?

Sure enough, Voldemort's vision became worse and worse. In response to Tom's confusing behavior, Lynch had to lower Tom's rating by one star.

Although some people seem to have no flaws, if they really become hostile...

Well, except for his poor brain, Professor Tom seems to have no flaws.

Sure enough, if you do anything to the extreme, you will become powerful...well, except for the idiots who can burst their clothes.

Although I don't expect the Auror Office to give any answers, leaving Luther in private confinement in a tavern or something like that... is something illegal that we won't do.

Besides, as a law-abiding citizen, the Ministry of Magic should provide protection, right?

Lynch praised his wit. Regardless of whether the other party regarded him as a Death Eater or something else, there was nothing Lynch could do in front of so many wizards.

This is not appropriate.

Besides, what can I do to cooperate with the Holy See? Could it be that I can help the other party spread their faith among wizards...

Sure enough, it would be better to send a message to Dumbledore.

Lin Qi calmly took out his cell phone and asked Rachel to send him a copy of the man's photo. After flipping through it for a long time, Lin Qi found an avatar in blue star pajamas in the list.

"Tsk!"

After making a similar exclamation, Lynch quickly recounted to Dumbledore the man's photo and the fact that he reported his family name.

Looking at the long information column that looked like a paper, it turned out that Simplified Chinese was the only correct answer.

Five minutes later, Dumbledore sent a text message.

"What does the smiling cat head mean?"

Looking at Dumbledore's reply, Lynch poked the Tmall elf who was standing by with questions.

"Master, according to Professor Dumbledore's usage analysis, Professor Dumbledore is saying that he knows."

Maomao explained beside him, and Lin Qi's expression gradually...

(￣ ー￣)

The old man is talking about teenage madness?

Although he didn't quite understand Dumbledore's operation, Lynch was relieved to know this understatement.

Since Dumbledore said nothing, those things were no trouble.

Before Tom is truly resurrected, Dumbledore's credibility must be a plus.

But...why hasn't Brian come back yet?

Looking at the change of time, it has been more than half an hour. How long does it take to find an Auror and hand someone over?

But after all, you are doing things for yourself, so why not give it a little more time?

After finalizing the plan with Rachel that Brian would be treated as absenteeism if he didn't come back within an hour, Lynch also went upstairs with a donut in his mouth.

Dedication means treating the workplace as your home.

Although she is not so willing, anyone can tease the old mother's tiger whiskers?

At the same time, in a certain neighborhood in London, two figures covered in pitch black were carrying a fainted man through a dark alley.

The original silence of the alley was broken. A foot-long pure black kitten emerged from the trash can warily. It looked at the three of them and roared threateningly.

"Meow~"

After that, the cat also showed off its tail. The originally slender and soft tail suddenly turned into a huge hair brush as the hair stood up.

"Ah, sorry, sorry, we are not here to grab territory."

A man raised his hand and then pressed it down to signal the cat to relax, but judging from the actual effect...

"Good boy, God will bless you..."

The man stretched out his palm, and a soft white light wandered on his fingertips, one inch, two inches...

The cat kept backing up, cursing and saying something, but soon the cat's eyes became more radiant, and then the tail behind the cat slowly lowered, and the fangs that were originally bared also slowly retracted. .

"God is with you, friend." The man showed a friendly smile, looked at the soft yellowish light in the cat's pupils and stretched out his eyes involuntarily...

"Meow~"

(Don’t touch me)

"Oh, F**k!"

The man retracted his hand reflexively and muttered some peaceful and friendly words.

A trace of disdain flashed in the eyes of the cat that no longer had its furry hair. As a cat with quality and faith, how could it accept provocation from humans?

10 minute later.

"What the hell are you doing Luther? I asked you to try your hand, and you ended up with... this thing can also be a believer?"

"Hey, don't be like this, Devin, what's wrong with the cat? This is a cat that dominates two blocks and is born with a bit of magic..."

"Cat, yes, and then, what can we use it for? Rewrite a ritual or hymn, and then have a bunch of believers meowing?" Devin looked at the man in front of him doubtfully.

"Isn't this an attempt to develop followers of his species? This is work, Devin!" Luther looked serious, with his hands clasped together, as if he were a serious priest.

"Praise God!" Luther said with great affection. He looked down at the cat at his feet. The cat...

Cat: ∠(?』∠)_

"Ahem, this is not important. What is important is that it can also provide us with the power of faith." Luther said very seriously, while Devin had a suspicious expression on his face.

"Really?"

"Of course!" Luther nodded, "I'm a professional in this area."

"As long as magic is generated, it can provide God with the power of faith. For such a little kitten, if I'm not mistaken, he can provide more power in a day than ten ordinary believers."

"Really?"

"Of course!"

"This..." Devin was a little excited, "Then didn't we find another way?"

"Yes, Devin." Luther nodded seriously.

"Sure enough, you were engraved with the stigmata for a reason." Devin gave Green a hug, "By the way, how did you turn this cat into a believer, and what level of faith does it have?"

"Ahem... It doesn't matter Devin, every living being should be loved and cared for by God."

"Wait... did you just use... the seed of faith?"

"I mean, it's not important..."

"How much did it cost?" Devin's face turned ugly. "in the end……"

"Ten thousand believers pray for one year!" Luther opened his eyes in embarrassment, "Hey, think about it, if this cat can live for 1000 years..."

"Fuck you for 1000 years!" Devin choked and pulled out a dark red handle-like cross-shaped weapon from his trouser leg.

Devin held the longer end, leaving only the short handle less than three centimeters, and pointed it at the fat man in front of him.

"We can actually talk." Luther said dryly, but the cat watching the show seemed to have completely lost interest. It raised its head and looked around, as if it had noticed something, and the airplane ears above its head flickered. Then the most ferocious predator on earth rushed out into the darkness.

Cats are nocturnal animals that hunt mice, birds and other animals for food.

"It can also pray?"

"I think... it should be possible." Luther said uncertainly, "After all, cats and other things... are usually very quiet, right?"

"Yeah, it's very quiet." Devin sneered twice, and a blue halo appeared on the three-centimeter short handle.

"Let's play, let's make fun, don't make fun of the black keys."

"Do you think I'm kidding?" Devin sneered, and under the arc of blue magic light, a bright edge slowly took shape.

"No, Devin, Devin..." Luther cried bitterly, "I don't deserve what you do!"

"It's not worth it. Do you think you can still fool me?"

Devin yelled, and thrust out the long sword in his hand, like a poisonous snake hidden in the grass protruding its head and tightening... tight...

"Get away from me! You fucking... how dare you destroy the anti-magic on my clothes?"

"Anti-magic?" Luther raised his head and smiled, looking at Devin who was strangled by the tights and couldn't breathe.

"Didn't you buy this dress at a London department store? When did you change it into a combat weapon?"

"You fucking... actually used my guilt..."

Devine fell, and the black key in his hand fell to the ground and turned into a red wooden handle again.

"It's really... troublesome!" Luther scratched his head and didn't look at Devin, who was gagged with clothes. Based on his friend's character, if he was sent away at this time, he would use his teeth as a hidden weapon to spray out. Not necessarily.

"What kind of monsters are the Inquisition?" Luther stepped over Devin's body nonchalantly. Behind Devin, Brian, who was supposed to send him to the Ministry of Magic, was lying on the ground with his eyes closed and a smile on his face.

After squatting in front of Brian's face for a long time, Luther choked out a few words.

"Trouble!"

Luther grabbed his hair in great pain, and then something came from the dark alley...

What kind of a bunch of people are the intelligence organizations in the Sanctuary?

Why is that little wizard so difficult to deal with?

During this period, Luther also took out his treasured Christmas Artoria, but the activities in September were the top priority.

Artoria...swimsuit!

"I must get it!" Luther roared up to the sky, and Devine, who had lost his strength, gradually lost the light in his eyes.

What kind of thing did you go on the mission with?

And why does this damn transformation technique still smell fishy...

Ok?

Devin tried to break free...

Devin failed!

"What should I do with you?"

After venting for a while, Luther lowered his head again, looked at Brian's smiling face, and slowly pressed a dark wand against Brian's temple.