Hogwarts: You are a devil!

If you are just a descendant of the Keeper of Secrets, whoever is so bored would send someone to assassinate you. The Keeper of Secrets would at most pose a threat to the followers of the God of Death, and would not be able to harm the God of Death at all.

But when Louis takes on the identity of a descendant of the Blood God, he becomes a 100% formidable enemy.

The ancient gods are all selfish. If they can occupy a plane by themselves, why should they share it with others?

"They are composed of squibs. The God of Death gave them magic power, and they became the most loyal followers of the God of Death."

Dumbledore smiled bitterly and continued to explain. When he used the soul-stealing technique and learned that those people were composed of Squibs and Obscurus patients, he knew instantly that something was wrong.

There are so many squibs in the wizarding world, especially wizards from the ordinary world, commonly known as mudbloods by the nobles.

Many of the bloodlines of their ancestors can continue to the prosperous wizarding world before the cataclysm, and some of them were mixed in after the cataclysm.

In other words, at least one tenth of the people in the world have extraordinary bloodlines in their ancestors. They may be wizards or cultivators, or they may be descendants of other cultivation systems.

It's just that it didn't manifest, causing them to be unable to practice. They are also commonly known as Squibs in the wizarding world.

If this group of people were transformed into believers by the God of Death, the scene would be unimaginable. Dumbledore felt that they could give up resistance at that time and everyone would accept their fate together.

"That's really sad news!" Louis also wore the same wry smile as Dumbledore. If nothing else, there was a squib in Hogwarts.

No wonder those people had fake characters on the attribute panel they detected. It turned out that they were wizards who relied on the power of the God of Death.

"Can we create a wizard registration law and register each wizard's identity after awakening his magic power?"

In this way, the Squibs can be distinguished. Whichever Squib uses magic will be a Death follower.

"I'm sorry I can't. Due to the situation in the wizarding world, no one is willing to disclose their specific situation."

Yes, Louis nodded, just like their family, if someone comes to ask for the family's funds, they must not be able to give it to him.

"Stop talking about this, after going through this battle, do you have anything to say?"

Dumbledore didn't want to dwell on the issue of Death followers for too long. With the three old guys here, Louis didn't need to worry about this kind of thing.

"There really is one!"

"Well, you go ahead." Dumbledore pretended to be listening.

"Not long ago, I found Ms. Ravenclaw's secret room, and she asked me to send a copy of the manuscript to the organization."

A box of ancient books fell on the floor, and Dumbledore's eyes instantly widened.

"You found the Ravenclaw's Chamber of Secrets!" His voice rose an octave and sounded a bit sharp.

"Yes, just last Thursday, Ms. Gray and I found and obtained everything in the secret room."

"God bless the wizarding world! We are finally saved!" Dumbledore's old face flushed with excitement. He subconsciously stood up from the chair and touched the wooden box with trembling hands.

No wonder he was so excited. The three old guys, Louis, and the successors of the Secret Keepers after Louis all needed an unchanged secret method of breakthrough.

And Ms. Ravenclaw is the most likely person to leave behind the secret method of inheritance.

Looking at Louis who was dumbfounded and obviously surprised by his appearance, Dumbledore couldn't help but feel a little shy and said to him with a straight face:

"If you have nothing to do, you can go back first. You did a good job on the manuscript. If you have time, take a look at the manuscript left by the lady. If you can find any information related to breaking through the secret method, come and see me as soon as possible."

Nodding helplessly, Lao Deng had given the order to see off the guests. Why was he still staying here? He could only turn around and go out, heading downstairs.

Qiuzhang Xiaonizi didn't know where she was, so he planned to go look for it. On the way, he could also go to Hagrid's hut and say thank you to Hagrid.

On the large lawn in front of the castle, a group of young wizards, led by Mrs. Hooch, were preparing for class.

Next to them was an old antique broom, probably a Samsung Sweeper produced before and after World War II. It was a lot worse than Beauxbatons' magic broom.

When Louis was in first grade, he used high-end magic brooms handmade by his seniors. Not only were they extremely fast, but they also had much better control than the magic brooms on the market.

Later, I asked Annie to customize a top-quality broom. In a situation like the last time, I could escape on the broom even if I couldn't defeat him.

Before they reached the center of the lawn, the little wizards suddenly started making a noise. One of the little guys couldn't control his broomstick, maybe because he was transmitting too much magic power.

The broomstick is a very common alchemy prop. As a transportation tool, it, like cars in the human world, automatically absorbs and stores free magic power from the wizarding world.

The entire process is composed of alchemical magic patterns. All alchemy props are engraved with alchemical magic patterns. Magic patterns can give ordinary objects extraordinary powers.

When a wizard controls a broom, he only needs to input a little magic power into it to control the broom to run. The more magic power is input, the faster the broom works and the faster it flies.

The broom carried the little wizard higher and higher. Perhaps because he was too scared, Neville Longbottom forgot Mrs. Hooch's instructions and involuntarily sent more magic power into the broomstick.

Could it be that you encountered a flying lesson plot?Louis frowned and looked at Neville on the broomstick. He was being carried around by the out-of-control broom and crashed into the outer wall of the castle together with the broom.

Also, only first-year wizards need to take flying lessons, and they are taken by two classes together, so the probability of meeting Harry and the others is very high.

A realization flashed through his mind, it seemed that the unlucky guy on the broom was Neville, the fat little guy who had met Louis once on the train.

The broom flew Neville to the ground. At that speed, even if it was a soft lawn, it would at least cause serious injury if it hit him.

He took out the dragon from the wand bag. If he remembered correctly, Neville would eventually hang on the bronze statue on the top of the castle.

Neville yelled and pulled up the broom, escaping from danger before having close contact with the lawn. The out-of-control broom flew him towards where Harry and others were standing.

Neville was so scared now that his mind went blank. His only hope was Mrs. Hooch, hoping that she could save him.

"Lomba..."

Mrs. Hooch pointed her wand at Neville. This was the first time she had encountered such a thing. She was so frightened that she was sweating and didn't know what to do.

The moment Neville flew closer, Mrs. Hooch and the little wizards moved to both sides to avoid being hit by Neville.

Drilling out of the doorway, you can see a thick stone wall in front of you.

"Do not……"

Neville hurriedly raised his broom and hit it at the current speed. He was probably going to become the first wizard to die in flying class at Hogwarts.