curse the world at hogwarts

"At least it's more black! Just more!"

Even though they had finished counting, packing, and sealing things, and the little wizards began to look for things that were related to them under the guidance of Ollivander and Rhine's guidance, Maleficent was still chattering in Rhine's head.

"I respect your cultural background, green doesn't have to exist!"

"That's not the problem!"

Rhine was really speechless.

Black, automatic, magic suit?

What kind of prison-style attire is this?

Not to mention personal preference for this dress, Rhine knew that there was such a thing in the magic world.

That is the big black deep V that Lao Fu wears in the future. It is said that he will secretly wear black stockings underneath.

Even for this reason, Rhine couldn't bring himself to get one of the same color.

If a war breaks out one day, and the two of them transform together like this, Dumbledore might decide to kill both of his brothers...

Dying from wearing a shirt is probably one of the most ridiculous ways to die in the world.

Even if he was asked about it afterwards, Dumbledore didn't need to explain too much, he just needed to say that he was too old to see.

"I just saw this man in black rushing into Hogwarts and starting to attack us. Then the man in black suddenly appeared and attacked this man in black. Then this man in black and that man in black..."

"You are right!"

The idiots in the Ministry of Magic probably didn't even hear the end of Dumbledore's words, so they decisively ended the boss's inquiry.

Rhine Lyle?

I should have known that this hunter was not a good thing!

After Rhine's analysis, Maleficent could only say that it made sense.

After all, there is almost no second person in this world who understands better than the Queen of Love Brain Darkness how easy it is to be regarded as a bad guy by others by dressing up in all black.

"Furthermore, although Lao Fu's clothes are very ordinary, his deep V piece at least captures a fashion element, which is minimalist style."

"It would be nice for me to show up in a complicated black robe. Isn't that a flashy Death Eater?"

It can be seen how happy Rhine's mentality is because of Maleficent's promotion again and the full acquisition of the Orb Staff.

Normally, he would never be so nagging... uh...

right?

"Rhein."

Just when Rhine was trying to self-hypnotize himself into a silent person, Wednesday had returned to Rhine's side, dragging a slender but gorgeous thing in his hand.

Rhine took a look and expressed doubts at first.

This is not right!

It's so slender, it's not a coffin!

Doesn't the Ollivander family have a classic, ancient, precious and beautiful coffin?

But after taking a closer look, Rhine realized that this thing was an urgent need of the Adams family——

rapier.

Wednesday's little hand grasped the hilt of the sword and pulled it lightly. Hearing a burst of sword sound, it rolled up from the sheath, and what came into view was three feet of autumn water shimmering with cold light.

"Sigh~"

Rhine didn't understand this thing, but judging from the patterns carved on the sword, he had a bad association.

"Is this thing... suitable for actual combat?"

He heard that goblins and legendary elves liked this flashy design, which caused the weapon's breakage rate to increase infinitely.

If this happened on Wednesday, it would make Rhine cry to death.

"Don't worry, this is one of Percival's most cherished swords."

Mr. Ollivander was confused by several children, and he was busy emerging from the crowd, trying his best to protect the reputation of the family's precious treasures.

However, Rhine regarded him with deep suspicion.

This old boy is always talking about cheating. He is a profiteer among profiteers. It is hard for Rhine to believe his words.

"I can swear on the honor of my ancestors!"

Ollivander was so angry that he almost fainted and screamed at Rhine.

"Oh?"

It didn't look like Ollivander was faking it, so Rhine became interested.

Percival - second only to Galahad among the Knights of the Round Table, he is an outstanding true knight and possesses beautiful qualities that are generally absent from the Knights of the Round Table.

That is, he doesn't like being the third party, especially the third party to King Arthur and Queen.

They found a good wife amidst adventures and battles, and spent thousands of years of peace by staying with each other.

Rhine nodded as he slowly traced his fingers across the blade of the sword, using his magic power to feel the fine texture of the blade that was completely different from the complicated design, as well as the vague killing intent.

He smiled at Wednesday.

"Then, I wish you can be as outstanding as Percival, and as beautiful and pure as her husband."

Perhaps due to some mistake, Rhine actually raised the staff in his hand and tapped Wednesday's shoulders with the tail of the staff.

"..."

Wednesday raised his head, dazed for a while, then ecstatic.

"Am I sealed?"

"what?"

"I'm sealed!"

On Wednesday, with an excitement that was rarely seen on weekdays, he turned around and shouted into the distance.

"I got it! Percival!"

"I am Percival of the Knights of the Round Table!"

"..."

Rhine instantly felt a pair of... No!Several pairs of eyes full of resentment were focused on him from all directions in the cave, and he immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

Not only little Hermione, but also Neville and others can be said to have bad eyes at this moment.

Obviously, before Rhine knew it, these little guys had started a private competition for the vacant position of the Knights of the Round Table.

On Wednesday, he just made a mistake for a moment.

On the plus side, this means that the little guys are very dependent on him, which is in line with Rhine's future plans for them.

But think about the worst…

The next few days will definitely be difficult for him.

The first result of this dirty hand was that after Hermione chose the baby, she refused to show it to Rhine in order to express her depression at being outclassed by her closest friend in the most important place.

But Rhine didn't care about comforting little Hermione now. He suddenly frowned and roared at a certain little guy.

"Neville Longbottom!"

"If you dare to choose a sword, I will extend your expulsion from the master indefinitely!"

Yes.

Neville, who had been depressed recently due to being punished, suddenly had a brain twitch after seeing Rhine's praise for Wednesday, and thought that the cause and effect was Rhine's special preference for sword-wielding wizards.

He looked around and without looking back he headed towards a pile of two-handed giant swords that were almost as tall as himself!

Can Rhine let him do this?

What if Neville chooses a long sword that speaks for itself, causing the equipment slot to be seized in advance, and in the end not being recognized by the Sword of Gryffindor?

That Rhine embezzled the sword...ah!Didn’t the plan to create a sword master completely become a piece of paper?

No!

Absolutely not!

Fortunately, Neville is not a stubborn child. He smiled when he realized that his thoughts were wrong...

Then he gave up the idea that shocked Rhine.