The White Lord Professor at Hogwarts

I saw that the handwriting on the last page became scrawled again, and it was written with dark red magic: "From now on, our Hogwarts school has an additional basic school motto to warn those who cause trouble. Although this will definitely happen, But try to delay the arrival of this matter as long as possible..."

The diary stops here.

But everyone knows what will be written next.

When Ricardo saw this, he felt chills running down his spine, and a burst of cold sweat broke out behind him, as if he had been thrown into the ice and snow in an instant.

He knew this school motto, and all the students at Hogwarts also knew it. They always thought it meant not to touch other people's bottom lines easily. This was just a requirement for being a human being at Hogwarts, just like the motto of the Chinese Muggle School. "Simple, sincere and persevering" and "constantly striving for self-improvement".

However, this diary seems to be saying that this is not a rule of thumb, this is - this is - a mysterious story from ancient history, and this story will happen again.By that time, everything will perish, everything will cease, humanity will fall into destruction, and everything will cease to exist.

Mian, dragon, don't disturb.

……

A strange figure was holding a wine glass, standing at the edge of the scene in front of him. The scarlet glass was filled with an alluring and terrifying aura, and the smell of blood seemed to be smelling in the wind.

A chill penetrated into the bones, making people tremble for a moment when the brain could not think, and finally, all expressions were frozen.

Kassandra walked towards the figure. A green moon was embedded in the night sky above the figure. The bright moonlight poured into the world, coating the two of them with a layer of silver gauze.

"There's no need to come here, girl," the strange figure said, "If I wanted to, you wouldn't be able to come to my place."

"It's just a small space spell, Barbling," Cassandra sneered, "Space transformation can't trap me."

"You spent a year, no, half a year studying magic, and you just want to trouble me?" Babuling didn't look back. "I have to say that the last negotiation seemed to make you too arrogant. Don't think that there is a The holy weapon is invincible, girl, there are some methods you will never think of."

Cassandra paused, looking down as if thinking.After a long time, he said:

"I don't think I am invincible. On the contrary, in this castle, even if I use all my methods, I will be defeated by you and Dumbledore - maybe, someone else can be added."

"Dumbledore, well, it would be an honor to be compared to him," Barbling said in a teasing tone, "So what are you going to do with me, Miss Warley?"

"A deal, Barbling." Cassandra waved her hand, and a crystal clear purple crystal ball appeared in her hand.

Under the moonlight, the purple crystal ball emits a mysterious light. If you look carefully, you will find something flowing in it.

"Oh, the blood of Cain?" Babuling's nose flickered and she turned around, "What are you going to exchange for? This thing is indeed very attractive to me, whether it's for my master or for strengthening."

"I want to use your family's sacred weapon once..."

"I also want to have this power, but..." She turned around again in disappointment and took a sip of the liquid in the glass. "Besides, that thing was played with by our head..."

"Then it's a false holy weapon." Cassandra interrupted.

The air was silent for a moment.

Babuling took a step back this time, and in an instant, she came behind Cassandra and bent down: "Oh? Really, little girl? Are you sure? The pseudo-sacred artifacts I have here...are all disposable. "

"I know," Kassandra took a step forward without leaving a trace, "Pretending God's will and making utensils are skills to fight against the world. Now, they are basically lost. Even our family only has a few left. Counterfeit. And the space-type pseudo-sacred artifact... only exists in your family."

"It seems that I can only mobilize one," Babuling sighed, "So, what are you going to trade for? The blood of Cain is really not enough."

Babuling seemed to have remembered something again and asked curiously: "By the way, what are you going to do with this guy, little guy?"

Kassandra didn't speak, her fingertips slid, and the green fluid lit up along the path.

"Oh -" Babuling drawled, "It's for this. So, what are you going to give in exchange for - what?"

Barbling was stunned and looked blankly at the items Cassandra took out from the pendant.

"Astrological tablets? Crystal skulls? And this...Zolkin Calendar? So many sacred artifacts related to time...Which family did you copy?"

"I like a Muggle saying very much, it's called 'Capitalism comes to the world, and every pore is dripping with blood and filth from head to toe'. So, Ms. Babbling, do you... intend to trade?"

"You impressed me, Miss Worley," Babling straightened up and her eyes became serious. "A minute ago, I thought you were playing a trick that a 1-year-old girl might play. But this time... Worley, Your control over the family exceeds our assessment of you."

"Fire can't burn Europa. I'm not interested at all in a place where there are gods close to me." Cassandra shook her head. "America...is enough for me."

"Do you know? Human ambition is boosted step by step by achievements," Babuling sighed, "You are only 12 years old and you don't understand how deadly greed can be."

"Then I will also head to Australia first," Kassandra analyzed calmly. "Unless those old immortals all meet Merlin, I won't touch an inch of Europa's land at all."

"Okay, don't talk nonsense. Do you want to change it or not?"

"Are you sure you don't want to go to Europe?" Babuling became a little more serious at this time, "Our family can help you become the king of Europe."

"Hmph, that's nice to say. Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and Tom Riddle, let me ask you, which one can you deal with?"

"I can influence their thinking tendencies!" Babuling said, "After this, will it be difficult for you to defeat these three people?"

"Don't discuss this issue!" Kassandra frowned, "I know you are talking and irritating! But now! Please discuss the topic of pseudo-sacred artifacts!"

"Okay," Babuling smacked her lips and snapped her fingers flexibly with her right hand, "Just in time, last time, in order to prevent you from suddenly attacking, I asked the family for a spatial eye."

An eye-shaped object appeared in front of Cassandra's eyes. She reached out to take it and handed the three objects to the other party.

Babuling touched the item in her hand and said: "Three for one... Although the quality is a little bit worse, it is still a high-end magic tool. But what you want to do... is it really like that? ?”

"You should know." Cassandra replied calmly.

"I'd rather not know...eh? What is this sound?"