Hogwarts The Dark Arts Awakened

It was a dark night.

The sea breeze blows.

Ambrose is a seaport city.

From time to time, distant fishing boats return.

It just seems that this time the fishing boat is a little different.

As each person landed, they shouted and cursed at each East Asian figure to stand still.

Some of the East Asians seemed to be asking something very angrily.

After hearing the answer, my heart suddenly dropped.

"What? Where is this place?!" someone asked this fellow who knew English eagerly.

The fellow said sadly with an authentic accent: "This is the British Isles of England..."

"What?! Is it that country in war?! How did you come here?!" Some people exclaimed, some cursed, and some asked.

The fellow's mouth was dry and he spat out dialects one after another.

Angrily cursing the unethical captain and sailors.

There are those fellow countrymen who introduced them.

They seem to have been sold here as sought-after slaves.

As we all know, yellow people are better than black people.

It seemed that although they yelled angrily, they were sensible and did not take action.

The gangsters next to him were not so calm. After chattering for a while, they stood up angrily, grabbed a sailor and shook their fists fiercely.

Then a man in a suit raised his pistol and shot it down, causing several people to fall down with blood all over their bodies.

The able-bodied people around them even drew their swords and pointed them at the unarmed people. As long as someone moved, the swords would be blind.

This made all the black guys quiet down.

The yellow people's side was even more silent.

Some couldn't bear to watch this bloody scene.

Privately they could only lament.Life is hard, life is hard...

I smuggled out and wanted to go to some good places, but I didn't expect to be tricked into the UK.

One girl was a little curious: "Dad, where is England?" She spoke in dialect.

Her father said with some worry: "I don't know, it seems to be a European country. It was a good choice more than ten years ago, but it seems to be a bad choice now."

He is not well educated and can only listen to other people's stories.

All I know is that this is a country that has returned to an autocratic monarchy.

And the king who returned to absolute monarchy was not a Muggle himself.

Just when everyone is worried and worried.

A person asked the old immortal master.

"Old immortal master, what should we do?" People asked tremblingly.

The old immortal master looked very helpless.

He looked at this foreign land and sighed deeply: "There is no other way. Staying where you are is also death. Coming here is also death. You can only take one step and see one step at a time."

As he spoke, the skin on his face quickly tightened, turning into the look of a young and muscular boy.

Turning around, there is an endless ocean. What can they do?

……

Looking at the nobles who came to see the slaves, everyone looked very frightened.

The white people's faces were different from those of the yellow people, which made everyone very panic.

Men are very satisfied with their actions and at the same time seem to be looking for something.

He seemed to feel something, and looked at the old immortal master. He was very satisfied with his appearance, and he obviously looked cleaner than the people next to him. He nodded, and then had the old immortal master escorted away.

He walked step by step.

Look at these rugged-looking East Asian men and women.

They almost smuggled their families into the country.

There are few old and weak.

A group of people with poor health died on the road, and the rest didn't look like much, but they were basically tough.

Therefore, he also fell in love with girls and some young and strong boys at first sight.

Looking at the girl's exotic look, he showed unabashed greed and a hint of interest.

Under the man's roar and the helpless persuasion of the people around her, the girl was taken away.

……

In the western fantasy-style castle, the washed girl looked at the man in front of her in fear...

……

Ambrose First Port, Port Kerry.

Ron roared and asked the dying man at his feet: "Do you know where there is a stowaway boat?! Where is it?!" Kicked again and again.

Blood flowed from the man's mouth.

The man struggled to name a port: "Port Philo..."

Ron let go of his feet indifferently, looked at the man who had been breathing more and less, and gave the man a peaceful death indifferently.

He purified the blood from his feet.

Looking at Xenophilius Lovegood: "So Mr. Xenophilius, where is Port Philo?"

Xenophilius Lovegood swallowed, and then said: "Over there, about two kilometers away..."

This is because he has been running around here in the past two days and has become familiar with the road here, so he can know the approximate location of Port Philo. A few days ago, he might really be familiar with Muggles. The city had no idea.

Ron nodded calmly and started running.

The speed is getting faster and faster.

Xenophilius Lovegood also started running continuously, panting and following Ron.

He didn't understand what was wrong with Ron.

But he understood that this was his big boss.

You must take good care of him.

No matter what he wants to do.

The brutal killing and interrogation just now made him a little frightened.

It started to rain.

The rainwater on Ron's head kept falling, and his hair hung down on his face, making him look very embarrassed in his madness.

In the dark night sky, a shining thunder streaked across the night sky.

Shining a light on Ron's future.

……

puerto filo

Looking at the empty pier, Ron's expression turned gloomy, and he turned to look at Xenophilius Lovegood: "Mr. Xenophilius Lovegood, you will... trace Do you want to show up now?" He held a dirty handkerchief embroidered with plum blossoms in his hand.

Don't know who lost it.

Xenophilius Lovegood hesitated: "Will..."

Then the waving of the wand began.

After two consecutive failures, I finally found my touch in the third time, and the magic was everywhere.

Footprints flashed in front of me.

Ron pursued indifferently.

run all the way.

Looking at the slave market in front of him, Ron's expression became more and more indifferent.

Rushing into the market, his steps became slow.

Xenophilius Lovegood followed breathlessly. Looking at his expression, he immediately stepped forward: "What...what's wrong?..."

Ron's expression was calm: "Go and ask where there is a place that sells oriental slaves."

Xenophilius Lovegood nodded, immediately cleaned himself up to make himself clean, and then walked into the slave market.

Following his pretentious behavior, a person soon came to him.

Ron looked at the man leading the way indifferently.

Soon they came to a market where a large number of alien slaves were imprisoned.

Ron looked at these people and waved casually.

"I want them all!..."

A large amount of Muggle currency was conjured in Ron's hands, which was obviously a transfiguration spell.

Xenophilius Lovegood had some behavior that shocked Ron, but he didn't point it out.

Take away all the yellow people.

Listening to their dialect, Ron showed a gentle expression.

"Where are you from?" He suddenly asked calmly.

The voices in the crowd fell silent.

They looked at Ron in surprise.

It was like seeing some alien species.

Although Ron's voice was different from their thick dialect accents, he could still understand that it was Chinese.

After all, you are here to make a living, so even if you communicate with some well-connected middlemen, there will definitely be someone who can understand Mandarin.

A man said hesitantly: "People from Yunzhou..."