From Karma Taj to Hogwarts

"Ah, Vada -" Sivan recited half of the spell, and at the same time, a trace of green light flickered on the tip of his wand.

"Ah! No! You can't use the Death Curse, you will be imprisoned in Azkaban!!" Creel panicked when he saw the green light and shouted incoherently.

"Are you a devil?" Moody and the other two Gryffindor wizards, who were not pointed at, also became panicked and trembled all over.

However, Xiwen had no intention of stopping at all, and the green light at the tip of his wand became brighter and brighter.

"I said! I said!! Let me go!!" Creel was completely desperate, and he even cried out of fear. "Whoa whoa whoa-"

"That's right!" Xiwen put down the wand in his hand and smiled.

However, in the eyes of the four little Gryffindor wizards, his smile was no different than a devil's smile!

After Creel's trembling explanation, Xiven also learned the reason for the conflict between Moody and the other three roommates——

It turns out that Moody's parents were both excellent Aurors. Influenced by his influence, he set a lofty goal since he was a child and wanted to become the greatest Auror in the magical world! In order to achieve this goal, he put in a lot of effort and even incorporated the vigilance required by an Auror when he went on a mission into every moment of his life.

Therefore, whenever he felt any louder noise while sleeping, he would wake up immediately. If someone spoke loudly or made any loud noise while he was sleeping, Moody would wake up immediately and take out the Cast a curse on him with the wand...

Of course, the three roommates who had been cursed several times were not satisfied, and gradually isolated Moody, who behaved extremely strangely.

Last night was the trigger for their conflict to completely erupt.

The strict and demanding Principal Dippet finally let go of the curfew. How could the always lively and active Gryffindor little lions miss this rare opportunity and stayed in the common room to enjoy the joyful nightlife.

Alastor Moody, who aspired to become the greatest Auror, disdained to join them and lay down on the bed early.

However, he had developed the habit of sleeping lightly to stay alert since he was a child, and he was completely unable to withstand the enthusiastic carnival of the little wizards outside. So in the middle of Gryffindor's carnival, Moody, who had been woken up many times, finally couldn't stand it anymore and rushed out of the dormitory to yell and interrupt them.

No one wants to be interrupted when they are happy, so Moody was ostracized by everyone in the common room. As their roommates, the three of them also suffered a lot and were scolded by the older seniors. Because of this incident, Moody's three roommates buried deep dissatisfaction in their hearts.

However, it is indeed unreasonable to disturb other people's sleep. The three of them had no intention of going to find Moody. If everything was normal, the matter might be revealed with the patience of a few people.

But you, an unsociable weirdo, still dare to come back and scold us for deducting points for the college, and your tone is so harsh? The dissatisfaction of the three people had already reached the critical point, and it was completely exploded by Moody's warning after returning. The conflict at noon today happened naturally...

After hearing this, Xiwen couldn't help but sigh. The difference in living habits with his roommates was indeed one of the most important reasons for conflicts in the dormitory.

He couldn't help but take a second look at Moody, who had set up lofty ambitions since childhood. This was the qualified successor to the Ministry of Magic, and this was the future of the magical world!

Xiwen couldn't help but think of the meaning of his life in this life.

‘So what are my ambitions? ’ Xiwen fell into deep thought.

First of all, learning the magic knowledge of this world is of course Xiwen's purpose, but it is difficult to say that simply engaging in magic research is his ambition. As early as the sorting, the Sorting Hat finally decided to assign Xiven to Slytherin because he understood that he did not want to spend every day immersed in the study of magic knowledge like in his previous life.

And what are the characteristics of Slytherin? Ambition, shrewdness, cunning, leadership, control, and the pursuit of achievement? Xiwen was a little confused. He thought that he had no ambition, and that he might not be shrewd or cunning.

Compared with the normal Slytherin snakes who would choose to protect themselves wisely, I am a little more impulsive. Even in the previous series of actions to prevent the destruction of magic nodes, his approach was more like a reckless Gryffindor.

'So where do I fit in in Slytherin? Is it just because of my heritage? ’ Xiwen frowned, thinking deeply.

Just then, a voice came over, interrupting his thoughts.

"What are you doing?!" A senior wizard wearing a Gryffindor school robe walked over quickly and asked. There is a red badge on his chest, with a lion drawn on it and a big letter "P" written on the surface.

"Prefect Weasley, save us!" Creel shouted when he saw the wizard as if he saw a savior. "This Slytherin devil wants to kill me!"

When Weasley saw Creel with tears in his eyes and the four bound Moodys, his expression immediately became serious.

He took out his wand and pointed it at Sivan, and said seriously: "Slytherin classmate, as a prefect, I now order you to put down your wand. If anything happens, I will have to use a spell on you!"

"Okay." Xiwen spread his hands and said casually. "We are just a friendly competition between classmates. They lose, I win, it's that simple!"

"Prefect Weasley, don't listen to his sophistry, he really wanted to use the Death Curse on us just now!" Creel shouted anxiously, fearing that Weasley would listen to Sivan's words. "He recited the spell halfway, and his wand emitted the signature green light of the Death Curse. All four of us can testify!"

"Can you recite only half of the curse? Does the curse stay on the wand without being cast?" Weasley glanced at Sivan suspiciously, feeling that Creel's description didn't sound like a curse at all... …

"Really, we can all prove it!" The other two roommates besides Moody also nodded to indicate that what Creel said was true, which made Weasley's expression become serious again.

"Slytherin classmate, I need to see your wand!" he said to Sivan seriously.

Sivan handed over his fourteen-inch pine wand nonchalantly and shrugged.

"Xiwen, why did you give him the wand? He only needs a flashback spell (Priori Incantatem) to see what magic spell you just used!" Abraxas said to Xiven anxiously.

"Um, are my acting skills that good..." Xiwen touched his nose and asked speechlessly. "So you also think that what I just used was a death curse?"

"Isn't it?" Abu and Mobley were completely at a loss.

"Forget it, just take a look." Xiwen pointed to Weasley's position with his chin and said to the two of them.

As expected, Weasley was preparing to use the flashback spell to identify the spell that Sivan had just used. He took out his wand, pointed it at Sivan's pine wand, and recited: "Prior Incantato."

Then, a green light appeared from the tip of Sivan's wand.

"Look, I said he used the death curse!" Creel said excitedly when he saw the green light. He couldn't wait to see Xiwen being expelled.

However, Weasley's face was covered with black lines.

"VerdaSparkle?" He looked at Xiwen with a strange expression and asked.

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