Hogwarts: I inherited my legacy

"Is this the Lingbo Prison? Is this the place where Haierbo once lived? It's a pity that I didn't know anything at the time, otherwise I would have to fight with this powerful guy!"

A tall and strong middle-aged man with typical Celtic features, wearing a red dragon leather jacket, duelist gloves, thick red hair and a big red beard, with a somewhat belligerent and expectant expression on his face, was the first to walk out of the space door opened by the Grim Reaper, rubbing his hands together.

He stood at the entrance of the Lingwei, looking around, seeming to be full of curiosity about this mysterious area.

However, at this moment, a sharp voice broke his thoughts.

"Hehe, you couldn't beat him at that time, let alone in this Lingbo Prison."

The voice was sharp and piercing, and it didn't sound like it came from a good person.

He doesn't look like a good guy either.

Following the direction of the voice, I saw an old wizard in a green robe walking towards me.

He had a hunched body, his face was covered with wrinkles like an old monkey, his eyes were dark and fierce, giving people a feeling of being sinister and cunning.

There were a few clusters of green highlights under his jet-black hair, which looked a bit strange.

The only thing worth mentioning is that his pupils are dark and deep, but this only advantage is also dispersed by the fierce and gloomy temperament in his eyes.

It can be seen that the middle-aged man who led the group had a good relationship with him. Facing the old man's ridicule, he was not angry at all, but laughed out loud.

"Haha, what's that saying? Don't bully a young man because he's poor! Now let that guy Hailbo face me and see! He can't beat me now! But, you know what, even though that guy is a bit of a jerk, sometimes what he says is quite powerful."

The third middle-aged witch who came out behind the old monkey seemed to be in a good mood, with her black hair draped behind her, fluttering gently in the mist of the Limbo.

Although she no longer maintained her youthful beauty in front of her daughter who had run away from home and finally returned home, she naturally had a gentleness that was a mixture of intellect and maternal nature in her middle age.

At this moment, she also joked with the red-haired wizard,

"You have selectively forgotten the last few sentences, [Don't bully the poor middle-aged, don't bully the poor old, the dead are the greatest], rounding up, everyone is older, but it's also true, we are all old guys now."

"Hahaha." A kind and gentle laugh came from behind the door, followed by a plump middle-aged witch with brown-red hair tied in a bun. Her smile was as kind and amiable as that of a fat aunt next door, making people feel warm.

Following closely behind her was a pair of good friends walking side by side.

Standing on the left is a man in a star-studded robe. He is handsome, graceful, and handsome.

He held a huge golden oak staff in his hand, which made him particularly eye-catching.

He was chatting and laughing with the knight with short fiery red hair beside him, and it was obvious that they had a very good relationship.

When they reached the door, the handsome young wizard politely nodded to the Grim Reaper. They worked for the same boss, and although the Grim Reaper was not his direct superior, he was of a higher rank than him.

"Actually, I still think you should wear a white robe," the young and handsome wizard said to the knight beside him.

This sentence had obviously been repeated many times, because the knight showed a hint of impatience on his face.

In fact, the reason why this young and handsome wizard chose to wear the starry robe and become younger was entirely out of the desire to outshine his current wife.

In order to show his status, he even took his staff made of golden oak branches, which symbolized his status.

After thinking for a while, the red-haired man in knight armor said,

"I think you should have a beard and some bitter tea seeds. Young people nowadays seem to say this a lot."