Ancient wizards return to Hogwarts.

The evil spirit's dried body was thrown to the ground by Les.

He threw it away like a piece of trash and was too lazy to even look at it again.

After dealing with the evil spirit that was causing trouble in the UK, Rice squatted in front of the blood-red "lumps of meat".

This is not actually a piece of meat, but a few skinned people.

And judging from their condition, it seemed that the demon's actions against them were more than just skinning them. It seemed that it had also cut off their tongues and broken their limbs.

"What a bad taste." Les had long been accustomed to the cruel acts of the evil spirits in the underworld.

After carefully observing the victims for a moment, Rice took out a small bottle of Dietary Supplement from his arms, atomized the juice and sprayed it evenly on the bodies of several people.

Suddenly, a layer of new pink skin grew on the surface of their bodies.

The Muggles sitting nearby widened their eyes and looked at Les's back in disbelief.

They all thought those people were dead, but unexpectedly they were saved by this mysterious strong man! ?

That was a level of injury that involved losing all the skin on the entire body! Modern medicine was helpless against it, but he just sprayed some medicine on it and it healed?

This is simply a miracle!

Some were even so moved that they cried and asked God to bless them.

Rice frowned and immediately spoke up to clarify that this had nothing to do with God.

It's so funny. If you rely on God, you have become food for the devil.

Thank Dumbledore and modern international law.

Then he began to look for the tongues of these unfortunate guys.

"The broken tongue flies over!" A simple flying spell solved the problem.

Looking at the tongue flying into his hand, Les breathed a sigh of relief: Fortunately, it was not eaten by the evil spirit, which saved him a lot of trouble.

The next step was a simple follow-up. After a few small spells, the wounded lying on the ground recovered and only needed a few weeks of recuperation to heal their physical injuries.

As for the scars on the soul, that is not something Rice can solve.

He could use a forgetfulness spell to erase the memory, but he needed the victims to speak up.

More importantly, if their memories are erased, who will praise his greatness?

After treating the wounds of the wounded, Rice stood up, turned to look at the passengers in the cabin and smiled brightly.

"Well, they are out of danger now. They will be sent to the hospital for some time to recover. I hope they have medical insurance."

A humorous little joke diluted the tense atmosphere in the cabin and brought Rice and the passengers closer together.

"Excuse me, who are you? Are you sent by God to save us?" a brave passenger asked.

The corner of Rice's mouth twitched and he almost couldn't hold it back.

Please, why don't you see the situation clearly now? The gods who returned from the underworld are naturally opposed to mortals. Only wizards can save you!

However, he quickly adjusted his mentality. Britain has a strong religious community, so it is normal that they cannot see the true face of God for a while.

"I am a wizard." Les said loudly: "It is not God who brings me here, but justice and law!"

The Muggles blinked.

Wizard? According to stereotypes, wizards are supposed to be in league with the devil, right?

As a result, when they prayed to the gods for help, a wizard responded to them.

Oh no! Will they have to pay the price next? After all, the wizards in the bedtime stories are all greedy villains...

So someone asked cautiously.

"Price?" A look of astonishment appeared on Rice's face. "What are you going to do?"

Looking at the demon's corpse on the ground, he seemed to have suddenly realized and "understood" the other party's problem.

"No money, it's free. As for those evil spirits in the underworld, anyone can kill them, so why would they need money? The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility!" Les laughed heartily.

Hearing Rice's laughter, everyone present felt a little uncomfortable.

They seemed to have really misunderstood this young man with a noble soul.

"You may not believe in God, but I will pray for you and hope that everything goes well for you in the future." An old lady whispered softly, her gratitude to Rice evident in her words.

Many passengers nodded, thinking that they would never forget this sunny and cheerful boy in their entire lives.

They would never forget that it was a wizard who saved their lives, without asking for anything in return.

Even the saints in the scriptures do not have such noble character.

"The monster has been dealt with, and it's time for me to go - I have other things to do." Les shrugged his shoulders, looking relaxed, but anyone with a discerning eye could see the fatigue in the corner of his eyes.

Yes, it was a turbulent time, and I don’t know how much pressure this young child was carrying.

All 123 counties in the four administrative regions of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland are on his shoulders!

Many passengers had tears in their eyes.

"I wish you a safe journey," Rice said as he walked to the door of the plane. When he put his hand on it, he seemed to remember something and turned to the passengers and said, "By the way, there is one more thing. Although I am not very capable, I can guarantee one thing: it is safe in the UK. If the situation becomes urgent, just come back."

Some passengers couldn't help themselves. A man holding a handheld camera stood up from the back seat and asked loudly: "Hello, I'm a reporter from the Daily Mail. Can I interview you?"

Rice hesitated, then shook his head.

"Now is not the time for an interview. Let's do it next time. I promise." Rice raised his hand and pointed at him handsomely, then pushed open the cabin door in an extremely cool manner and flew out with a whoosh.

Before the strong wind could blow in, the plane's door closed again, leaving the passengers in the cabin staring at each other.

The reporter was stunned and finally just smiled bitterly: At least tell me your name...

"Mom, he looks like a superhero in comics!" Shortly after Les left, a baby voice was heard in the cabin. It was a little boy talking to his mother.

Superhero comics originated in the 20s and now have a huge number of fans around the world. Rice's every move is almost perfectly consistent with superheroes, which naturally makes children have similar associations.

"Yes, just like Superman!" Mom agreed, "You should learn from him."

"Nonsense, it's obviously Captain America—" another boy's voice came out.

"But Spider-Man's famous saying, 'With great power comes great responsibility...'" The children began to argue fiercely, but the reporter's eyes lit up.

He remembered that the man seemed to attach great importance to the concept of "Britain", and that person must be someone who cared very much about his homeland.

He instinctively wrote down the word "Homeland" in his notebook, and then after a little thought, he added an "er" at the end, and a brand new word was born.

"Homelander"

【Motherland】

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