The day to become the final boss

Years passed.

Wan Mo woke up and started wandering around again.

I have to say that the development of this world is really similar to that of the main space, just like the current anti-witch movement.

A group of fanatical believers who worshiped the Lord clamored everywhere to eliminate heresies, and burned to death all heretics who did not believe in the Lord. Even Wanmo, the god of death, became the subordinate of the demon Satan in their mouths inexplicably. ==

Wan Mo felt embarrassed about this. He had been the god of death for thousands of years, but he really didn't find a second law controller in this space. Even hell was created by him to torture evil spirits based on the memory of his previous life.For this reason, he also went into debt for hundreds of years of workdays (there are too many lice to itch), and he dragged a group of high-ranking Christians who were not yet dead to visit hell.

When he knew that a wizarding school named Hogwarts had been established, he couldn't help it anymore. Is this really the world of Harry Potter? ?

Wan Mo hurried to watch.

Wizards are the descendants of humans combined with some powerful magical creatures, and they are one of the few races that can see the true face of death.

Wan Mo is very interested in the legendary Big Four of Hogwarts, especially the Slytherin who set the entrance of the Chamber of Secrets in the girls' toilet. A wretched old monkey-like statue, how old is the founder of the Snake Garden to make himself stand there for future generations to admire?

It was dusk when Wan Mo arrived at Hogwarts, and he settled in the Forbidden Forest. In front of him was a brown-haired witch with a round face and a thick face.

The witch who was collecting herbs looked at Wan Mo who suddenly appeared in surprise. If she read correctly, this visitor who appeared suddenly flew and landed in front of him instead of apparating or riding a broom. Moreover, he did not have a magic wand .

The pitch-black hair, pitch-black eyes, pitch-black robe, and the overlapping magical defenses around Hogwarts and even the Forbidden Forest seemed to have no response to him at all.Moreover, the witch keenly noticed that the surrounding magical creatures and even animals suddenly became silent as if they were afraid of something, and even suppressed their breathing.

Is this person dangerous, or is he some kind of powerful magical creature that can turn into a human?

The wand slipped into her right hand without a sound, the witch stood up and bowed slightly, and asked in a calm and vigilant tone, "My dear sir, who are you?"

"Hello, ma'am, my name is Moers." Wan Mo returned the salute, and straightened his robes that were blown by the wind with a smile, "I heard elsewhere that the first wizarding school in the magic world was established here. I am a member of the magic world, so I should come and see, I wonder if this kind lady can tell me your name?" (Wan Mo: Death God is also a member of the magic world, and it is also an unscientific product! ==)

"Helga, Helga Hufflepuff." Even though Wan Mo has shown that he is a member of the magic world, the witch has not let down his vigilance. Dangerous magical creatures of the same class are also part of the wizarding world.

Badger ancestor?It turns out that this lady is the loyal and upright Hufflepuff badger ancestor who likes to hide and clumsy. "I've heard about you, ma'am." Wan Mo smiled sincerely. He spread his hands and tried to make himself look non-threatening. "Relax, ma'am, your face looks a little stiff. I just want to visit Let's go to Hogwarts." He glanced at the witch's right hand which was covered by a wide wizard robe, and said: Don't hide, I know you have a weapon in your hand, there is no point in firing a black gun.

"..." Helga stared at him silently for a moment, she flashed out her wand, and a lively little badger transformed by silvery light ran out from the tip of the wand, swiftly running towards Hogwarts Castle in the distance. "I think you need a guide, sir."

Wan Mo expressed his willingness.

Later, a tall and handsome wizard with blond hair and blue eyes appeared in front of Wanmo, "Hello, sir, I am Godric Gryffindor, a professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft. Your Excellency's temporary guide." He smiled warmly without hesitation, showing his white and neat teeth, and stretched out his palm to Wan Mo.

"Hi, I'm Mers. I've also heard stories about the Gryffindors who have been white wizards for generations. They call you the Golden Lion of Gryffindor." Wan Mo smiled and shook hands Lion Claw, the Gryffindor family, an aristocratic family of white wizards with high talent for white magic for generations, but all of them are ruthless and ruthless. The Lion King's father, grandfather, great-great-grandfather and even more than a dozen ancestors above are still in hell Struggling, this Golden Lion King is not as sunny as he appears.

After all, the lion is a cruel carnivore, and now he just cleverly hides his sharp claws and teeth for some reason.

"There are also two good friends, Salazars Leitlin and Rowena Ravenclaw, whom I have heard about for a long time. I wonder if I have the honor to meet you?" Wan Mo turned the ring on his finger inadvertently. It is a habit that continues after sending out the invisibility cloak.Three bracelets on the wrists, six rings on both hands, a gemstone pendant on the waist, two pendants on the neck, six earrings on the ears, and a dark blue sash that pulls up the long hair, these seem to be exquisite magic accessories The little things are all his magic seals.

Wan Mo used to miss his invisibility cloak very much - wearing these beautiful little things inlaid with precious gemstones was considered a symbol of wealth and status by the nobles of this era, but he always felt that he had become a jewelry rack.

"Of course." Godric quickly glanced over these beautiful and charming little things, and a dark light flashed in his sky-blue pupils.He seems to have a little impression of the magic lines on these magic ornaments.

Hogwarts in this era is not as glorious as the HP era that Wanmo knew in his previous life. It is just a safe haven for young wizards to learn self-protection ability. The whole castle presents an old color. They are all mottled, there are only some simple furniture and equipment inside, the stairs will not move, and the ceiling of the auditorium does not have the intoxicating starry sky, only some peeling murals, no armor, not even talking portraits, and only a few students. Ten little wizards who don't seem to be living very well.

Wan Mo frowned slightly, which was too different from his impression, he didn't want to see Hogwarts like this.

"Mr. Moores?" Godric was looking at him.

Wan Mo smiled back, "Oh, Lord Gryffindor, I'm just wondering why there are no talking portraits here?"

"A talking portrait?"

"It's the kind—well, it carries the memory of the deceased, can speak and move..."

Godric's eyes lit up, full of surprise.

Wan Mo closed his mouth, well, it seems that this era does not have such a strange magic item that will become popular in the future.

Godric showed a strong desire to learn about it.

In fact, the production of portraits is indeed a field that wizards of this era cannot touch. It needs to copy the complete memory from the soul of the dead wizard, and a little bit of soul, which requires the consent of the god of death.

"Tell all the people here that as long as they regard Hogwarts as their home and want to return here after death, then at the moment of his death, a corresponding thoughtful portrait will appear in Hogwarts "Wan Mo really couldn't stand Godric's passionate pursuit of knowledge and cheeky begging, so he used magic power to carve a complicated magic pattern on the floor of the auditorium.

Godric stared obsessively for a while, then thought for a moment and asked, "Is this magic pattern useful in other places?"

"Inherited families and ancient houses protected by magic can be applied." Wan Mo's lowered eyes glanced at the magic pattern under his feet, "as long as it is here." This is the initial evidence for him to admit that the magic is effective The contract, as long as the contract engraved by the god of death is still there, then this magic will be permanently effective.