Sign In To Hogwarts, I Lead The Magical Revolution

London in 1991, even in the hot weather in early July, London at this time was still filled with a thin layer of fog.

It was three or four ten in the afternoon, and the pedestrians were in a hurry, and no one noticed that there were two strange figures holding wooden sticks in an alley next to Fimmel Street in London.

"You see now, Amber Cadmus."

Looking at the young and somewhat immature face not far away, the strange man in a black trench coat said arrogantly:

"As long as you obediently hand over the sacred relic of Merlin, the people behind me will not treat you badly.

Your Cadmus family has not been completed now, so that you are the only descendant left. If you get the help of our family, even if the Cadmus can be redeveloped into a pure-blooded twenty-eight family, it is very possible.

Listening to the man's chatter, Amber raised his eyebrows with a moving look on his face.

"Oh, is there such a good thing?"

"Of course!"

Seeing the look on Amber's face, the man raised his chin, feeling a little proud.

A kid who hasn't gone to Hogwarts yet, and it's easy to take him down.

When this naive brat handed over the things, he only needed to use a light life-suppressing spell to take the things back to hand them over.

Or in the middle of the gap, you can also try to study the legendary Merlin holy relic.

If there is a legendary ability to save the magic world, then, you can also create a pure blood family.

At this time, the middle-aged man's eyes were full of fantasy. The look in Amber's eyes was so impatient.

Seeing Amber dawdling, the man decided to add another fire.

"You better hurry up, little brat, no one can disobey the order of the Presbyterian Church."

"The Presbyterian Church? You were sent by the Presbyterian Church?"

Amber raised his eyebrows and looked at the man in front of him with a hint of caution.

"Of course, kid, if you're afraid..."

Before the man's triumphant words were finished, he saw Amber in front of him swept away his cowardice and weakness.

With a slight movement of his fingers before, a pitch-black wand suddenly popped out of his cuff and pointed straight at his throat.

"Arrow through the heart"

A rare and obscure incantation sounded, and the surrounding air was instantly condensed into sharp blades, like snowflakes filling the sky, overwhelming the sky like men swarming away.

Just in an instant, countless air blades. covered the man's body.

When the magic fluctuations in this alley calmed down, the man was already dripping with blood, and there was a gleam of fear in his eyes. He rubbed on the ground and tried to avoid Amber's approaching footsteps.

"I ask, you answer, can you understand?"

Looking up at the entrance of the alley, Amber's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a composure that did not belong to his age.

And this calmness fell in the eyes of the man, but it was more like a demon smiling evilly in the shadows, slowly raising the scythe in his hand, and harvesting his own life in a false smile.

So at this time, he could only nod his head desperately, his eyes wandering around incessantly, as if he was looking for reinforcements that did not exist.

Seeing the man's movements, Amber didn't care, he just squatted down and asked slowly:

"How many of you are here this time?"

"Just... just me."

"Oh?"

Seeing the panic in the man's eyes, Amber twitched the corners of his mouth and didn't do much nonsense.

With a wave of the wand, one of the man's thighs snapped, and blood spurted out, dyeing half of the alley red.

"Your name, family, companion."

Amber's expression didn't fluctuate at all, and the brutal method just now, for him, just expelled a fly.

But such a move fell in the eyes of the man, but it made him more and more frightened.

A ten-year-old boy can cut off another person's thigh without changing his face. This is almost unimaginable in the magic world that has been around for a long time.

After the last string in his heart was snapped, the man was crying, and he explained everything about him like he poured beans in a bamboo tube.

And listening to the man's confession, Amber's face became more and more cautious.

"So that's the case, do you have two companions?"

After getting this news, Amber didn't care, he still stared at the man's eyes, his wand circled among his five fingers, but he always pointed at the man's vital spot intentionally or unintentionally.

"Then next question, who sent you here? What happened to the Council of Elders?"

The weight of this question is obviously much heavier than before.

As for the man who was dying, after hearing these two questions, his face showed incomparable fear.

"No, no, I lied to you at the Elder Council, but I don't rule out the possibility that they will do it."

"You can't kill me! There are people behind me. You have no chance of surviving other than handing over the sacred relic of Merlin!"

"You won't have a chance... The next person who comes, you can't fight... You can't fight..."

Seeing the man's appearance, Amber stood up, slowly raised the wand in his hand, and pointed it directly at the dull-eyed man.

"Avada eats a big melon"

The miserable green light flashed across, and the man's hideous expression condensed on his face, becoming the last expression he left in this world.

And Amber, as the initiator of all this, a living life was terminated by himself, without the slightest mercy.

He skillfully raised his foot and kicked the man's body. With the floating spell, it was buried in the trash can next to it.

The wand was gently swayed, and the rich bloody smell in the alley was eliminated under the magical magic, and the old appearance was restored.

When he was done and turned around, Amber shook his head, the calm and wise face on his face turned into a bright smile in an instant.

Because not far across the road, a little girl with brown curly hair held up two ice creams and greeted Amber loudly.

"Here, really, send me to buy it every time."

"Alright alright, thank you, Hermione"

After handing the ice cream to Amber, Hermione rolled her eyes at Amber, and the two walked side by side on the avenue.

Under the tall French plane trees, the shade of the trees is swirling.

The young boys and girls are full of vigor, full of infinite longing for the future, and there is no sign that Amber has just ended a life in his hands.

"Amber thinking about it? Where are you going to go to in middle school?"

Licking the ice cream, Hermione looked up, looking up at the sky through the mottled leaves.

"My father wants me to go to St. Paul's Girls' School, but I heard that it is too strict, what should I do if I can't pass the test?"

"I always think you don't have to worry about this, maybe there will be a better choice?"

Amber shrugged, the fine ice cubes crunched in his mouth, as if he didn't care about his future at all.

"Then what better choice, St Paul's Girls' School is the best school in London, and if I go there, I can't guarantee that I will always be first in my grades, God..."

Hermione chattered like she had been flipped when it came to studies and grades.

And Amber stood beside him, deaf. She just smiled and looked at Hermione, who was gradually becoming irritable, and she kept sighing in her heart.

Your future is at Hogwarts.

Thinking like this, Amber's expression did not change, but his eyes were quietly cast on his wrist.

There is an abstract and ancient scroll tattoo there.

As the soul gradually sank, the scroll tattoo on Amber's wrist burst into a faint shimmer.

In Amber's soul perspective, the scroll at this time has turned into a giant parchment scroll.

The character sign-in system is Amber's biggest trump card.

You can sign in next to the plot characters every week, and the items you get when you sign in are completely random, and it all depends on the character.

When I was the emperor of Europe, there were powerful magic, mysterious magic items, and all kinds of precious experiences.

Sometimes, it is a complete consolation, and only 20 lottery tickets can be used to draw a prize once.

Clearly, Amber's character is not that great today.

【Sign in to Hermione Granger, get a lottery ticket*1】

"It's this kind of guaranteed garbage again."

Amber sighed helplessly, and turned his eyes to Hermione, who was still chattering beside him.

As soon as she was in a mischievous mood, Amber suddenly stretched out her hands and ruffled her chestnut curls as Hermione yelled.

"Amber Cadmus!"

Hermione, who was quiet in anxiety, was suddenly attacked by Amber, and her soft curly hair was ravaged into a mess of grass in an instant.

It wasn't until Amber ran away laughing that she realized it with hindsight and let out a sharp scream, leaving her previous anxiety about schoolwork behind, chasing behind Amber and constantly fighting.

"Amber, remember to brush your teeth when you go back, and don't eat candy at night! Go to bed early."

"Don't worry, great dentist, I don't want to see Mr. Granger during business hours."

The sky gradually darkened, and the two of them who had been playing all afternoon stood at the intersection and waved goodbye.

Watching Hermione disappear into the street, the smile on Amber's face slowly faded.

"The Presbyterian Church, it's really terrible. How could such a behemoth be provoked."

Thinking of this, Amber raised his hand and stared straight at the scroll tattoo on his wrist.

"It's nonsense, what a broken system, and someone else chases me as Merlin's relic."

Amber shook his head and turned to a secluded corner.

Seeing that there was no one around, he suddenly pulled the ruby ​​decoration on his wrist.

The door key is activated, and the whole person disappears in an instant as if being brought into time and space by a hook, leaving only the tall trees here and the swaying shadows. *