Hogwarts, this professor is too stable.

The night wind was cold and cold, the waning moon was dim, and thick ink-like dark clouds were wandering in the sky, like a group of terrifying ghosts with teeth and claws. Under the evil gaze of the ghost, an inexplicable and frightening atmosphere emanated from the gloomy night, as if every creature on the earth could become prey at any time.

At the entrance of a quaint manor in the suburbs of Paris, on a quiet lane, the sounds of carriages running over the road and the hooves of animals pulling the carts on the ground slowly sounded. An exquisite Thestral carriage was slowly driving towards the manor.

In the carriage, a silver-haired girl wearing a short blue-purple dress sat dignifiedly on a polar bear leather seat, with two plump and white legs dancing briskly, and her white back was crystal clear, looking extremely sexy and alluring.

But the girl's body was trembling slightly, and large drops of cold sweat fell from her forehead, staining her delicate makeup.

"Miss, if you still haven't remembered where Nico Flamel's magic stone is, I won't let you get off this carriage." The man's hoarse voice came from the driving position.

Ten minutes ago, the voice of the servant driving outside suddenly changed to this man's voice, and the wand was also taken away by the disarming spell. The girl knew that she had lost the ability to resist.

"The Philosopher's Stone...is, with Dumbledore." As a descendant of Nicolas Flamel, one of the greatest alchemists in history, she has been kidnapped many times since she was a child. She asked about the Philosopher's Stone. His whereabouts, demanding ransom from the Flamel family...

Save your own life first, this is the unanimous consensus reached by the descendants of the Lemay family.

The last magic stone in the world was placed with Dumbledore by Nico. This was a few years ago. Dumbledore can study the highest achievement of alchemy anytime and anywhere, but as a price, he also needs to bear the price. He must take the responsibility of dealing with these pretenders and should not leave this responsibility to the descendants of the Flamel family.

"Oh, really." Another man's voice sounded outside the carriage. It was more evil than the previous man's voice. Just hearing his voice made people feel extremely depressed.

The girl knew that this was a tremor coming from the soul. Only people who had truly taken away many lives would have such evil souls.

"Master..." the man from before shouted respectfully, "We are not sure whether what she said is true."

"Quirrell, my friend, no one knows how to see into other people's hearts better than me. She didn't deceive us. Let's deal with it."

The girl was completely panicked. She had never been kidnapped before, but she had never seen someone like these two people who had accomplished their purpose of kidnapping and still had to fight.

Qiangzi mustered up her last courage, and the girl pretended to be calm and shouted out of the carriage: "You killed the eldest lady of the Flamel family at the gate of their manor. Do you know the consequences of doing so?"

She knew that she couldn't be timid at this time. Asking for mercy would only make her die faster.

Father, mother, servants in the manor, house elves... everyone is fine. Please find out what's going on here quickly and save yourselves!

The girl prayed in her heart.

But the people outside completely ignored her words. The moment the carriage curtain was opened, the girl felt a heavy blow on her cheek, and her body hit the back wall of the carriage as if being pulled by a rope, and she lay heavily on the back wall of the carriage. topple.

In the haze, the girl's pupils suddenly opened wide.

The person who walked in from outside the carriage was actually... a two-faced man!

But she had no time to think about it as a biting coldness hit her throat...

after an hour.

The old servant heard the scream of the Thestral and walked out of the manor to check. A penetrating scream pierced the silence of the manor, and urine flowed down the maid's dress to the ground.

The front end of the fluorescent wand reflected a bloody and horrifying scene...

The entire manor immediately fell into great sadness. In the night sky, an owl flew out of the manor, flew across the night, and flew into the distance.

……

Hogwarts.

The graduates had left one after another, and in the boys' dormitory in Ravenclaw Tower, Mochir looked at three empty beds and tables.

It is said that the last person to leave the dormitory during graduation is the saddest. Speaking of which, after seven years together, although there was not much communication, the parting was indeed sentimental.

Especially when Gray left, he hugged himself and cried, saying that if he had a bad life in the future, he would go to him and work as a researcher in their potion factory, which made Moqil feel angry and funny.

The sun filled the whole room, and it was not until noon today that Moqil lazily got up from the bed. This was the first time in eighteen years.

Today is a new beginning in my life!

I walked to the window and stretched out lazily. A white snowy owl flew past the window with a letter in its mouth.

Doubts flashed in Moqil's eyes. He had never seen this owl in school. Even the owls that some young wizards ordered periodicals and newspapers would be regular ones, but he had never seen this one before.

Maybe it was someone's new pet. Moqil picked up an alchemy tool that looked like a mouse from the table and threw it on the ground. "Go and find out who this owl belongs to."

After saying that, the alchemy tool seemed to be alive, shaking its body, gradually turning into a real mouse, crawling toward the sewer in a dejected manner, and soon disappeared into the room.

As steady as Moqil, he will not ignore the small changes in the school, which often breed huge crises!

Like several roommates when they left, Mochir took out the dusty suitcase from under the bed. He was not in a hurry to pack his luggage. He would live in an empty room on the second floor of Ravenclaw Tower tomorrow. , there is a room specially set aside for Mochir, the new Muggle Studies professor. The house elves have already decorated the place, and all you need to do is move in with your bags.

"The world is so beautiful and worth fighting for. I only agree with the second half."

He pointed at the box with the wand and said the password. A handsome face appeared on the box, exactly like Moqil. The face opened his mouth and said in a formulaic tone: "I once most wanted to read At which university?"

Mochier thought for a while and replied: "Garytown University."

"Correct." After saying that, the face on the box slowly disappeared, revealing a rotating button on the lock.

Gently turn over the word "Muggle" on the front of the button with your hand. The other side reads "Wizard."

This chest, cast under the Seamless Stretching Charm, contains one of Moqil's greatest secrets.

The wizard soul engineering research laboratory draws on the genetic engineering developed by Muggles.

For this box and the research inside, Moqier spent almost all of his income over the past seven years, including manuscript fees, ghostwriting assignments, paper polishing, and patent ghostwriting...

He couldn't help but be careless!

There are three layers of passwords. The first layer is the password. Every time he opens the box outside the box and resets it inside the box, each password is any sentence in the book he has read. The second layer is the secret question, which has a built-in Many detailed questions about Mochir's past life were randomly asked each time.

And these are not the strongest passwords.

I have to admit that the technological development of Muggles is very fantasy. They have developed various unlocking methods using fingerprints, voices, iris... but wizards, especially wizards who are good at Legilimency, their souls is unique.

Slowly inserting the wand into the keyhole under the button, a trace of transparent silver mist emitted from the tip of the wand, Moqil copied the memory of sneezing this morning.

With a click, the box slowly opened.