Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could A Little Snake Have?

"you are wrong."

The elderly wizard wearing a white hood calmly shook his head:

"She will not harm Hogwarts, there is no doubt about that! But she will not harm London, she will stay here. I believe that Evans will be a good assistant, she can help us, and she can also help you."

"I think if you need Evans' blood, maybe you can get more from her. She is still very weak, but her blood has awakened. Evans, don't you feel it? Her body has already awakened. She has a powerful breath of fire, and she is slowly recovering her former glory. She will become more and more powerful, and I think she will become a great alchemist."

"She will become the spokesperson of alchemy. Her existence is like the incarnation of the sun. Through this, we will completely control the entire world. We will build a huge empire, a giant city large enough to accommodate hundreds of billions of people. , we will create countless wealth and miracles... We will remember your contribution in history, Evans. Prince. Ivan, those praises all belong to you."

"Evans, believe me! We will succeed, Evans!"

Deep in a dense forest a few kilometers away from the Nurmengard Magic Tower.

A short, fat, bald old wizard, leaning on a cane, stood on the treetops at the edge of the forest (bjcg), squinting his eyes and carefully observing everything on the Hogwarts campus below.

In various buildings in the school, there is a faint green light.

That's the Guardian of Hogwarts, Imerson.

As the leader of the Guardians, he has lived for thousands of years, and he has been seeking a breakthrough, looking forward to becoming an omniscient and omnipotent god.

But a few years ago, Imerson discovered a secret - his friend living in hell told him that in this weird world, there is still a place similar to hell, where there are many ancient ruins. And among the ruins, there may be some valuable materials that can allow people to break through.

But those things are not suitable for modifying the rules, they are just some precious materials.

But for a clergyman like Imerson, even if it is a precious material, it is still a treasure!

He longs to become stronger and become a real god, and he needs the fifth district.

"Evans!"

He recited his name in a low voice, then suddenly raised his head and stared into the distance, his eyes turning silver white.

He could see that in the ancient and magnificent building in the distance, a witch exuding hot breath was sitting cross-legged on the bed, eyes closed, silently reciting spells; beside the simple and gorgeous marble table, a witch dressed in gray The man wearing a Muggle wizard costume was kneeling on the ground, tapping something quickly with his fingers. Wisps of light blue halo surrounded the man, making him look like an angel.

On the sofa next to the man, a boy wearing a black tuxedo was lying on the sofa sleeping.

That's a mulatto.

"Hey, which girl do you like?"

Emerson snorted and murmured in a low voice:

"Although this world is down and out, there are still some beautiful girls... Don't be too greedy, kid~"

In the crypts of Hogwarts Castle.

"My father is a wizard?"

Little Evans' eyes widened in surprise, and she couldn't help but ask:

"What's his name?"

"Areda Prince."

Evans' father shrugged and said:

"This name was given by your father a long time ago, but it doesn't matter now. Anyway, I no longer regard him as my father.",

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