Train to Another World

Chapter 459 Branch

When the fleet bypassed a reef, Hogwarts' castle was revealed in front of everyone. Of course, the people in the castle also discovered the abnormality here.

The dazzling white light is not so easy to ignore.

Severus Snape, who was standing in the principal's office, looked at the old man in front of him: "Dumbledore, is this the freshman you are talking about? Humph, Muggle trick!"

Dumbledore peeled a candy and stuffed it into his mouth: “I have to admit that in some ways, Muggle tricks are indeed more convenient than magic.

You know, few wizards can release a spell of lighting of that level. ”

"It's just a child's show of his appearance, I'll go down first." As he said that, Snape left the principal's office. After Snape left, Dumbledore took out a mirror from the drawer, with two bright red scratches on the frame. Seeing that the scratches did not increase, Dumbledore secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The freshmen entering the hall were waiting nervously. After all, scaring newborns is also a part of the traditional wizard culture. It is also rare for all families to reach an agreement and describe the branch ceremony as an extremely sinister one.

Some of the little wizards were so scared that they were about to cry out because they heard people around them saying that the branch exam was to kill dragons. Po Jun, who heard the news, licked his lips excitedly.

Slaying the dragon? I heard from Facai that they had worked together to kill a 100-meter-long dragon, and now it is her turn. She can finally gradually follow Brother Li and the others' footsteps.

Po Jun even put his hand on the dagger around his waist, and just as soon as he saw the dragon, he activated his power to strengthen his strength. If the movements are slow, the dragon will be killed directly by Brother Li.

"Is it time for school to start again?"

"Hahaha!"

"You little wizards are welcome!"

Countless white ghosts drifted out of the castle walls and began to comment on the freshmen of this year. Po Jun was a little surprised. She had not used the secret technique yet, so why did these heroic spirits come out?

not good! This is not a heroic spirit, but a ghost! Pojun was shocked.

In her world, in addition to the heroic spirits who will be summoned by the secret technique of using the power to kill. Some people will become ghosts who stay in the world after they die because they are resentful or have problems with the place where they die.

It was okay at first, but over time, they would start attacking the living.

But Pojun was not afraid. If a fierce ghost is born, the worshipers from the Taoist temple will naturally take action. But if it were ordinary ghosts, Dashun's soldiers would not be able to deal with living people.

Pojun's mind moved, and the true energy wrapped around the qi and blood from the hundreds of meridians to the heart. In an instant, Pojun became bloodless, as if a corpse, and the surface of his body began to lose temperature.

But only Pojun heard a loud shout, and the blood and blood entrenched in the heart suddenly exploded with the violent contraction of the heart. Pojun suddenly became red again and his skin was congested inch. The little wizard who was closer to her only felt that he had The rolling heat wave swept from where Pojun stood.

This is Dashun’s secret military technique [Burning Blood]. It uses a mouthful of military master’s true energy to stimulate the qi and blood in the body, and maximize a person’s yang energy in a short period of time.

A person's yang energy will attract yin souls, but a large amount of yang energy can harm yin souls.

Pojun pulled out the dagger with his backhand, bit the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on the blade of the dagger. Then, she rushed towards a ghost next to her. For nothing else, just because the head of the ghost was almost cut off, leaving only the last point. As a beheading enthusiast, Pojun, how could he tolerate this?

Sir Nicholas is about to tease the little wizard. I saw one of the little wizards suddenly screaming, and his skin turned red, and then he began to vomit blood. Finally, he rushed towards him with a bloody face, like an evil ghost from hell.

When Nicholas reacted and wanted to dodge, the little wizard had already pounced in front of him, and the dagger covered in blood in his hand had fallen quickly. For some reason, Nicholas, who had become a ghost party, actually felt fear of the dagger, as if it was the blunt axe that had chopped him dozens of times.

So he let out a sharp scream!

The dagger did not fall on Nicholas after all, because the little wizard suddenly appeared beside another little wizard. If it weren't for her still holding the blood-dripping dagger in her hand, the scene that just happened would seem like an illusion.

Li Zhuoguang pressed Pojun's shoulder: "These are Hogwarts' specialties - ghosts, there is no harm."

Hearing Li Zhuoguang's words, Pojun obediently put away the dagger, then wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, as if it was not her who had just started to hurt the ghost.

The hall was quiet, both people and ghosts were silent, but they were all a little far away from Pojun. McGonagall opened the door to the hall, saw this scene, and smiled with satisfaction. It seemed that all the students in this class were very obedient, and it should be the best class she has taught recently.

Afterwards, McGonagall brought the young wizards to the auditorium and began the branch ceremony. When they learned that the branch was just a hat, the little wizards breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that it was no big deal.

Little do you know that it is here that fate begins to go to a fork in the road. Maybe the little wizard who is standing next to me and introducing himself with a smile will fall at his feet on a wet and cold rainy night.

They are like this, their fathers are like this, and their ancestors are like this. This is how wizards on the British Isles all come from it, and it is not necessarily a blessing to meet old classmates after graduation.

But no matter what, the wheel of history has to continue and no one can stop it. Just like the beginning of many stories, they start with an ordinary name:

"Hannah Aibo."

"Hufflepuff!"

...

"Harry Potter."

"...Do you have any serious illness? Gryffindor!"

...

"Burning Light Lee."

No mistakes, one song, one post, one content, one reading!

"The last names of our orientals are in front of their names, thank you."

McGonagall glanced at him, but her cultivation still made her decide to respect the other party’s customs: “Okay, Li Zhuoguang.”

"Azkaban! Azkaban! Azkaban!" The branch hat worn on Li Zhuo's bald head made a sharp bang as if it was triggered by some alarm, and sat on the long table of Gryffindor Harry, who was on the side, cast an envious look.

The other little wizards showed unbelievable eyes and looked here.

Dumbledore glanced at the school hat, and the school hat made a choice reluctantly: "I was just kidding just now, Slytherin!"

Li Zhuoguang curled his lips disdainfully. Sure enough, the whole Hogwarts was full of prejudice against Slytherin from top to bottom, believing that this academy specializes in taking bad guys. Otherwise, why would the branch hat be assigned him here?

Seeing Li Zhuoguang walking towards Slytherin's long table, Slytherin's seniors all began to applaud with reserve.

Because Li Zhuoguang's indifferent and slightly disgusted expression looked like a qualified pure-blood nobleman, but they were not very familiar with the family in the East and had never heard of this surname.

...

"Pojun."

"Ah... Forget it, Gryffindor."

This class of young wizard watched Pojun walk towards Gryffindor's long table in horror, and only felt that the division hat was broken.

Seeing this scene, Li Zhuoguang became even more determined.

There were fewer and fewer little wizards who had not yet sat down at the end of the branch ceremony, and it seemed that it was about to end, but Li Zhuoguang always felt that something was missing. At this time, Snape broke into the auditorium like a big bat, and behind him were three unlucky guys with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

Li Zhuoguang nodded, now it was all together.