Hogwarts: Past Life Exposed, I Am The Supreme Wizard

Constantine paused and looked carefully at the girl who called him.

She has black hair, a long body, and looks between eighteen and twenty-one. It is no exaggeration to describe her as youthful and beautiful.

But the strange thing is that he has never seen it.

Whether it was this girl or anything similar to this girl, he had never seen it before.

But seeing the girl looking eager to say something, Constantine still smiled.

"This pick-up technique is getting a bit old."

Zed was obviously anxious. She looked up and down at the man in front of her, with blond hair, a cynical expression, and a classic beige windbreaker.

He was exactly the same as the man in her memory, and even his reaction was the same as in her fantasy.

She hurriedly rummaged around for something, rummaging through every pocket.

"You! Wait! Sir, I have evidence, very important evidence."

Constantine gracefully stopped where he was, waiting for the girl to rummage through her body, but after a long time, the girl still didn't rummage through anything.

Zed slapped his head in annoyance:

"I forgot all my paintings in the studio. If you are willing to follow me back to the studio, I will tell you.

"The studio is not far."

As she said that, she was about to drag Constantine away, but after dragging him for a long time, he didn't move.

Instead, Tan laughed on the spot.

"Okay, this method is not old-fashioned, but I am a little busy now."

"When I'm done, if you still meet me, I'll go to that studio with you."

With that said, Constantine shook off Zed's hand, leaving only Zed's back in a windbreaker.

This made Zed so angry that she rushed forward and stopped in front of Constantine.

"No, I'm not trying to strike up a conversation, nor am I joking."

"I've been dreaming about you every day for this month.

Zed's hands were waving with emotion.

"This must, must mean something?"

Constantine held his breath and looked at Zed. This girl was not lying. She did have a lot of spiritual energy in her body that only magicians could possess.

However, aura does not mean that a mage can cast spells. He has seen too many wizards who have aura but do nothing because of lack of training.

He said kindly:

"15 is enough, sister.

"If you really dreamed about me for three consecutive months, it was because of you and had nothing to do with me."

As he spoke, he looked at the street corner he had been paying attention to. The workers who had gathered before began to walk towards a certain place in an orderly manner.

Constantine knew it.

They were either looking for something or had something urgent to do.

In an industrial town like Conilworth, workers are the blood of the city.

He patted the girl's shoulder lightly and said:

"Let's do this, miss, you wait for me at the corner."

"I'm going to buy a pack of cigarettes, and then I'll talk to you about the studio.

Zed looked at the alley that was not ten meters away, hesitated for a while, and said okay in a low voice.

As soon as she entered the alley, Constantine flew away immediately.

This made the wizards look very confused.

[Ronald: Wait, Anton knew that Zed and his fate were connected, but when he saw this girl who was obviously connected to him, he didn't even ask her name. 】

[ Harry: Maybe it’s because Anton doesn’t believe in fate or anything like that. 】

[ Harry: In other words, he didn't even believe what the previous two demons said. 】

[Ronald: Yes, this place, and the large unsigned bills that suddenly arrived in the mail, do seem quite strange. 】

[Ronald: But Anton won’t even ask for his name. 】

[ Flitwick: It may be Anton's plan. He must have his own plans, including chatting up women here and watching people. 】

[Flitwick: These are the necessary things for the first wizard to travel in a new environment. 】

[ Flitwick: By the way, speaking of this, you can ask Sirius how much he does on missions. 】

[Sirius: Just kidding, Professor, I am just a person who has been on the run for a long time and was forced to be in prison. 】

[Sirius: Even the revenge was taken by Anton for me. No one knew that that rat Pettigrew would hide in the school. 】

[Sirius: What a damn sinister villain. 】

[ Flitwick: Even rats like this know that Hogwarts is their safest hiding place. 】

[Sirius: So, I plan to give half of our family's things to Anton and half to Harry. Anyway, I don't want the name of the Black family anymore. Giving it to outstanding young wizards can better realize its value. 】

【Harry: Godfather? What, what are you going to do?】

[Sirius: Travel! To study magic, it’s best to go to the East, like Anton. 】

[ Flitwick: How do I remember that Blake has a younger brother in Judgment? 】

[Sirius: That person? You said Regulus, he is a timid Death Eater. I usually have nothing to say to him. 】

[Sirius: Remember the children, a true friend you can talk to is worth a hundred evil fake relatives. 】

[Sirius: This is my creed. 】

[ Harry: Then I don’t want it anymore. Anton also avenged me, and my father left me enough things. 】

[Sirius: Then give it all to Anton, I have already written it in the book. 】

【Harry: But, how are you going to live your life?】

[Sirius: Harry, you have to understand that there are plenty of places for outstanding wizards to make galleons. 】

[ Harry:………………, I always feel that the godfather’s idea is a bit ill-considered. 】

[Sirius: Hahaha, that’s right. Harry, I guess I don’t like complicated things. 】

[Sirius: And I think that most of the things you seriously consider are much better than just slapping your head and thinking of things. 】

When it came to Regulus, Sirius talked a lot more. He also planned to impart some life philosophies to his godson.

The topic suddenly changed.

[ Harry: Wait, something seems wrong. 】

[ Harry: Anton, why did you go to someone else’s house? 】

The wizards were chatting and didn't pay much attention.

As soon as he looked at the screen, Constantine appeared outside a villa.

The courtyard of the villa was full of people, and even the door of the villa was hung with a black curtain.

The entire villa is all black.

Apparently there was a funeral going on here.

At this time, the wizards couldn't help but stay calm. After all, the solemn atmosphere of the funeral was here, and a few young wizards didn't dare to make any jokes.

But Constantine didn't seem to care about this at all. He walked to the door of the funeral procession wearing a tie he didn't know when.

Among the people in the courtyard wearing black mourning clothes, he was the only one still wearing a beige windbreaker.

This feeling of dissonance is huge, no matter how big it is.

[Ronald: Why did Anton go to someone else’s funeral? 】

[Ronald: Is this also part of Anton’s investigation? 】

[Ronald: Wait, Harry, do you also have a party for funerals in the Muggle world? 】

[ Harry: No! Funerals in our world are just funerals, not parties. 】

[Ronald: Then, isn’t Anton dead? 】

[Flitwick: Perhaps, this is also a type of Anton investigation. Mr. Weasley, don't jump to conclusions yet. 】

[ Snape: But I can also confirm that this is indeed a challenge. 】

[ Snape: But this wizard named John Constantine seems to have completely ignored the situation here. 】

[ Snape: Or maybe, he's just here to make trouble. 】

The wizards couldn't understand, it was not about catching the devil as promised.

Why did he first reject Zed, who looked like a destined person, and then come to someone else's funeral to make trouble?

Is there any hidden secret in Anton's plan?

Several guests had already discovered this anomaly.

They all looked at Constantine who came uninvited with puzzled eyes, but Constantine's expression was quite natural, like a distant relative who came here to express condolences.

Not only did he look natural, but his expression was also quite serious, with a hint of sadness and reluctance in his solemnity.

The two tall and strong security guards at the gate were impressed by this look, and they generously let Constantine in.

As soon as he entered the door, Constantine ran straight into the house, completely ignoring the red line that was restricted to family members, and ran to the innermost part of the house and walked in.

The only person in the room was the widow of the funeral owner, a woman named Connie who was crying.

Seeing Constantine walking in, Connie was stunned for a moment, then asked sharply:

"who?"

Constantine pointed to his beige trench coat.

"Sorry, Mrs. Connie, I'm a reporter for the District Worker newspaper and I wanted to come here to get some information.

At this time, the wizards finally understood why Constantine was looking at those workers before.

It turned out that they were the ones he wanted to investigate.

But the method of investigation was undoubtedly a bit too provocative. He pretended to be a reporter in broad daylight and ran into people's homes in a big way.

If it weren't for Constantine's acting skills, anyone with a worse acting skill would have been beaten out with a big stick.

The woman looked at Constantine, and then at the serious voice recorder in his pocket.

His expression relaxed.

"Oh, I'm so sorry that the media came to interview my husband."

"When he was alive, no one cared about him, and he didn't even have a friend."

Constantine said calmly:

"Our newspaper office always attaches great importance to accidents like this. Can you tell us the details of the day your husband was killed?"

"There are specific circumstances."

Mrs. Connie looked at Constantine carefully, from head to toe.

Then he tapped Constantine's shoulder.

"follow me."

The two quietly went upstairs and arrived at what looked like the master bedroom.

The place is lit with incense, the smell is everywhere, and colorful paintings hang on the walls.

There are some very bold works among them.

And above the bedside table, Mrs. Connie, wearing a wedding dress, still looks charming.

Unfortunately, the other man in the photo died young.

Obviously, this place is the couple's bedroom.

Constantine said.

"Madam, how did your husband die?"

"Coal mine."

Of course Constantine knew that the death was due to the coal mine, otherwise there would not be such coal mine employees.

He continued to ask:

"The specific situation, madam, is it a landslide, a coal mine collapse, or is it due to improper operation of the company?"

"This is crucial."

Mrs. Connie shook her head, her expression a little sad.

"If I told the truth, would you believe it?"

Constantine was talking seriously.

"Madam, we in the newspaper industry always pay attention to the truth, no matter how heart-stopping and terrible the truth is."

"We all believe it.

Mrs. Connie suddenly came very close and lightly touched Constantine's shoulder with her fingers.

"Although those in the company went viral that this was a landslide accident."

"But my husband did not die under the mine, but outside the mine.

"He was taking a bath in a coal mine, but oil spurted out of the faucet! There was also black fire!"

"That's how my husband was burned alive!"

There was a slight expression of joy on Constantine's face.

Just being burned to death by fire is enough to help him filter out hundreds of demon species.

Obviously, this is a demon who can control fire and minerals.

He adjusted his smile and asked calmly:

"Then was your husband injured during the day or at night?"

Mrs. Connie had tears in her eyes and looked like a frightened woman.

"I don't know, I can't remember clearly."

"I, a poor woman, was frightened at the time. When he sent it back, there were only a few bone meal."

"Even the coffin buried today was empty, and the ones buried were bone powder."

Constantine asked a few more questions, but Mrs. Connie was also completely absent-minded.

It's just a symbolic way of saying how miserable I am and how pitiful I am as a widow.

Nothing else useful was said at all.

But Constantine comforted her softly and was extremely patient. Not only did he respond to the widow's nonsense, he even said considerately that he understood her difficulties.

This made Mrs. Connie's eyes gradually shine, and by the end, Mrs. Connie's face was even full of smiles.

"Mr. Reporter, if all reporters were of your level."

"I just want to watch the news every day."

Constantine said to Mrs. Connie with a beautiful professional smile:

"Mrs. Joking."

After judging that nothing could be squeezed out of this widow, Constantine had given up communicating.

He stood up and said to Mrs. Connie in a professional tone:

"Okay, poor lady, I get it."

"The news about your husband will be reported as it is next month.

Mrs. Connie nodded repeatedly with affection in her eyes.

"Thank you, sir."

"Thank you for coming, my lonely heart has been somewhat comforted.

The wizards were shocked again by Constantine's ability to deceive.

This Constantine is definitely a talent! Wearing a trench coat to the funeral, not only did he not get beaten, he even gained a lot of useful information.

This ability is simply magic! But it doesn’t require a wand at all!

[ Flitwick: This! This is simply art! In just a few seconds, Constantine completely saw through that Muggle woman. 】

[Flitwick: Single, widowed, in need of talking and sustenance, as long as there is someone who can listen to her, this Muggle woman will give up her soul. 】

[Ronald: Wait, is this what we are going to learn in Muggle Studies class too? I kind of want to sign up. 】

[Flitwick: This is not something that can be learned in Muggle studies classes. This is the highest level of Muggle studies skills. It is called psychology. 】

[Hermione: I have a few psychology books at home. Well, although Anton’s usage just now is quite strange, it is indeed in line with psychological expectations. 】

[Flitwick: It's a pity that such a talented person should open a magic school to teach. He really understands Muggles. 】

[Flitwick: With him, we wizards don't even need any secrecy laws. 】

Just as Constantine was about to go out, Mrs. Connie suddenly stopped in front of him as if she had remembered something.

"By the way, I have another very important thing that I would like to ask the reporter to take a look at?"

Constantine was a little strange, but still asked patiently:

"What's the matter? Mrs. Connie, I'm a little busy, please be brief."

Connie bit her lip and said nothing, her eyes just glanced up and down Constantine's body.

As a veteran, Constantine instantly understood what Mrs. Connie meant.

He dodged and rushed towards the door.

But as soon as he touched the door handle, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

This woman locked the door!