Infinite Horror: The Strongest Zhongzhou Team

But as Malfoy ran, he lowered his head in terror.

Only then did I realize that my legs were dangling in the air, and that someone had lifted me up.

Honda, looking at the expressive Malfoy in his hand, completely unfazed by his verbal threats, and said directly:

"Let's get started, Fusang."

The short player known as Fusang shrugged.

"Alright, you three, look me in the eyes!"

After a few seconds.

"Boss, is it just erasing memories?"

"Should I get them some...?"

Honda glanced at the several characters whose eyes were already glazed over and then turned and left.

"You decide what to do!"

For those who reincarnate, the fates of these characters in the story are already predictable.

In Honda's eyes, Malfoy was nothing more than a spoiled rich kid.

In the end, he was still a pitiful person.

It wasn't the kind of existence he hated the most.

Honda strode out of the corner of the building and saw Hashimoto leaning against the wall, looking down at his phone.

The captain, who encountered his own team members, only glanced at them before leaving warily.

At that moment, a line of text suddenly appeared on the phone that only Hashimoto could see.

This person also decisively turned around and left.

All of this was inexplicable to the other teams.

Only Zero stared at the little girl Hashimoto's back with a serious expression.
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The dining hall at Hogwarts.

Perhaps because the first year of school is the easiest, most of the students in the cafeteria at this time are freshmen.

"Rabbit eyes sparkle, harp plays softly, turning this clear water into fine wine."

"Apply it to the eyes, and your relatives will visit..."

Harry looked at his classmate who was staring at a glass of water, chanting spells and swinging a bat not far away, and couldn't help but ask Ron next to him.

"What is Simo doing?"

Ron said helplessly, "Turning it into wine, but the magic did work yesterday, turning it into a glass of milk."

"It's just that Simo forgot how he pronounced it back then."

"And then it became..."

Ron hadn't finished speaking.

The entire cafeteria was illuminated by an extremely intense flash of light.

Everyone felt dizzy and disoriented.

After the light disappears.

Everyone burst into laughter when they saw the cup in front of Simo emitting white smoke.

Clearly, this was yet another magical accident.

No one reacted much to this unexpected event.

Because such things are quite normal among a group of freshmen.

Behind Harry, Xin'er and Yue'er were quickly jotting something down with their quill pens.

"The tone rises... the wand-waving sequence is adjusted to..."

"The final effect appears to be either a stun grenade or a flashbang; further investigation is needed!"

That's the time.

A unique owl's call came from the ceiling of the cafeteria.

Before Harry could ask, Ron excitedly said:

"An email has arrived!"

Harry Potter was stunned: "What email?"

Ron looked up at an opening in the cafeteria ceiling and quickly explained:

"These are letters or items sent to you by family or friends."

"In addition to our own owls, the college has owls specifically in charge of mail operations."

Ron had just finished speaking.

Harry looked up as well and saw owls flying in through the roof entrance of the dining hall.

Then these owls of various colors swooped down directly.

Some of the owls were carrying a package.

Some contained a gift box, some a book, and some just a letter.

These owls didn't even need to land; they simply released their claws mid-air, and the items landed safely in front of each student.

The lolis, Yue'er, and Xin'er, who were among the new students, all had items falling in front of them.

And just as one of the owls released its claws, a disheveled Simon got up and threw out a letter.

The last owl caught it and flew away.

There are quite a few people who do this.

Because these "couriers" are not only responsible for delivering packages, but also for picking them up.

Overall, this is a very well-developed postal system in the magical world.

However, when watching horror movies, everyone naively believes that these owls are really just owls.

But now, the three little girls don't think that way anymore.

There was a professor who turned into a cat and a mouse, and a traitor.

Turning into an owl deliveryman isn't such a big deal.

As for why it was an owl and not some other animal that flies faster.

The only reason the three lolis could think of was that owls were popular among magicians.

The daily delivery process starts and ends quickly.

There was nothing in front of Harry, of course, but the protagonist was only frustrated for a moment before recovering.

Two things fell down in front of Ron: a letter and a rolled-up new newspaper.

Ron glanced at it and picked up the envelope on his right.

Harry looked at the newspaper bound with leather straps: "Ron, can I borrow it?"

Ron nodded: "Of course, Harry."

Just as the freshmen were unpacking their packages, an annoying voice rang out from behind them.

Malfoy shouted with a hint of mockery:

"Oh, look, Neville's family sent him a glass marble?"

Hermione explained from the side:

"No, this isn't a glass ball. I've seen it in a book. This should be a magical artifact, a memory ball."

"Look at the white smoke in that ball. If the smoke turns red, it means something has been forgotten."

"It's usually used by older magicians because they tend to be forgetful."

As soon as he finished explaining, everyone saw the memory orb in Neville's hand filled with red smoke.

Seeing that all his classmates were looking at him, Neville stammered nervously:

"But...but I don't remember forgetting anything?"

Neville's appearance once again drew laughter from everyone.

The three little girls also went over to take a look.

When no one touches it, there are some light gold marks and patterns on the transparent glass inside and out.

After being grasped by Neville, the white smoke within appeared out of thin air and quickly turned red.

Harry looked at the news in the newspaper and suddenly became excited: "Ron, Ron?"

"Come quickly and take a look!"

"It says that someone illegally broke into Gringotts Wizarding Bank again yesterday, and it was still the work of an unidentified dark wizard."

"The Gringotts goblins admitted that someone broke in, but emphasized that nothing was stolen."

Harry paused, then asked, "Wait, what do you mean by trespassing again?"

"I remember going there yesterday morning and the day before yesterday morning!"

Ron stared wide-eyed, looked around, and then whispered, "Oh, Harry, you don't know?" Harry, seeing Ron's furtive expression, was even more confused: "Know what?"

Ron quickly came over.

"Don't tell anyone, but just three or four days ago, the entire Diagon Alley was attacked by an evil dark sorcerer."

"The Gringotts Wizarding Bank was even breached and broken into."

"Even those from the Ministry of Magic who rushed to provide support later suffered heavy casualties."

"Of course, these things weren't mentioned in the official reports."

As Ron spoke, he lowered his voice again, but at that moment, Hermione somehow came over as well.

Moreover, they were sitting opposite each other, face to face, leaning in close.

Ron stared wide-eyed, unsure whether to speak or remain silent.

After thinking about it for a moment, I decided to speak again.

What Ron didn't notice was that when he decided to speak, Hermione looked at him more often.

“Let me tell you both, I heard from my father that during the attack on Diagon Alley, all sorts of evil spirits, skeletons, and demons appeared. It must have been a powerful dark magician!”

"Some people are even saying that one of them has made a comeback!!!"

Harry was about to ask who it was, but then he suddenly remembered something and instinctively covered his forehead.

Harry pointed to the newspaper: "And what about this time?"

"Or a dark magician?"

Why did these magicians only go to vault 713 this time?

Ron was taken aback: "Uh, didn't they go to this vault last time?"

Harry nodded: "No, because when Hagrid and I went there, there were still things in the vault, and Hagrid took them out."

"Therefore, there was nothing lost because there was nothing."

"What does this mean?"

Although Hermione on the other end only heard the latter half, her intelligence allowed her to quickly understand what was going on.

He also whispered, "This means that this time it's not the same group as last time."

"Otherwise, they wouldn't have gone a second time."

"If the dark magicians only have one group, then who is the other group?"

"Their goal seems very clear: this thing that Hagrid took out."

Hermione, Ron, and Harry exchanged glances, but none of them could come up with a solution.

After all, they knew too little information.

Even at this moment, a sudden voice rang out, startling all three of them.

"If the three of you don't mind, I'll grab a piece of corn first, and you can continue!"

A tiny figure walked onto the dining table, took an ear of corn from the plate between the three of them, and then turned and walked away decisively.

All that remained was a waving figure.

"Um, actually I've been wanting to ask this for a while now. Is this the pet Simon was talking about, or an exchange student?"

Hermione looked at Harry and said, "It's obviously the second one. I think she's as skilled in Transfiguration as Professor McGonagall, except one likes to turn into a cat and the other likes to turn into a baby."

"Well, it's just really weird."

Harry and Ron nodded as they watched the baby in the suit walk away.

"Actually, this design is quite good. At least it allows me to move freely at the dining table without being bothered by others."

Ron followed Hermione's gaze to a plate of steamed pumpkin that was some distance away from her.

Ron didn't think much of it, and after noticing it, he got up, took it, and handed it over.

Harry's piece was also included.

The conversation among the three freshmen quickly shifted to the afternoon classes.

This afternoon will be their first flight lesson as freshmen.

Moreover, it wasn't just the three of them who were discussing it; almost all the freshmen got excited.

What is a flight lesson?

"It's basically about learning the skills to control a flying broomstick so you can fly."

Harry listened to Ron's explanation: "Hmm, that sounds simple?"

"So Ron, have you ever flown?"

Ron's expression changed several times before he finally straightened his back and raised his head: "Of course, of course I flew over."

"It just didn't take off!"

The words were spoken so softly that Harry didn't hear them at all.

However, Ron, being a student with an older brother, said: "By the way, Professor Hodge in the flight class doesn't like that title. She prefers students to call her 'Madam,' Mrs. Hodge."

Harry nodded. "Well, this is another strange teacher."

Hermione excitedly moved to another table and approached the three little girls.

"what about you?"

"You guys must have flown before, right?"

The little girl looked up and thought for a moment: "Hmm, I guess you could say I flew."

Xin'er added, "The Ministry of Magic stipulates that wizards under the age of seventeen are not allowed to use their magical abilities outside of magic."

"We've only tried it at home."

Yue'er nodded without saying much.

Hermione pressed further, "And how did it feel?"

"What does it feel like?"

Eleven-year-old Xin'er was still a child, but the smile she gave this man was full of doting affection.

"Feelings? If it's my first time, I think all I'll feel is fear because of my fear of heights."

"But things will get much better later."

Hermione nodded.

Her long, golden hair swayed twice.

Hermione finally couldn't help but look at Xin'er, or more precisely, at the white nun's habit under Xin'er's magic robe.

"Actually, I've wanted to ask this for a while, but the clothes here are so beautiful..."

Despite repeatedly reminding myself not to have too much contact with the main trio.

But Hermione, an eleven-year-old girl, has such an innocent-looking face that it's hard not to feel close to her.

The three of them inevitably chatted for a few more minutes.

That afternoon.

On the green open ground of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

This is a huge grassland of nearly two thousand square meters.

The freshmen gathered together and stood in two rows, left and right.

And everyone also had a bare, worn-out broom.

There's no way around it; it's a teaching tool, so how can you expect to use anything fancy?

The three little girls had already touched and even piloted the flying broomstick.

But now they had no choice but to stand quietly and wait for the teacher to give instructions.

However, the three of them did not pretend that they knew nothing at all.

After all, it's not a secret that freshmen have come into contact with flying broomsticks.

The simplest example is that Malfoy and his group are practically looking up to the sky.

It's obvious that they have prior experience; they're not even pretending.

The three lolis all come from ancient magical families, so the lack of contact between them would be problematic.

Unbeknownst to the three, their every move was being watched by certain people.

Of course, it wasn't just the three of them.

This applies to all new students.

"Oh, look, what's that?"

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be our flight instructor."

No sooner had a freshman finished speaking than the figure in the distance appeared before him in a flash. (End of Chapter)