Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 194 American Horror Story

San Diego, USA.

The afterglow of Halloween has not yet faded, at least in San Diego High School, where students are still immersed in the festival carnival.

This year's dance is different from previous ones. Normally, the Alumni Day Dance is held one month after the start of school - but this year's Alumni Day Dance was held after Halloween.

Perhaps this is also inseparable from some other reasons.

The Alumni Day Dance is usually held one month after the start of school. The name of this dance is to welcome students back to campus after the summer vacation. The Alumni Day Dance has a different theme every year and is second only to the graduation dance in terms of formality. The school will rent a special venue to create a ceremonial atmosphere for everyone.

This year's Alumni Day Ball has a mysterious wizard theme.

"You know what? We invited a cool friend today!"

A blonde girl said excitedly.

She looked very happy, as if she had invited some important person.

"Okay, Tiffany." A chubby girl next to her asked with great interest, "It seems that someone has come to invite you - is that person Spencer from our school? Oh my God, he is so cool - I have never seen such a handsome man..."

Spencer is the captain of their school's football team. Generally speaking, in high school, people like Spencer have priority in choosing a spouse.

And it's the SVIP kind.

The Alumni Day Dance is also a good day for expressing love. Students who want to invite others should take action as early as after the school starts. Generally speaking, an invitation to a dance represents a confession of love in some way.

But the universal inequality tells us that accepting a dance invitation does not mean agreeing to be a girlfriend.

To formally confirm the relationship, an additional invitation is required.

"Oh, it's not Spencer." Tiffany smiled proudly, "I met a cool friend. I dare say, even Spencer is not as cool as him!"

"Really?" Several girls nearby asked together.

They were not just perfunctorily interested; they were genuinely curious.

After all, Tiffany is the kind of girl who has very high standards. A boy who can catch her eye must not be an ordinary person.

"Hehe." Tiffany smiled without saying anything.

She had put a lot of effort into planning this dance, and the good friend she invited was a handsome young man from England.

The young man was not only handsome, but also spoke fluent Oxford accent, which fascinated Tiffany to the core.

In fact, most women who have come into contact with English have a mysterious pursuit of the British accent, especially the Oxford accent that represents the upper class.

Seeing Tiffany like this, everyone was very interested and wanted to see what kind of person this beautiful boy was who could make Tiffany, who was always so arrogant, look like a little girl with amorous feelings.

It was almost evening when Tiffany, who had been waiting outside, finally met the handsome boy she had been dreaming of.

"Thomas!"

Tiffany waved at the beautiful boy, and the classmates beside her also looked in the direction she waved.

As they watched, a young man wearing a black hooded windbreaker and a black bow tie walked towards them from a distance.

The boy was wearing a white mask, so his features could not be seen clearly - but his temperament was hard to ignore.

No one knew where he came from, but his sudden appearance did not seem abrupt.

The boy held a bouquet of bright red boutonnieres in his hands, which were the same color and type as the boutonniere he was wearing on his chest; he walked all the way to Tiffany and handed the boutonniere in his hand to Tiffany.

"You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen."

The boy spoke British English in an elegant and sexy way—at least that's what the female classmates around him thought.

"I seem to see shining stars in your eyes."

The male classmates next to him had actually noticed the handsome boy Thomas a long time ago, and after hearing his "weird" British accent, they all looked like they were about to vomit.

In fact, just as American women pursue the British accent, most men are not interested in the British accent, especially Americans, who are very...sensitive to the British accent.

It would have been fine a hundred years ago. At that time, Britain's invincible navy dominated the world and no one dared to challenge it. Americans naturally did not dare to say anything about Britain. Even if they had any opinions, they would only complain in private.

But times have changed. Ever since you led Britain into World War I, you have been on a downward spiral. In World War II, you only managed to become a victorious nation thanks to our blood. A few years ago, you lost so badly in the Falkland Islands (the official name should be the 'Malvinas Islands' as Argentina called them). When American men see the British now, their reaction is nothing more than...

You're a poor, down-and-out bastard, and you're begging in Washington?

Of course, even the most destitute redneck in Texas would involuntarily straighten his spine when he thought of America’s invincible army.

Tiffany, who was praised with sweet words, covered her lips with her hands and looked at Thomas in disbelief.

"Thomas..."

She had only seen such scenes in her dreams.

"Let's go, Tiffany." Thomas' voice was steady and magnetic. He looked at Tiffany gently and said, "Don't keep your friends waiting."

friends?
Tiffany just thought Thomas was talking about her friends. She didn't think much about it. Instead, she happily took Thomas' arm and followed him into the school.

When Thomas walked into the ball with Tiffany's arm, he instantly attracted the attention of most people present.

After all, Thomas is so conspicuous - a black windbreaker and a white mask, it is hard not to leave a deep impression on people.

Thomas was not moved by these eyes, he seemed to have long been accustomed to such attention.

The two of them walked across the dance floor and came to the dining area to sit down.

Thomas didn't rush to sit down, but looked around with deep eyes.

"What are you looking at, Thomas?" Tiffany asked with concern.

"Nothing." Thomas smiled, but through the mask Tiffany could only see a slight change in Thomas' eyes.

Before Tiffany could say anything, her friends came over from a short distance away and sat down around the table.

"Sir, are you really..." one of the girls asked with her hands on her chest.

But that's only half the question. You can't just ask someone about their accent in person, right?

Even the brainless American sweethearts think this is extremely rude.

"If you think so." Thomas' voice was very charming and had a very traditional Oxford accent.

Tiffany's friends immediately burst into screams. For them, this accent was too sexy.

Of course, even Thomas, the person involved, found it difficult to understand their train of thought.

It's just a word, why scream?
——Don’t you think it’s a little too early to scream now?

They surrounded Thomas and asked him questions, and Thomas patiently answered their questions one by one.

After a while, the waiter came to the auditorium and served food to each table.

Only then did the girls return to their seats reluctantly.

Thomas didn't seem to care about the food in front of him. He was just looking around, as if he was very interested in his surroundings.

"Why aren't you eating, Thomas?" Tiffany asked with a smile.

"I'm on a diet," Thomas replied mildly.

"You have a great figure, Thomas." Tiffany said with a fangirl look on her face, "You don't need to destroy yourself by dieting."

Of course, she was a fan of Thomas - in fact, whether it was Thomas's knowledge, his life experience, or the little magic he occasionally showed, Tiffany fell deeply in love with this boy.

Before Thomas could say anything, the music filled the auditorium.

At the same time, more than a dozen men in black robes walked in from outside.

Their outfits seemed out of place with the style of the ball, and they looked like they were popular decades ago.

After entering the auditorium, these people walked straight in the direction of Thomas.

The young men and women who had heard the music and wanted to step onto the dance floor, stopped and looked in their direction when they saw these men in black with ill intentions.

At the same time, Thomas put one hand into his robe and slowly stood up.

Seeing Thomas' actions, the students around him were stunned. They no longer had the desire to watch the fun and all hid aside.

This is the depth of the old area players of Gunfight. Even though they have only been in high school for two years, they know that shooting is not a joke.

We have been exposed to this since childhood, and have also experienced the teachings and actions of some people who wish to remain anonymous. We all know what this action represents.

Generally speaking, putting your hand inside a windbreaker basically means that there is something dangerous inside.

However, just as they were staring at Thomas's hands and slowly backing away, they saw Thomas pull out a small wooden stick from his arms.

This surprised everyone.

I thought Thomas would pull out a Glock 17, or an FN57, or at worst an M1911 - what happened?
A small wooden stick, what kind of damage can it cause?
"You are surrounded, Mr. Unknown."

The man in a windbreaker who was at the head of the group said so, but he did not look at the people around him while speaking, as if they were some small animals being watched and had nothing to do with him.

Of course they knew the identity of the 'unknown gentleman' in front of them, but they were not willing to believe it - everyone knew that Voldemort, who once dominated the British wizarding world, was dead, killed in seconds by a one-year-old baby. As for Scamander, who came to the American Magical Congress some time ago to give orders, they were not willing to believe it at all, and they all thought that the other party was exaggerating.

Who knows if that was a British conspiracy to take over the American wizarding world?

But this unknown gentleman is indeed enough to give the Magical Congress of the United States a headache. After all, the trouble he has caused in the United States in recent years is big enough.

First, some magical creatures were slaughtered, then a mysterious sacrificial ritual was performed, and Muggles were slaughtered in various major cities...

They tracked Voldemort all the way and finally caught up with him in San Diego.

Fortunately, this time, they finally arrived at the scene before the mysterious gentleman started a killing spree.

It’s never too late!
He's just a dark wizard who hits Muggles hard!

"Why, the self-proclaimed righteous Aurors are finally here?" Thomas said leisurely, "Should I throw down this wand and beg for your forgiveness, Aurors?"

"We will make you die quickly, sir." The leading Auror said, "This is the greatest mercy for you who have committed so many crimes!"

Magic wand?

Auror?

What is all this and what?
The Muggle teenagers, who knew nothing about magic and the existence of the wizarding world, looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what they were talking about.

"I hope your mouth can match your strength."

After that, Thomas snapped his fingers.

A gust of wind suddenly appeared in front of the leading Auror, blowing him back.

But the people around him could not feel even a wisp of wind. In their eyes, the Auror was just grinning, as if he was being tormented by a force eight gale...

What a great acting, they thought.

After all, they are battle-hardened Aurors, and free America itself is a place where gunfights happen every day. Their training enables them to quickly use spells to fight back.

However, in front of Thomas, these Aurors are simply not enough.

Scarlet light flew out from the Aurors' wands and hit the invisible shield around Thomas' body, creating ripples.

"Cool!" The students around him shouted, "What is this? It's so cool! Is it the latest technological gadget?"

Perhaps they had a keen sense of smell for gunfights, but ordinary No-Maj people had never seen magic and had no sense of vigilance at all towards these unknown dangers.

Thomas was not moved at all. He didn't say a word, but easily blocked the Aurors' spells with an invisible barrier and bounced them off, hitting the onlookers around him.

Some people were struck by the spell and fell asleep without a word; some people suddenly found that the wine glasses in their hands flew out of their hands; some people were even more shocked after being struck by the spell, as if they were hit head-on by a speeding truck and flew far away.

At this time, the students in the auditorium also realized something was wrong. They scattered and shouted, trying to escape, but they found that they could not get out of the auditorium at all.

"Thomas..." Tiffany looked at Thomas with some horror. She didn't know who this man was, but her intuition told her that he must be a legendary terrorist, even more terrifying than Otto Skorzeny.

Of course, I learned this name in history class yesterday.

Thomas did not answer him, but stretched out his hand and spun it, returning all the colorful spells that were fired at the Aurors who were attacking him.

The quality of the Aurors was also very high. They blocked the spells they fired and even had enough time to fight back.

Thomas raised his wand and pointed it at the group of Aurors.

"Expelliarmus!"

The wands in the hands of the nearest Aurors flew out and spun behind Thomas.

This is not the Lightning Disarm Chain, but the characteristic of the Disarm spell itself. As long as the targets are close enough, it can achieve a range disarming effect.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A pale green light burst out from the head of Thomas's wand, making the entire auditorium look as eerie and dark as hell.

Spells shot out one after another, ruthlessly reaping the lives of the Aurors.

The onlookers didn't know what this spell meant, but even the dumbest ones knew that something was wrong.

Soon, there was only one Auror left, the head Auror who was defended by the Wind Curse alone.

Thomas walked up to him, took off the white mask, revealing his handsome face.

Before he could say anything, he heard a bang.

A ripple flashed in front of him, and a bullet was stuck in the middle of the ripple.

Thomas turned around and saw a young man with a gun pointed at him with both hands and a terrified look on his face.

"Sorry, I'm not..."

Before he could finish, Thomas waved his finger and a deep wound appeared on the young man's neck.

Immediately, a red fountain gushed out from the wound. The man knelt on the ground, covering his neck, but he could not stop the wound.

A burst of loud screams suddenly broke out in the auditorium.

Thomas remained unmoved. He picked up his wand and harvested the lives of all the remaining people in the hall one by one.

In the end, he was left with the Auror who was alone with the Wind Curse, and Tiffany who invited him to the ball.

"No...don't kill me..."

Tiffany was already frightened out of her wits, and when Thomas came to her, she stammered and begged for mercy.

Thomas lowered his head and reached out to touch Tiffany's head gently.

"I always believe that the best should be saved for last," he said softly.

"You...you..."

Before Tiffany could finish her words, she felt herself being flipped over.

Then there was the sound of cloth being torn, and a sharp pain suddenly came from my back.

"what……"

She began to scream, but failed to arouse any sympathy from Thomas.

Thomas held the magic wand and slowly drew a pattern on Tiffany's back. He didn't seem to be in a hurry to complete the pattern, but rather enjoyed the process of torturing Tiffany.

At the same time, he flicked his wand and a bowl appeared under the Auror's neck.

Along with the Auror's muffled groan, a deep wound appeared on his neck, and bright red blood gushed out from his neck and flowed into the bowl.

When the bowl was half full, Thomas hooked his fingers and placed the bowl in the center of the inverted pentagram pattern on Tiffany's back.

At the same time, the blood in the bowl began to boil.

"Speak to me—"

He hissed.

"His youngest son!"

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)