Queen Anne's hometown, Xie An can't see it at all. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info It's an idyllic place. Flat fields, green crops, and some cows, already under the blue sky, old castles. As Xie An realized before, these places have been divided into their own names by various nobles and become private property, and Xie An did not know which one was the property of the Queen Anne family. At this point, Anne also seems to be a little confused.

Walking around the countryside casually, the Muggle farmers in England were some of the older ones. Their skin is a little rough, but they look healthy, and they are very colorful like apples when sunburned. Xie An saw a very handsome gray-haired middle-aged man leading a horse, and his lovely daughter was sitting on it.

When the little girl saw Queen Anne, she waved at her excitedly. Anne smiled brightly, and Xie An chatted with the handsome middle-aged man, who seemed to be still a man with a title, and the surrounding places were his family's property.

Queen Anne happily agreed to the little girl's invitation to visit her family's castle, and the middle-aged man thought that Xie An was a visitor from abroad. Very enthusiastic to explain to the two of them the scenery and specialties of their home. Xie An explained that he was actually from London, and this time he was accompanying his sister to play. The little girl always praised Anne for being so beautiful, and Queen Anne kissed the little girl and blessed her with the blessing that she would grow up in the future.

After saying goodbye to the little girl, the two continued to walk on the country road on foot. Xie An couldn't help but ask, "Why do you want to bless that girl?" Queen Anne's blessing was not an ordinary verbal blessing, Xie An could feel that there were strange magic fluctuations, as if something stayed by the little girl's side in the dark.

"Nothing. "In fact, Queen Anne's daughter, Elizabeth I, was once Queen Anne's most precious thing. It's a pity that Queen Anne didn't have the opportunity to watch the little girl grow up, which has always been a regret in Queen Anne's heart.

Xie An saw that Queen Anne did not answer directly, so he did not continue to ask. He thought for a moment and asked, "Empress, what are you going to do next?"

Queen Anne looked around, a trace of vicissitudes in her starry eyes. Maybe for outsiders, hundreds of years of time is a fantasy that cannot be experienced, but for Queen Anne, it is a real countless boring nights. Under such a terrible curse seal, Queen Anne did not go crazy, but persevered, which was originally a miracle.

Now out of the seal, Anne fell into an indescribable confusion, everything was unfamiliar, everything seemed extremely familiar, and the endless years might wear away the monuments and memories, but they could not change those obsessions that grew stronger and stronger.

"Andrew, I heard that London has changed a lot now, and since I've been here, I haven't found my old hometown, so let's go back to London now. Arrange for me to rest in London for a while. I've thought about it all this time. Of course, I don't want to meet anyone from the wizarding world except you. Queen Anne said.

Xie An nodded slightly, and said: "Your Excellency, as I said before, I have no intention of saving you, if necessary, I can arrange everything for you in London, but in addition to me, my father and mother, and two friends, will definitely know about this matter." They were involved in breaking the seal. ”

"Well, do you mean those two little girls? I sensed that day besides you, there seemed to be two little girls among the wizards present, and as for your parents, of course, but that's all. Queen Anne said calmly.

"Then before I go back to London, a place to be very vigilant, I have one more question that you need to answer. Xie An stopped and looked at Queen Anne.

"What's the problem?" the queen's starry eyes emitted a strange light.

"Are you immortal?" Xie An asked calmly.

Empress Anne smiled slightly, and replied without hesitation: "For you, I am immortal. ”

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When Hermione and Cho go back to school, they both feel like they're in a different world. No matter who you are, after just experiencing a scene like the end of the world, you will feel this way when you look at these carefree students, happily playing games, falling in love, and doing homework seriously.

"Andrew is going to be okay, is he?" asked Cho again. That terrifying scorching power, the skin of both of them was burned even if they were far away. When the two arrived at the Canary Apartment, the terrible shock wave would have almost thought that Andrew had been burned to ashes if it weren't for the Earl's determination that Andrew was still alive.

"Of course, didn't the Countess say that the Li family has a special way to determine Andrew's location and life and death, and he must still be alive. Hermione said.

"Hermione, do you say that's true? It's terrible, the pain of that distance, Andrew is such a powerful wizard, I never knew it, and I didn't think about it, he seems to be about the same as the demigods written in those books!"

Fortunately, this damage is different from the direct damage of the Doomsday Force, and after applying the potion, the old dead skin will soon fall off and disappear. In this way, the two of them returned to school smoothly.

During this time, Professor McGonagall was extremely strict with all of her students, and even the prefects were not allowed to leave the school without permission. Dumbledore hadn't thought that his students had planned the amazing London Fire Lagoon, but from a safety point of view, all students should stay under the protection of Hogwarts School.

"No, it's not as terrible as you think, Qiu, Andrew just used a powerful ancient magic array. This kind of magic array is a three-dimensional formation carved into ancient magic patterns, which can greatly provide magic power. Hermione explained. In fact, Hermione was also very puzzled, she personally designed those magic arrays, and she seemed to know more about magic arrays than Xie An herself. Some of these principles were only known by Xie An after consulting Hermione. But Hermione couldn't believe the final effect. That terrifying giant spell array like a demon's egg, was it really researched by himself and Andrew?

Although Hermione provided the basis for the theory, she had not done experiments, and she did not know how much Shayne had improved, and there was one of the biggest gaps, and Hermione did not know the terrible power of destruction.

This kind of doomsday power has never appeared in this world before, and Xie An can dominate this terrifying power by virtue of the fusion of the two worlds and the powerful power of control. If it weren't for the addition of this pure destructive power, the destructive power of the spell array would not be as powerful as it is now.

"You mean those ancient formations mentioned in the Ancient Demon Scripts class? No wonder Andrew is always holding those complicated drawings, and he is studying these. Hermione, you must know something, right? Andrew really has such a powerful formation?" Qiu couldn't help but ask.

"Of course, do you think that is what a wizard can achieve? Even Dumbledore can't create such a lake of fire in London out of thin air!"

"That's right, but did you say Andrew succeeded? Did he save the queen?"

"I guess he'll make it. ”

The Earl had already taken a leave of absence from Shea, and Professor McGonagall hadn't thought much about who would associate the absence of a second-year student with the horrors in London.

When the female prime minister listened to Earl Lee's whole explanation, her first reaction was complete disbelief.

"You mean, your Andrew's is the creator of that huge lake of fire in London, and he actually accidentally released a spell, and then the real Tower of London disappeared and became a lake of fire?"

"Maggie, we know it's hard to accept, and we don't expect you to accept it all at once, but in the future, you will slowly understand what a special child Andrew is, and he is not only the hope for the future of our Lee family, but probably the future of the whole of England. Earl Lee said.

"Hmph, Ike, I won't believe a word of what you said today. But for my husband's sake, I'll ask my men to pay a little attention to your so-called evidence. If you really want to get my promise as Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, I'm afraid you'll have to come up with more credible evidence. The female prime minister said strongly.

"Of course, but before that, we're off to a good start, aren't we?" laughed Countess Alice.

"Well, Alice, is there anything else you'd like me to see? If not, then that's all for today. To be honest, I don't know if I'm crazy or if you're crazy. ”

"It's really hard to get you to accept a world that you haven't been exposed to since you were a child. But we're lucky, and the wizarding world is about to hold a huge tournament. When the time comes, I will convince our Minister of Magic to invite you as a guest. When that time comes, you'll find out how many wizards there are in England!" said the Earl, smiling.

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Also in another quiet country town, the weather was not so good. The cold February wind blew through the fields with a clammy breath, and the whole sky was oppressed by a continuous cloud of clouds. Muggles who couldn't do farm work gathered in the pub drinking inferior beer and joking with each other. At this moment, a cold wind poured in through the door, and a balding man dressed strangely walked into the bar.

The man's face was pale, there was a hint of exhaustion in his eyes, his hands and feet were long, and his finger joints were elongated, and he didn't look like he was doing farm work. The man walked to the bar and said in a silent tone, "Beer, I want something to eat." ”

The bartender glanced at the strange man, who he was sure he had never met. Pouring a large glass of beer from the beer barrel in the back and taking another bowl of mashed potatoes, the bartender couldn't help but ask, "Is the guest an out-of-tlander?"

The town was not a tourist attraction in the first place, and there was no particularly peculiar folklore, the only strange thing happened that happened a few decades ago, and the richest family in the village died mysteriously overnight. For a long time, outsiders were rarely seen in this village.

After the bartender asked this question, the other villagers looked at the visitor curiously.

Professor Quirrell didn't answer immediately, but took a sip of his beer and spooned a little bit of mashed potatoes, which were a hundred and eight thousand miles worse than those made by Hogwarts school elves.

"No, I'm not an outsider. Actually, I'm the owner of the manor at the head of the village!~" Professor Quirrell replied unhurriedly.

"You mean Riddle Manor?!" asked a surprised man who looked a little older.

"Yes. Professor Quirrell replied briefly.

"Oh my God, it turned out to be true, I thought it was just a legend. ”

"After the mysterious death of the Riddles, I heard that a distant relative of theirs inherited the estate, are you a relative of the Riddle family?" the villagers asked in amazement.

A strange color flashed in Professor Quirrell's eyes, as if the question had intrigued him. "Sort of. Professor Quirrell took another sip of his beer and said slowly.

"Oh. There was a strange whistling sound among the villagers, not cheering or disgusting, but as if it was the feeling of suddenly seeing something strange and squeezing it into their eyes.

"It turns out that the Riddle family really doesn't have a dead end, they still have relatives. ”

"I'll just say, old Frank won't be so cheap, he's always lived there for free, and this time it's good. The villagers began to talk about it.

No one noticed the coldness in Professor Quirrell's eyes.

Professor Quirrell unhurriedly finished eating the mashed potatoes and then drank his beer, and he glanced around at the Muggles: it was really unlikeable, although the Gaunt family and the Riddle family lived and cut off here, and their hometown was technically this backward and withered little village, but for some reason, he just didn't like it.

The rude farmer who was not polite, the peasant woman who was drunk and had no dignity at all, and the mashed potatoes that were so unpalatable that they were to death, the Dark Lord smiled self-deprecatingly, what was wrong with him, was it because he had worked for three days and three nights in a row, so there were some unrealistic fantasies?

Professor Quirrell didn't pull out his wand, he just looked at the now alive Muggles with a look of pity, like a group of living corpses.