U.S. military base in Iraq.

The wind swept through the yellow sand and whistled across the sky.

"You two!" A stout white American lieutenant scolded the two people in front of him with their heads on their heads and sweating profusely in a stern voice.

"If I hadn't helped you suppress this matter, your fall behind would have affected this vital mission!"

Looking at the two people in front of him, who were still holding their heads, the anger in the white lieutenant's chest rose up.

"Sergeant Cassiso, Sergeant Walter!"

"Stand upright, stand up!"

The stern voice shouted loudly.

"Yes! Sir! ”

Cassiso and Walter responded vigorously in crisp American uniforms, with their heads held high.

In the barren sandy training ground under the scorching sun just now, they did a hundred push-ups without stopping, and their sweat fell down drop by drop.

It's not that they are tired and sweaty, for two high-level fighters who already have fighting spirit, let alone a hundred, even five hundred push-ups, that is also the atmosphere will not take a breath.

But for the two people who have absorbed the knowledge passed on to them by the Lord God, they naturally know that if they don't sweat a little in this situation, then the countless research institutions in the United States Eagle Sauce will be full of malice in the future!

They themselves used the fighting spirit that was not very skillful in operation, and they forced out a sweat.

"Yes! This is a bit of a bald eagle soldier! ”

The white lieutenant nodded in satisfaction.

"So, submit me a paper report of your two actions from last night."

"Although I know that the radio GPRS on your body has recorded data related to your sandstorms and the loss of large groups."

His voice was stern again.

"But, as a soldier, why is it that no one else is left behind, but you are left behind?"

"Writing a report of more than 500 words by hand is considered a punishment for you to fall behind!"

"Yes! Sir! ”

Cassiso and Walter shouted again.

"So, disband!"

With the answer of the white lieutenant.

"Smack!"

The two men put their feet together in a standard American-style military salute.

Wait for the white lieutenant to go away.

Cassiso was like a noodle, and suddenly it was soft to the ground.

He hugged Walter's thigh.

"500 words, oh my God!"

The thick arms shook vigorously.

Cassiso's "Mastiff" Dewey family has always been good at frontal fighting, for handwritten reports! Although there is some written knowledge passed on to him by the Lord God, he can only say, heheda!

"Alright! Don't shake! ”

Walter looked pained and helpless.

"I'll write it for you!"

Walter's "hound" Jonah family is in charge of the Hufflepuff Territory's covert intelligence, and for him who is often in contact with intelligence, some written work cannot stump him.

"Walter!"

When Cassiso heard Walter also help him write, his waist was no longer weak, and his legs were not slumpy.

A carp straightened up and jumped to its feet.

Climbing on Walter's shoulder, stars popping up in his eyes.

"What a good brother to me!"

"Hahaha!"

He looked up to the sky and laughed.

I saw Cassiso's triumphant.

Walter only squeezed a word out of his teeth.

"Get out!"

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The other side.

"Hey! Kid over there! ”

A flowing voice came.

"Are you calling me?"

At this time, three people who were walking side by side on a secluded garden path of St. Mary's Middle School in Ireland stopped when they heard shouts from behind.

Salazar turned, wearing a pair of oval, black-rimmed glasses, which, combined with his thin body, made him look soft and weak.

The other two, the red-haired boy Godric and the black-haired girl Rowena also looked at this side together, and the proper school uniform made them full of youthful atmosphere.

Behind the three of them, five teenagers who looked bad at first glance were stunned when they saw Rowena who turned his head.

Under the slightly upturned eyelashes, the big watery eyes, the black and bright hair, the delicate and small figure, and the whole person exudes a youthful and moving charm.

"You're new here!"

The leading brown-haired boy said viciously.

"I don't know, the new weak chicken, do you need to pay protection money? Hum! ”

What a classic school bully plot, if Edward saw it, he would definitely wonder, why is this not Xiangjiang or Japan, how can Ireland have this situation.

However, the reality is that school violence exists in any country, and it is difficult to prohibit it, and the British Empire is no exception.

The brown-haired boy looked at Rowena and said in a daze.

"If you can go play with us, you three don't have to pay the protection fee!"

"Isn't it, brothers?"

The younger brother who followed him coaxed.

"Haha, the boss is right!"

"Support the Boss!"

"On the top floor!" (How do I think something weird is getting in.) ）

Hum!

Salazar was of aristocratic origin and cared deeply about his dignity and glory.

When he heard someone say that he was a weak chicken, he was already angry, and when he saw that these people were still molesting Rowena, he broke out instantly.

He walked quickly to the brown-haired boy.

"Who do you say is the weak chicken?"

He asked.

The brown-haired boy looked Salazar up and down and scoffed.

"You look as skinny as a monkey."

"It's not a weak chicken that looks like this, who is?"

"Isn't it, brothers!"

The younger brothers coaxed again and laughed together.

"Haha, the boss is right!"

"Support the Boss! You're the monkey. ”

"On the top floor!"

Salazar's little face flushed with anger, and he pointed at the brown-haired boy.

"Smack!"

The brown-haired boy slapped Salazar in the face.

"What can you refer to?"

Seeing Salazar was instantly knocked to the ground.

Godric, the red-haired boy, and Rowena, the brunette girl, were stunned by the scene in front of them.

Hurriedly ran forward and helped Salazar up.

Salazar's voice became sharper than usual, like a king cobra neighing wildly.

"Damn Muggles, I want you to live rather than die!"

Salazar's cuffs, a black wand quickly slid out, held in the palm of his hand, and at the tip of the wand, the dark red fire element quickly converged.

"Don't, Salazar, don't forget the words of Sister Helga! We can't use magic in public! ”

Rowena hurriedly stopped him.

"You know, most of our future apprentices are the same age as these secondary school students."

"We were placed in such a middle school by Lord Edward, also to familiarize ourselves with the situation of the apprentices who will be taught in the future."

Salazar paused hesitantly, the dark red fire element on his wand slowing the convergence rate.

"But I can't swallow this breath!"

Salazar said fiercely.

"I'll help you get angry! Salazar. ”

At some point, Godric, the red-haired boy, who was already holding a wooden stick in one hand, returned confidently.

He held the stick up in front of his chest and made a starting gesture for a one-handed sword.

Then he rushed towards the five delinquent teenagers in front of him.

"Yo! Yo! Yo! ”

Seeing the red-haired Godric rushing towards him, the leading brown fur shouted arrogantly again.

"You dare to come to die, see if I don't kill you..."

Before he could finish speaking, the stick in Godric's hand sped up and slashed across his chin.

Knock him upwards and lean back into the flower bed behind him.

Godric is like a wolf rushing into a flock.

Three times five divided by two, 5 bad fell to the ground, non-stop.

Godric slung the stick to his shoulder, turned around in a dashing manner, and grinned a big smug smile.

The sunlight reflected on his snow-white teeth, flashing with the light of his blind eyes.

Salazar stared blankly at the scene in front of him.

"Smack!" The wand in his hand slid straight to the ground, making a crisp crashing sound.

Although Godric had seen his wand in the shape of a sword, he had thought it was just a hobby.

"Okay, what a strong one-handed, one-handed swordsmanship!"

I didn't expect Godric to really be so good in close combat.13 Salazar couldn't say anything coherent in surprise.

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Florida, American proper.

What is this?

A young man with long red hair, Raphaeld looked at the ground, and while he was sorting through his grandfather's belongings, he slipped out of a book with strange images and a yellowed piece of paper.

The mysterious symbol "AA" in the six-pointed star appeared on the front of the yellowed paper, and the strange scratches flashed with a mysterious glow.

This is the emblem of the "Apocalyptic Beast", the emblem of the Silver Star Occult Organization created by the most famous evil occultist in Europe during World War II in the Marvel world, Aleister Crowley. (I didn't make up this product, but there is a real person, and if you are curious, you can spend it.) ）

When Raphaeld was a child, he had heard his father say that his grandfather had been a follower of Aleister Crowley when he was young.

With a hint of curiosity, he dusted his hands and picked up the piece of paper with the "AA" symbol on the ground······