Hogwarts Mysterious Man Resurrected

"Quiet, listen to me"

Lothar walked to the front of the stage, and a flame suddenly rose, forming a circle in mid-air, with some pictures flashing from time to time.

"What qualifications do you have to be alarmist here? When did we need others to save us? Besides, you look very strange. Maybe you are the person sent by those pure-blood families to disturb us."

In the audience, a wizard stood up. He looked at Lothar, the coldness in his eyes undisguised.

This person's doubts aroused all the wizards.

None of them had ever seen Lothar. To them, Lothar was an outsider.

Lothar looked thoughtfully at the wizard who stood up to question him.

The smile on his lips was so ironic.

"Looks like I destroyed some people's things."

"You are so eager to come out and stop me."

With a wave of his wand, blue flames formed a barrier between the two of them.

Then, Lothar walked straight into the crowd without even looking at him.

A little annoyed by Lothar's attitude, the wizard took out his wand and shouted loudly.

"Bones in pieces"

But it’s unexpected and reasonable.

His spell didn't have the desired effect.

Lothar didn't stop him, just turned around and looked at him playfully.

This made the wizards watching here feel slightly shocked.

Even the wizard himself was surprised and didn't understand why his spell didn't have the desired effect.

"Passed out."

"Tangled with vines."

But obviously, Lothar would not explain it to him specifically.

After using two consecutive magic spells to eliminate the wizard who dared to question him, Lothar first glanced at the other two wizards who followed the wizard.

At the same time, the movement in his hand was not slow. With a wave of the wand, an additional person appeared under his feet.

The cold eyes made them take a step back and lower their heads slightly, not daring to look at him.

Lothar then withdrew his gaze, and turned his cold eyes to the wizards present, which seemed to bring a chilling feeling to everyone present, as if it was the cold winter.

"Who else"

"Want to ask who I belong to?"

None of the wizards in the audience dared to reply first.

After all, the person who dared to speak first was already lying at Lothar's feet.

There are lessons learned from the past. None of them want to be the first bird who shoots the first bird.

"a bunch of cowards"

After a moment of silence, Lothar laughed, and the sarcasm in his voice could be heard clearly by the wizards present.

Their already solemn faces showed a hint of anger.

Faintly, they have a tendency to unite.

As long as one person dares to take action against Lothar first, the others will follow and take action together to obliterate the wizard who dares to disrupt their activities.

But after all, no one dared to take action first.

They're all waiting for other people, other fools

Lothar looked at the scene in front of him, and the sarcasm in his eyes became more and more intense. He found it funny that everyone was afraid but did not dare to take action.

But suddenly, he felt a little boring.

He felt that the ragtag group of so-called smart people in front of him would not succeed.

In other words, the success rate is pitiful.

He was looking forward to tonight's event.

Even if he knew that the woman would plot against him, some accidents might happen.

But that didn't stop him from looking forward to them.

But now, this sense of expectation has disappeared without a trace.

Facing the enemies who have already come to attack them, these people can still hold back.

Also check to see if anyone around you dares to go up.

Only if someone comes, they dare to come.

If no one comes, they will stand still and not even have the courage to reply.

Compared with the wizard under his feet, this group of wizards is simply useless.

"It seems that no one has any objection to what I said. It seems that what I said is indeed the truth."

"You are just a bunch of trash, a bunch of rabble."

The frivolous tone and nonchalant attitude detonated the anger in the hearts of all wizards.

"We're not trash."

"Don't think that just because you defeated Paul, you can insult us like this."

"You're going to pay for this, outsider."

"Let's take action together to kill this arrogant person."

Faced with so many, even threatening words.

Lothar didn't care at all. He thought about the name of the person under his feet leisurely and elegantly.

"It turns out his name is Paul."

With this in mind, he didn't feel nervous at all, looking relaxed and comfortable.

It was as if what he was facing was not a group of wizards who threatened him, but a pile of ordinary garbage.

In fact, Lothar thinks so.

"Quiet"

Lothar waved his wand, and blue flames spurted out, forming clouds in mid-air.

It looked extremely beautiful, but the wizards present did not think so.

They looked at the cloud composed of blue flames with solemn faces, and the alertness in their perceptions told them how dangerous that cloud was.

If they hadn't felt the danger when they were preparing to apparate, they might have run away long ago, and how could they have stayed here forever? Could it be possible that they really closed their eyes and waited to die?

"It seems that you still have some spirit, and you are not as useless as I thought."

While everyone was watching him silently, Lothar held the wand in his right hand and put it gently to his lips.

"You should know why you are here tonight."

"I won't say any more nonsense. The purpose of your appearance here is nothing more than to overthrow the Ministry of Magic."

"Oh, it seems not."

Amidst the boos, Lothar overturned what he had said before.

He lowered his head slightly and looked down at everyone.

Lothar saw everyone's expressions clearly, and on this night, he knew exactly what they wanted.

But that's not the time yet. What he has to do now is to turn this place into his home court.

Nothing more

"The real purpose of your gathering here is because of those pure-blood families, those so-called pure-bloods."

"Because they are always aloof and can easily get what you want but can't."

"But you have to pay several times or even dozens of times the price, and you may end up with nothing."

"All this is just because they are pure-bloods who are superior, and you are just so-called Muggle-borns."

"Even if they don't specifically insult you, their arrogance that can be seen has already told you."

"You are not worthy"

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