I, Constantine, Chief Exorcist of Hogwarts

When I heard Professor McGonagall say that the thing John conjured turned out to be a coffin nail.

Miss Know-It-All, who originally wanted to reach out and pick it up to take a look, immediately retracted her hand and hurriedly moved to the side.

"Miss Granger, are you serious about taking a half step back?"

John looked at the other person helplessly and pointed at the nails on the table in front of him with a solemn expression.

"Professor McGonagall, I must correct you. This is not a nail in the coffin, but a needle!"

"Walter?"

Professor McGonagall frowned.

Then, in front of all the little wizards who gathered around, John wiped the thing he had casted the transformation spell on.

When the black stain was wiped clean by John.

The shape of a piece is generally the same as a nail, but if you have to say it, it can be called a needle, and it catches everyone's eyes.

Professor McGonagall looked down and saw that the "silver needle" was not only very straight, but also had no trace of a match on its surface.

There are some patterns on it that can't be clearly seen, like some carved runes, or some special words.

Professor McGonagall's expression improved slightly.

"Mr. Constantine, please control the thoughts in your mind next time you cast the transformation spell, otherwise it will easily lead to misunderstanding!"

John smiled and nodded, and at this moment, Draco, who came over at some point, picked up the "silver needle" on the table.

After looking at it carefully, he then sneered with disdain.

"Professor, this silver needle from Constantine is completely unqualified. It doesn't look like a silver needle at all. It's thick at one end and thin at the other. It's obviously just a nail!"

Professor McGonagall didn't say anything, and it was obvious that he felt the same way.

However, John glanced flatly at the guy who had climbed up the pole again and moved his face towards him, and curled his lips.

"Before you question others, Malfoy, should you take a look at your dozens of broken matches? God, are you really from a wizarding family?"

"I didn't notice the way you waved your wand just now. In the entire classroom, even your two idiot followers didn't do it as exaggeratedly as you did, right?"

"Wow even!"

John spoke slowly, and before Malfoy could blush and retaliate, he suddenly seemed to have thought of something and looked at the other person up and down with a surprised look on his face.

"Could it be that the Malfoy family, as the twenty-eight pure-blooded families, secretly uses the nostrils to wave the wand?!"

"God, I've learned so much!"

"You bastard! What did you say?!" Never before had John dared to face him in front of him. He not only humiliated him, but also kicked his family into the cesspit together.

John only said a few words at this moment, but it instantly made Draco furious.

If it hadn't been for the few Slytherin wizards around who hurriedly stopped him, the other party might have rushed in front of John and waved his fists.

"Mr. Constantine! This is a classroom!" Professor McGonagall warned coldly.

John nodded, but he picked up the silver needle in his hand that looked just like a nail.

"I'm sorry, Professor, I didn't mean to disturb your class, and I didn't mean to talk too much, but it seems that our Mr. Malfoy urgently needs me to give him some science education."

As he spoke, John raised the "silver needle" in his hand.

"I said, this is indeed a needle, but I'm sorry, but it is not a needle used to mend clothes as you know it, but a silver needle used to seal evil spirits!"

"Walter?"

"What on earth is he talking about? Seal evil spirits? Does he think that because he summoned an angel yesterday, he dares to say that evil spirits exist in this world?"

"Well, I think Constantine-san is referring to ghouls..."

Discussions full of confusion and doubt came from the mouths of the little wizards around him.

Even Hermione couldn't help but anxiously tugged on John's robe to signal him not to hold on. She was already much better than everyone else when she was able to turn a match into a metal nail for the first time.

However.

John smiled faintly.

"John Constantine, how dare you lie in front of the professor?!"

Draco shouted, but there was a smile in his eyes that showed success.

John ignored the other party and gently pinched one end of the silver needle's big head with two fingers.

The other hand suddenly reached into the mouth and bit the fingertips.

Then, under the surprised and uncertain gazes of the little wizards on the side, he drew a cross on the table with his bloody fingers.

"For your safety, please stay away from me..."

John's strange behavior made the little wizards who were originally questioning his behavior stand back with their bodies honest.

Even Hermione, under the signal from John's eyes, stood a little further away.

"Mr. Constantine, what do you want to do?"

John smiled slightly, looked at Professor McGonagall, who had never encountered such a situation in class, and shrugged.

"Professor, I am just answering your and Malfoy's doubts. The thing conjured by my transformation spell is indeed a needle."

Said.

He ignored the looks of everyone around him and slowly closed his eyes.

The hand holding the silver needle made several crosses between the eyebrows and the chest in front of him, and then he muttered a few words.

Suddenly he raised the silver needle in his hand and pointed it directly at the ceiling of the classroom.

"May the Lord have mercy on you and forgive all your sins"

"No matter what sin you commit, I will forgive you and let you ascend to heaven."

As the Bible was read in Latin, a high pitched voice began to rise from John's mouth.

Under everyone's shocked gaze, waves of slight golden current suddenly spread over the silver needle in John's hand.

"Let your people find the door to the kingdom of heaven..."

“In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit!”

"Amen!!!"

"Boom!"

Amid everyone's exclamations, it instantly transformed into a two-meter long golden spear.

Like arrows from God falling from heaven.

It instantly hit the blood-stamped cross that John had just drawn on the table.

Fragments of the solid wood table were scattered everywhere, and a burning smell accompanied by thick smoke spread from the pile of debris.

Everyone: "..."

John sneered at Draco, who was already stunned.

"Dear Malfoy, I would like to introduce you to the evil spirit exorcism ritual, the instrument of salvation, the forgiveness needle."

"If you or your family members need it one day, I can help you to pray for free..."

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