Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

In a gloomy and dark museum, there are many ancient objects and corpses.

Three figures, one tall and two short, are surrounding a short dwarf in the center.

The poor man had a sharp knife flashing on his neck, but even so, the three of them didn't let him go.

Clark was so skillful that he took off the exquisitely crafted sapphire ring from Francis Sterling's hand and waved it in front of his face. The faint cold air followed the movement of the sapphire and condensed a circle of white mist in the air.

It turns out that this sapphire ring actually contains a powerful ice spell.

After removing the last bit of protection from Francis Sterling, Clark took off the flask hanging from his waist, unscrewed the lid, pinched his mouth with a tiger's mouth, and gave him a sip of the liquid inside.

After all this was done, Clark patted Francis Sterling on the shoulder and said, "Now, we can have a good talk."

After Clark's series of actions, the goblin deputy curator's face completely darkened.

The liquid in the flask that Clark had just poured into him was the Polyjuice Potion that he had prepared himself.

It is precisely because of this that he can become like a Muggle.

But from an elf to a Muggle, his own magic power has also been suppressed by at least half. According to the amount Clark gave him just now, he can only stay in this state from now until dawn.

Seeing that there was no hope of escaping, Francis Sterling finally calmed down and said, "Okay, okay, you win, you can take whatever you want in this museum, I will never say anything."

Under the coercion of the three people, Francis Sterling returned to the office. As soon as he entered the room, Laura, under Clark's instructions, began to rummage through the cabinets, especially some of the books and documents on the bookshelf. Let it go.

But there are a lot of things in this office. In addition to some furniture, there are also many sculptures, hanging paintings and large books.

Especially the bookshelf against the wall. Like many people who like to fill their offices with books, there is a whole bookshelf in this room.

Laura searched for a long time, but compared to the huge amount of tasks on the bookshelf, it was only a drop in the bucket.

At this time, Francis Sterling also calmed down from the initial panic,

He looked at Laura's rummaging back, glanced left and right at Neville and Clark who were guarding him on both sides, rolled his sly eyes, and coughed deliberately.

"be honest!"

Neville immediately pressed the dagger in his hand down a little. The sharp blade touched the opponent's skin, and bright red blood dripped out.

"Okay, okay! I'll be honest, but little brother, hold your sword more firmly, otherwise they will be in trouble later if they can't find something." A flattering smile appeared on Francis Pound's face.

Clark heard the meaning behind his words, "Do you know what we are looking for? And you are very sure that that thing is not here anymore!"

Francis Sterling raised the corners of his mouth proudly, and after hearing Clark's words, Laura also stopped what she was doing and walked over.

"Yes," Francis Sterling looked at the three people surrounding him, "Hamnata, of course I know, you are looking for the message my former deputy director left in this office. "

"Where is the thing?" Clark asked.

However, Francis Sterling knew that the situation was now reversed, and the other party wanted something from him.

So he pretended to be uncomfortable and said: "Oh, I seemed to be injured during the fight just now. This man is old and his health is not good. Can you let me sit down and talk?"

Laura pulled a chair and pushed it in front of him, then took the back collar of his suit and lifted it to the chair to sit down.

"Can we say it now? You know, your life is still in our hands."

Francis Pound put his hands on his stomach and said calmly.

"Don't be so cruel, it's not like I didn't say it. It's just that I have a principle, that is, I never make a loss-making business.

Do you want to know the news? Yes, but you must first return all the things that were just taken from me! "

After saying that, he stared at Clark. It seemed that the deputy director was very concerned about the property being confiscated just now.

"What do you mean?"

Clark took out the amulets, necklaces, and rings from his pocket, and waved them in front of Francis Sterling.

The opponent stretched out his short hand to grab it, but he only missed it.

"If your answer satisfies us, we will naturally return these things to you." Clark stuffed these things back into his pocket and made a promise.

Unfortunately Francis Sterling does not seem to accept this condition.

"No, this is the basis for you to gain my trust. Only when you give me the things will I think you really want to trade.

Otherwise, why should I trust you when faced with three thieves who sneaked into the museum in the middle of the night? "

At this point, he seemed to be a little more courageous, "Those things are mine, and we can only talk about them if they are returned."

"But from what you mean, it seems that just returning the things is not enough." Clark looked at him expressionlessly.

Francis Sterling saw the threatening look in his eyes, "Of course, this is called returning the property to its original owner. I haven't asked you for compensation yet. If you want to know the specific information, you have to hand over the sword to me."

The deputy goblin curator looked greedily at the dagger pressed against his neck. It seemed that it was not a dangerous weapon that could kill him at any time, but a peerless beauty among goblins.

"This thing originally belonged to us. You just took it away. Now it is returned to its original owner. This condition is not excessive..."

Francis Sterling was still haggling over the price, but Laura glanced at Clark, which clearly said, it’s your turn to show off.

Clark understood what she meant, and his spiritual power surged directly from the center of his eyebrows, like a signal receiver, covering the brain of the goblin deputy curator.

"You said the things were taken away, was it yesterday? No! Was it the day before yesterday? No... was it four days ago? It seems so!"

"How many people took away the things? One? Two? Three? Four? Four!"

"Which country are they from? Britain? France? Egypt? Germany? America? America!"

Francis Sterling didn't say a word, but when he looked at Clark in front of him, his eyes widened.

"Legilimency? Asshole, get out of my mind, you thief, stealing memories is also stealing!"

He desperately wanted to drive Clark's spirit out of his mind, but he guessed wrong. Clark was not using Legilimency, but the level 2 ability [Detect Thoughts].

And what he just did is no different from the way those interrogation experts obtain information.

It's just that one uses micro-expressions to identify the target's reaction to correct information, and the other uses telepathy to obtain the brain fluctuations of the other party when they hear the correct information.

So Francis Sterling's resistance was almost useless, and Clark quickly got the general message.

"The other parties are Americans. There are four of them in total. They came here four days ago and obtained from him information or items about Hamna Tower left by the former deputy director."

Under the gaze of the three men, Francis Sterling lowered his head in frustration.

"I don't think you know them, do you?"

Facing Clark's question, Francis Sterling also knew that it was useless not to speak, so he nodded.

"Look, this is great. If you cooperate well, maybe I will return these things to you." Clark took out the amulets from his pocket again and shook them.

"Next, let me ask you, what are the origins of these Americans?"

"I don't know either." Seeing Clark frowning, Francis Sterling tried his best to use his brain and suddenly thought of something.

"By the way, I heard those people call one of the older men professor.

They should be teachers and students from Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the United States, because one of the four is a child, about the same height as you two. "

Clark nodded and continued to ask, "Why did you hand the things over to them? As far as I know, you have to squeeze the oil out of stones, and the other four people can make you compromise?"

Francis Sterling seemed a little unhappy when he heard this.

"Of course not, fair transactions are sacred and inviolable.

It's just...but I didn't know there was such a thing at the time. When those people came, they were accompanied by officials from the Muggle government and officials from the Egyptian Ministry of Magic.

The ownership of this museum belongs to those two governments. I just work here. They are willing to hand over the things in the museum to those American wizards. What can I do? "

Hearing Francis' aggrieved words, Laura's eyes widened. She didn't expect that she would hear such exciting news during her adventure tonight.

Clark didn't care if Laura's three views were shattered. After seeing that Francis was very cooperative with the two questions, he asked the third question, "You have to hand over things to them so easily? No." Keep a backup or something?"

Hearing this, Neville and Laura, who were still a little disappointed, suddenly stared at the dwarf in front of them with sharp eyes. Yes, they just wanted information, not the original.

Unfortunately, Francis Sterling shook his head as if he had lost a lot of money.

"I also wanted to copy it, but those people came too suddenly, and when they arrived, they kicked me out and searched the room by themselves.

If they hadn't thought I was just a Muggle dwarf, didn't know my true identity, and talked about Hamnata in the room, I wouldn't have known the real purpose of their coming here. "

Clark took a deep breath and said, "Okay, I've finished asking. We will go downstairs in a while and put your things in the vase on the right side of the door. You can go find it yourself."

After speaking, they ran out of the room without waiting for Francis Sterling to object.

After the three Clarks successfully evacuated from the National Museum in Cairo, they did not separate, but directly got into the second-hand car Laura rented.

The old second-hand Santana was driving on Cairo's dilapidated roads, and finally stopped on the side of the road not far from Clark's hotel.

"Are you magicians? Do you have a magic school that teaches children magic? Each country has its own magic government?"

Laura didn't even take off her seat belt, so she couldn't wait to turn her head and asked Clark three questions in a row.

Neville looked at Clark with some worry. For wizards, it was against the Wizarding Statute of Secrecy to disclose information related to the wizarding world to Muggles at will.

Although many parents of young wizards from Muggle families also know this news, they have also signed magical contracts.

This ensures that even if these Muggle parents inadvertently reveal information about the magical world, the Muggles who hear them will think that there is something wrong with their minds or misunderstand them under the influence of the magical contract. .

But Laura didn’t have that kind of restriction here. Even if they told the news today, Laura would reveal it to others tomorrow.

In fact, if he hadn't understood the Forgetting Curse, Neville would have been ready to cast one on Laura right now.

However, Clark told Neville not to be nervous. One of them is a [Psion] and the other is an [Arcane Knight]. They are no longer wizards, and the "Wizard Secrecy Act" cannot control them.

Moreover, although Clark did not learn the Oblivion Curse from Lockhart, his newly acquired level 4 ability was [Creating Memory].

But now Clark and others still need to rely on Laura's adventure experience, so these things can be put aside for the time being.

"Yes, for the specific situation, you just heard what the dwarf deputy curator said. Not only does Egypt have a Ministry of Magic, but the United Kingdom also has one, and the British Ministry of Magic has connections with high-level officials of the British government.

Both parties worked together to cover up news about the magical world.

As for the two of us, we are students at Hogwarts, the British wizarding school. We came here to travel and explore. "

Seemingly satisfied with Clark's honesty, Laura released her right hand holding the anti-wolf spray on her belt, and her expression softened.

"Why didn't you continue to question the deputy director?" Laura asked again the doubts that had been accumulated in her heart since just now.

Clark looked at the dilapidated streets of Cairo at night through the windshield in front of the car. After a while, he said quietly.

"That's an American wizard."

"Hi! You are British wizards, are you still afraid of those American wizards?" As a countess of the British Empire, Laura sneered disdainfully.

However, Clark was not irritated by her, and just looked at her very calmly.

"Of course we are not afraid of these American wizards. In the world of extraordinary beings, everything still depends on strength.

However, if we push the time forward another seventy years, when the Suez Canal Company is still in our hands, we can directly go to the Egyptian Ministry of Magic and ask them to help arrest those American wizards.

Unfortunately, the Empire on which the Sun Never Sets is a thing of the past. Just three years ago, the large-scale local war that Bald Eagle led and participated in made the world witness his rise.

Today, in this area, the United States, which possesses a large number of high-tech weapons and has demonstrated overwhelming air superiority, is a presence that cannot be ignored! "

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