The Evil God of Hogwarts

Miss Rebecca and the other four adult passengers were using their own magic to maintain the temperature of the two carriages. Even so, the children were still forced to hug each other for warmth.

Many of them were sobbing softly, a few were praying devoutly, and more were looking out the window in despair.

Xing Ze was more worried about the children's mental condition than the cold. They were tortured by fear, and their sadness continued to intensify with the screams outside, which continued to eat away at hope.

I'm afraid that before long, everyone in the car will have a mental breakdown. Just as Cecil said, they will all die there, not by external forces, but by their own legs and drowning in despair.

He is not a good person. This is the conclusion given to Xing Zedong by a rescued boy. The poor child had his legs broken by human traffickers so that he could be easily sold to a begging organization.

Xing Ze didn't agree with his point of view. Now, he really needed to do something to save the people on the train.

He squeezed through the crowd and came to Lady Rebecca. The elderly lady's face was red and her lips were purple, which was a symptom of excessive use of magic.

Not far from her left leg, a man with blond hair wearing a plaid gown was also struggling to support her.

Even if the magic suppression curse is eliminated, it is not easy to gather magic power to raise the temperature in that kind of weather. The low temperature has caused an imbalance of magic elements, and there is almost no usable fire element around.

Xing Ze Sidong started searching, and soon he found two familiar figures in the crowd.

"Cedric, Percy, come here," he called.

When they arrived, Xing Ze took out the yellow drying charms from his bag and handed them to the two of them, "Put those on the floor. They can make the temperature rise."

Cedric nodded and stretched his legs to take the yellow charm, while Percy was in a daze, most of his attention drifting to the window.

"They will die," he murmured. "There is no hope... they are unwinnable..."

Xing Ze let Cedric go first, then snapped his fingers in front of the lost prefect's face, "Hey, Percy, concentrate, my three younger brothers are in good hands."

Percy woke up as if from a dream, his eyes were red, and he took the yellow talisman with slightly trembling legs.

"Listen, kid." Xing Ze put his legs on his shoulders, "We won't die, he promised me."

In addition to violent interrogation, lying is not Xing Ze's advantage. He is confident that he will look extremely sincere at this moment.

He did. Percy took two deep breaths. The cold air made him cough a few times. He didn't shut up, got up and followed Cedric.

Mrs. Rebecca opened her slightly closed eyes. She saw the young man in front of her clearly and sighed: "I shouldn't have lied to him. Their situation..."

"They need hope, madam, even if it's a lie." Xing Ze interrupted her, "Very likely, he thinks I shouldn't continue to consume magic power, otherwise I will die if I go east."

Mrs. Rebecca looked around at the children around her, she hesitated, then Xing Ze spoke again: "Those yellow talismans are like magic scrolls, they will raise the temperature of the carriage.

She then put the wand away from her leg, and then said apologetically: "That voice, he tried his best, but it kept..."

"He knows, ma'am, bring the stuff to him. I need to rest for a while." Xing Ze helped Mrs. Rebecca walk to the ground, while crossing out her name on the list of suspects in his mind.

It can be seen that the lady really likes children.

The drying yellow charm has worked, the carpet has regained its softness, and the temperature in the carriage is slowly rising.

That would probably last an hour, maybe half an hour, but if the power module is restored enough, the rest will be able to prevent the monster from approaching the train.

"Don't go, child!" Mrs. Rebecca grabbed Xing Ze's leg. She probably saw Xing Ze's intention, "Don't go, I will die outside."

"They can't hold on anymore, ma'am, the guardrail is not open, someone has to do something." Xing Ze never thought that he was a good person, but at least he had to have a bottom line. He ignored the old man's group, stood up and walked towards the carriage door.

Contrary to expectations, someone blocked Xing Ze's way, not the blond man. He was smiling, leaning to one side, with his legs crossed over his chest and one leg across the middle of the car door.

"Drying scrolls, are you really smart? Where did I get so many scrolls?" He asked Xing Ze with a smile, without any intention of getting out of the way.

"First of all, it's not a scroll, it's a yellow talisman." Xing Ze stopped walking, "Besides, everyone has a mother who is very worried."

"Aha, he likes my humor." The blond man stretched out his leg, "His name is Reko."

Xing Ze hesitated and shook his hand gently, "Xing Ze." He replied.

"From the East?"

"No. If I don't mind, he needs to get out."

"Where to go? Outside?" Reko turned his head and looked outside. "That's not a good day to go out, sir."

Xing Ze narrowed his eyes, and Shen Donglian asked: "Why don't you just tell me, what do I want to do?"

"They want to be with me."

The serious voice came from behind Xing Ze. He turned around and saw that the person who shut up was a young lady with red skin. She had short brown hair and ruby-like pupils that added a bit of coquettishness to her smiling face. different.

"We want to go out with him?"

The brown-haired lady nodded: "I can't afford to pay Novel Ker by myself. They do have an adventurous plan, but they are short of legs."

"Nover what?"

Reko chuckled lightly, "Nov. Ke, let's take the monster's name. To be precise, it's just a close pronunciation. Human vocal cords cannot pronounce its name accurately."

Looking at the two strangers who were talking so seriously, Xing Ze's face was filled with suspicion. After so many things have happened, is it really difficult to ask him to trust the people on the train again?

Perhaps he saw his suspicion, Reko shrugged his shoulders and said to his companion: "He told me, Edwin, he won't believe it, he is just like the British."

"I'm not British either, Reko," the red-eyed woman reminded.

"That's different. He's from Scotland, not a true Scot."

"He doesn't have the energy to argue with me about that. Think of a way, Reko, can I be a poet? Use my expertise to convince him."

"Don't insult the poet, Miss Edwin, he's not a lobbyist, he's not a poet!"

Taking advantage of the opportunity for the two to quarrel, Xing Ze weighed things in his mind, and soon he interjected: "What are our plans?"

The two of them shut their mouths at the same time. Reko's face was full of surprise. He said cheerfully: "Sir, have I heard of Tussel's Flame Explosion Spell?"

…

Xing Ze estimated the approximate location of the black shadow through the window. The suppressing spell was lifted, and he planned to use Apparition to go directly there.

It is a profound magic. The user must be highly concentrated and ensure that the destination can be clearly presented in the mind. Otherwise, it will lead to catastrophic consequences.

The plans of the German scholar and the Scottish poet were full of holes, and God knows why he wanted to trust those two men. A blind desire to survive? Desperate and hopeless? Will a swimmer take a chance like a gambler?

Xing Ze stretched out his legs and touched the trembling wand in his pocket. His originally irritable heart was a little more worried. The shining Trapezohedron was eager to get close to the monster. Are they connected?

Thanks to Luo Zhongyu, book friend 20190809022015340 for the recommendation vote