The Evil God of Hogwarts

"Sir, he can help." Cedric's voice sounded next to him, "Take him with you." "

"He knows I can do it." Xing Ze gathered his thoughts and turned to look at the brave prefect, "But he has something else he asked me to do."

"Please help me save everyone."

"Sure, can I use the radio?"

"Yes, he learned it in school."

"Very well, prefect, go find Mrs. Rebecca to get the key, and then go to the radio room to send out the distress signal."

Cedric nodded and turned to leave. Xing Ze grabbed him and whispered: "Don't trust anyone, Cedric."

There was a flash of hesitation on the young prefect's face, but it soon turned bright red. He gave a favor and walked quickly towards Mrs. Rebecca.

"Brave boy, if he could, he would really like to write a poem for him." Reko walked in front, "He is full of literary thoughts now."

Miss Edwin von Winkler, the scholar from Germany, or so she introduced herself, was concentrating on casting the necessary spells on the three of them.

"Let's wait until I get back to work, Reko, don't yell now, he needs to concentrate on casting spells.

"Why did you choose him?" Xing Ze asked Reko in a low voice, "We can go out with the train conductor."

Reko looked disdainful, "Come on, those arrogant English people, they won't believe them at all. That aloof Auror, an old bastard who calls himself a gentleman, he treats them as suspects, no one is allowed to believe them." They leave the room."

It seemed that Benson's communication with them was not smooth. Xing Ze thought to himself, and he asked: "I didn't answer his question."

"I am really a person who likes to get to the bottom of things." Reko curled his lips, "They need a trustworthy helper. I am a good choice. The old Auror believed in me, and I also successfully broke the curse. Please ask again. No..."

The poet cleared his throat and continued: "No, I saved three children from that madman's legs. So they judge whether I am a good person, at least not a bad person."

Xing Ze shook his head and whispered to himself: "If I saw that madman's face, I wouldn't jump to conclusions." He saw his body was enveloped by a faint light, and Edwin's spell was working. The body began to gradually warm up.

With the disappearance of the magic-suppressing spell, the spells returned to their normal effects, including the anti-freeze and moisture-proof spell, the light-footed spell, the vision-expanding spell...

Edwin's spells were precise and efficient. In Xing Ze's opinion, she was even stronger than the average Auror.

"Okay." She exhaled a big breath. Continuously casting spells is a test of a person's patience. "Bad weather will affect the effect of the spell, especially the anti-freeze and anti-humidity spell. He tried his best." "

"How long will it last?" Reko asked. "He doesn't want to freeze to death outside halfway."

‘Get rid of excess for half an hour. "

"It's not bad." The poet said optimistically. He put his leg on Xing Ze's left shoulder and his other shoulder on Edwin's leg.

Xing Ze took a deep breath, and at a moment east, the three of them appeared in the ice and snow.

Ye Chang's urge to vomit kept coming from Xing Ze's stomach, or maybe he was used to apparating in that world, but he was obviously not used to it.

Reko patted Xing Ze and said, "Let's get started. If Ke Huodong comes, they should find a good place to have a drink."

The plan was simple, even crude. Xing Ze is responsible for seducing Novel Ke, and the scholar and poet is responsible for casting Tusail's flaming blasting spell.

That spell was invented by Alberta Tussel, a witch who participated in the 1430 All-English Wizarding Duel Championship and used her improved explosive spell to defeat Samson Wiblin, who had the strongest claim for the championship, thus winning the championship. won the championship.

The Flame Explosion Curse is powerful, but it also requires the consumption of a large amount of fire elements. Due to the imbalance of elements, Edwin plans to borrow Reko's own magic power to convert its pure magic power into fire elements for use. This will undoubtedly require precise control and Good understanding.

In Xing Ze's opinion, wizard casting is no different from gun shooting, except that their shooting includes the process of making ammunition.

Wizards rely on mental power to gather the surrounding elements or pure magic power, and then use spells, leg movements, and even magic circles to shape those magic powers and elements, weave them into the corresponding shape, and then release them through the wand.

Making ammunition takes time, not to mention it is a giant cannonball, so what Xing Ze wants to do is to gain time.

Time, time, is never time. Ever since he traveled through time, Xing Ze seems to have been racing against time.

The whole thing happened just over an hour ago. Thanks to that weird sphere, he spent most of the time in a coma.

Reality can be like a detective novel, just light up your pipe, look at the scene, meet the suspect and you can dig out a lot of clues.

Unlike a low-level detective, Xing Ze prefers to use money and fists to obtain clues. There must be too little time left for him, otherwise things may be saved.

The Light Walking Charm provided a lot of help, allowing him to be as unaffected by the snow as possible.

He walked through the fiercest snow and wind and saw clearly the evil before him. The fear that could have been like a wave hit his rational dam one after another. When the monster was seen, the waves gathered into a tsunami, which crushed the dam and washed away everything.

Xing Ze soon saw Benson. The old gentleman was resisting the blows of Novel Ker with an impregnable body. At his feet lay the train conductor whose life and death were unknown.

He tried his best to suppress the fear in his heart, and reason returned to his brain again. The magic wand turned into a metal sphere can also be used. The principle is unknown to Xing Ze. He gathers his magic power and recites a spell, and the top of the wand emits a dazzling light.

Three large magic missiles pierced the sky and hit Novel Ke's body with unmistakable accuracy. The amount of magic exploded immediately, and the monster wailed and quickly turned around.

Xing Ze was quite confident in the magic spell. In that world, his magical attainments were not inferior to those of Aurors, otherwise he would not have been assigned to Ravenclaw back then.

Andros's missiles are his most proud magic. The power when used at full strength is no less than that of leg mines. They are the best choice for greetings.

Xing Ze did not continue to cast the spell. All he wanted to do was attract attention and ensure that Novel Keke could enter the designated location.

He fully expected that the monster would attack him in anger, but unexpectedly, Novel Ke opened his forearms like a man swatting a mosquito, and slapped Benson hard with his sharp claws.

The rising snow made it difficult for Xing Ze to see Benson's ending, but the monster turned its ferocious face and began to roar toward the sky, its voice rising and falling, making people's hearts tremble.