The Evil God of Hogwarts

He looks slightly thinner than in the movie, with bright eyes and slightly curled lips, which makes him feel very friendly.

Xing Ze knew clearly that the person in front of him was not as harmless as he appeared. He was currently in the stationmaster's room at the Novi Ravenska train station. There were one senior Auror standing in each corner of the room, and there should be two more outside the door.

The train station was temporarily requisitioned to become the rescue headquarters, and the original stationmaster's office was also used as the commander's office.

"It's an honor to meet me, Mr. Xing Ze." His voice was deeper than in the movie, and his tone was slower.

Xing Ze showed a humble smile: "He should be honored, Mr. Shacklebolt."

"Just call him Kingsley. Sorry, he hopes I won't care about those cumbersome inspections and necessary procedures."

"Of course not, sir, he won't call you sir." Xing Ze's smile did not change, "He is also an employee of the Ministry of Magic, so that's understandable."

"Look, he has forgotten about that." Kingsley also laughed, showing his red teeth, "Then I will go to Hogwarts to be a lecturer."

"No, three years, Minister Fudge said. He thought you should have read the letter."

Kingsley nodded, "He has seen it. It is not an easy job. Those students, I know, they are noisy."

Xing Ze laughed dryly and waited patiently, waiting for the topic to get back on track.

"But before I went to teach, he had some questions, Xingze. Kingsley narrowed his eyes, "About the train, about Cecil, about the monster... But he didn't know where to start. Maybe I You can give him a suggestion. "

"You can see everything in the report." Xing Ze replied without humility, "He told the interrogator everything he knew."

"He will, there are some things that are different from what I said. Oh, don't be nervous, Xing Ze, he is not questioning me. My noble behavior is worthy of praise, but they have to find out. He believes that I can understand. "

"No about Cecil?"

"Ah, he likes to shut up with smart people." Kingsley leaned forward, which made him look more oppressive, "Yes, about the traitor, I tortured him..."

"Then..."

"No, no, no." The Auror captain stretched out his leg to interrupt Xing Ze, "If it were him, he would have done it harder, so that's no problem."

"No? Then he doesn't know how to be famous?"

"He died. His throat was slit and he bled to death."

Xing Ze was slightly shocked, but his face remained calm. Now he knew why the interrogator's face became brighter when he mentioned that matter.

Can Cecil find more clues to the truth behind the incident, and can Xing Ze try to save his life? Because of this, it seems that Benson and he both guessed wrong, and Cecil is not the only one who sneaked into the train.

Who could it be?

Edwin and Reko? No, that's against common sense. That's a middle-aged couple from Wales? Although there was no cocoa, they also helped when stabilizing the temperature of the train. Hogwarts students? But these are just a group of eleven or twelve-year-old children, do they have that ability?

Conjectures emerged in Xing Ze's mind one by one, and were overturned one by one. There were too few clues, and they were far from enough to piece together the complete truth.

Xing Ze clearly knew that he had no right to interfere with the progress of the case, but he couldn't help but ask: "Where are the other people on the train? Do we suspect that he killed Cecil?"

"I'm afraid he can't reveal any more information to me, Xing Ze. He promises..."

There was a knock at the door, causing the Auror Captain to swallow his words. He waved his leg dissatisfiedly, and an Auror opened the door.

The person who entered the room was a young wizard. He walked quickly to Kingsley, leaned down and whispered something.

Kingsley's expression gradually became serious. When the man finished speaking, he was silent for a while before speaking out: "I can go."

Xing Ze was a little unsure and asked in a low voice: "What did I say?"

Although he was very reluctant, Kingsley repeated: "I can go, take my things, and go to Hogwarts."

The young wizard walked up to Xing Ze with a professional smile on his face: "Please follow him, sir, and he will take you to get your things."

Xing Ze wanted to be able to leave this place, but it was funny to leave in such a confused way.

The moment before he walked out of the room, Kingsley's deep voice sounded behind him: "Mr. Xing Ze, I hope they can have a drink when they meet."

The young wizard not only returned Xing Ze's belongings, but also thoughtfully called for a Yeqi carriage.

Just as Xing Ze was about to thank him, the young wizard spoke first: "Sir, don't forget, September 3rd, the Three Broomsticks."

"Wait a minute." Xing Ze called out. The carriage took off and the wizard quickly disappeared from his sight.

Another damn puzzle.

The Thestral carriage arrived at Hogwarts at noon. Standing on the only road leading to the school gate was an acquaintance, Professor McGonagall.

Xing Ze was a little surprised. He didn't expect that such an important figure in the wizarding world would come to greet him personally. According to my memory, my predecessor had a good relationship with Professor McGonagall, and they would compete with each other on their chess skills.

Even after his predecessor left Hogwarts, the two would often communicate through letters. This relationship continued until Xing Ze went to work at the Ministry of Magic.

Professor McGonagall is wearing her iconic pointed hat and she looks similar to the movie, maybe even younger.

"He knew it, he knew it," she shouted excitedly, "I will be fine. They say good people shouldn't have such a short life."

Xing Ze smiled and said: "Hello, professor, is this really surprising? How did you know he would come?"

Professor McGonagall straightened her back, raised the corners of her mouth and said, "Although he left the Ministry of Magic a long time ago, everyone has a few friends."

Xing Ze nodded and looked at the majestic castle not far away. It was a place that many young people had dreamed of, but for Xing Ze, it was both strange and familiar. "He probably hasn't been back for several years."

"Time flies so fast, Xing Ze, let him talk as he walks."

"certainly."

The two of them walked along the path, chatting about trivial matters, and soon arrived at the gate.

A wizard from the Ministry of Magic was leaning listlessly against the iron gate. He raised his eyes to look at the person, then stretched out his leg and said, "Identification."

"He just walked out of that door ten minutes ago, do I remember it well?" Professor McGonagall asked as he took out his pass.

"No." The wizard shook his head, "He will authenticate the document, madam. Where is mine?"

"He just arrived and didn't have a pass."

Before Xing Ze could shut up, Professor McGonagall answered for him. Obviously she was dissatisfied with what the Ministry of Magic was doing in the school.

"Then it's a big mistake. He can't go in."

Xing Ze took out the letter from his briefcase and handed it over. The wizard took it reluctantly, looked at it, and then gave the letter to Xing Ze.

"If you can't make a mistake, he will authenticate the document."

Thanks to Honghua Hongmeng, Xuemeng, Xiao and Tian Hui for their recommendation votes.