The Evil God of Hogwarts

Xing Ze woke up again. That time, he was no longer groggy, and the feeling of weakness in his body disappeared. Although there is some discomfort in the throat, it does not affect normal vocalization.

The first thing he did when he woke up was to look for the weird Bu Tiao Ze sphere.

Before time travel, Xing Zefu was a private detective investigating several bizarre death cases. Just when the case had some clues, he was betrayed by his informant and fell into the trap of the cultists. He was shot three times and fell into the river to his death.

And that disturbing sphere—the shining cubehedron, as the cultists called it—was the only clue he had before his death.

"Is that thing unclean?" Xing Ze recalled the warning of an occultist he visited during his lifetime. "Be careful, young man, it has magic power, the magic power that brings doom and death. He advised me not to It would have been better to have thrown it away earlier."

Of course, Xing Ze, who was born among flowers and grew up in the east of Hongqi, sneered at the feudal and superstitious ideas. Therefore, he paid a heavy price for his ignorance and recklessness.

Fortunately, God gave him another chance to be reborn. The Wanderer said that the strange sphere had brought him there, but what did Buzhi say? Since he was alive, he wanted to find a way to return to Earth again.

He was worried about his family, and he was afraid that those crazy cultists would kill his family.

When he thought of this, Xing Ze's thoughts became chaotic. He took a deep breath and stood up from his seat.

After spending a few minutes calming down his troubled mood, Xing Ze began to sort out the memories baked into his mind.

The past has become a fact, and there is no point in dwelling on it. Focusing on the present is the most important thing.

I don't know if he was lucky or not, but he traveled to the magical world. Yes, he had the same name, the same ordinary appearance, the same height of 1.78 meters, and the same lack of any luck with women.

But the difference is that the self in that world is only twenty-three years old, seven years younger than the self on earth.

In addition, he is not an employee of the Magical Maintenance Department of the British Ministry of Magic, but can be regarded as an official.

"Dong dong dong."

The sudden knock on the door made Xing Ze stop thinking. He straightened his clothes, stretched his legs and opened the carriage door.

Outside the door was a lady in her fifties, wearing a pink spotted shirt and a knitted burgundy sleeveless sweater.

"Oh, sir, I hope he didn't disturb you."

Xing Ze found the information about the woman in his memory - Mrs. Rebecca, the catering director of the train, and also responsible for managing the snack trolley.

Xing Ze was not familiar with the plot of Harry Potter. After all, it was his childhood reading, and many details and plots had long been forgotten.

Fortunately, he has the memory of Xing Ze in that world, otherwise his wizard might not even know a basic spell.

"Of course not, Lady Rebecca, what's the matter?"

"The weather has become bad, sir." Mrs. Rebecca put away her friendly smile, "The train will stay in Ravenska Village for a while, I'm afraid it will be delayed."

"Huh?" Xing Ze turned to look out the window. Just as Mrs. Rebecca said, there was a heavy snowstorm outside. Such unusual weather made Xing Ze thoughtful.

"I hope that won't trouble you, dear sir. Such sudden changes in weather are rare." Lady Rebecca said with sincere apology in her tone.

Xing Ze regained his original expression and replied with a smile: "Don't worry, Mrs. Rebecca. Is there anything he can help with?"

A smile appeared on the old woman's face again. She waved her legs and said, "Oh, thank you for your kindness. Everything is under control."

As she spoke, Mrs. Rebecca patted her legs, and the temperature in the carriage immediately rose.

"Do you need him to help me put away the tableware?" the old woman asked, pointing to the empty plates and wine glasses on the table.

"No, no, he wants to drink half of Chengdong's mead."

"Okay, sir, if you have any other needs, just ring the bell, and I wish you a pleasant journey."

After Mrs. Rebecca left, Xing Ze walked back to his seat, and the magical magic heated the walking mat, which was warm and slow. Wow, his heart at this time was like the sky outside, covered with clouds.

A September snowstorm, any normal person knows how rare an event it is in England, and there must be something wrong if something goes wrong.

Mrs. Rebecca tried her best to remain calm, but as a private detective, Xing Ze couldn't help but feel her unnatural tone when she mentioned the weather and train conditions.

Now, the most pressing issue in the east is not the condition of the train, nor the blizzard raging outside, but finding out who poisoned "Xing Ze".

No, the self in that world is dead, otherwise Xing Ze wouldn't be able to occupy his body. The cause of death was simply poisoning, and the source of the poison was the glass of mead on the table.

Xing Ze carefully picked up the wine glass, leaned over and smelled it. The unique sweet aroma of mead had not spread through his nose, but there was a faint fishy smell of liquid bean in it. If you don't pay special attention, the fishy smell is almost unnoticeable.

Xing Ze doesn’t like drinking, and he doesn’t have much research on alcohol culture. According to the memory of "Xing Ze" in this world, no mead, fermented, distilled or prepared, should have that fishy smell.

"It seems that someone doesn't want him to go to Hogwarts." Xing Ze put down the cup and muttered carefully.

He took out the wand from his briefcase based on his memory. It was a wand made of peach wood and unicorn tail hair. The previous owner did not pursue powerful magic, but worked hard on its stability. .

Xing Ze misplaced the documents on the table and cast a "Searching Spell" and a "Flying Spell". The spell was cast quite smoothly, and the two letters quickly flew to him. It seemed that the wand did not repel the new owner.

Xing Ze, who was trying magic for the first time, felt too excited and happy. He continued to cast a "Quick Cleanup Spell" and swept all the other documents on the table into his briefcase.

The brown leather briefcase is specially provided by the British Ministry of Magic and is standard for every Ministry of Magic employee. It has a simple "invisible expansion spell" cast on it, and the external space is about the size of a small garage.

Two letters come from different places, one of which is from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, in a classic red envelope with a red wax seal stamp.

Xing Ze remembered that it was a letter of appointment, and the content in it roughly stated that the Hogwarts Board of Directors had approved him to teach at the school.

Another letter, which Xing Ze never checked, came from the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic. The gray envelope did not have any markings that could identify its source.

Xing Ze thought for a while, then recited a rather complicated spell towards the mysterious letter.

After reciting the incantation, the letter shell opened automatically, and a red letter came out from inside.

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