The Evil God of Hogwarts

Benedick Foley was a short little old man who, in Old Avery's eyes, was like a frightened deer—always trembling.

"Your son might make history today," Avery complimented.

Benedick smiled stiffly, "You...you think too highly of him, distinguished sir, but I heard that that Oriental..."

He did not continue speaking, but secretly glanced at Avery's face.

"You have to understand that this duel has received a lot of attention, and both the pure-blood families and the reformists are secretly competing against each other. If the oriental man wins, you also know what this means."

"Of course, sir. We must not allow a half-blood or a foreigner to receive such a high honor. This is simply an insult to the entire British wizarding community."

"I'm glad you can understand this." Old Avery paused, "But as you said, that Eastern wizard may actually have some abilities."

Hearing this, Benedick's heart tightened. He had been paying attention to the riots in New Ravenska these days, and he also knew something about this Easterner.

If he is as powerful as the newspapers say, then even his son with such good equipment cannot be his opponent.

Unlike his fanatical brother Oliver, Benedick was always cautious in doing things, although this character was criticized by his father as timid, which ruined his possibility of becoming the patriarch of the Welfare family.

He has the arrogance of a magical family and firmly supports pure-bloodism, but he is not as blind and impulsive as those fanatical pure-blood families.

When many families came looking for his son, Benedick felt that something was wrong. He originally thought that he was just an ordinary wizard from the East, just like those described in the media and books—— Weak, mean and incompetent.

Although his son Barrow is not an outstanding wizard, of course this so-called lack of excellence is compared to Auror, but it is still easy to deal with such a wizard.

But now it seemed that the excessive attention from various families, the various high-quality equipment, and the overwhelming reports made him frightened. If his son lost this duel, he really couldn't imagine the consequences.

Probably sensing Benedick's worry, Old Avery took out a bottle of potion from his robe and stuffed it into his arms.

"Let your son drink it."

Benedick looked down at his arms and couldn't help but ask: "Is this it?"

Avery Sr. walked toward the stands and whispered back: "If I were you, I wouldn't ask any more questions."

At the same time, a corner of the arena.

Ron tugged at the corner of Hermione's clothes and asked in confusion: "Aren't we going to find Harry?"

"We'll go," Hermione replied, lowering her body and passing under a beam.

The girl's perfunctory tone made Ron suspect that she had no such intention at all, so he shouted again: "The duel is about to begin, Hermione. We have to find Harry and then go see Mr. Xingze."

"Shh - keep your voice down, I said we would." Hermione covered Ron's mouth and pointed not far away.

Ron looked in the direction she pointed, his brown and red eyebrows knitting together. He opened Hermione's hand and said, "It's Lena Custer and her two followers."

"I bet they must be up to something to be so sneaky."

Ron agreed with Hermione's point of view, but he reminded worriedly: "You have to understand, Hermione, we are still on probation, so don't cause any more trouble."

"Are you scared, Weasley?" Hermione said hotly, "If you are scared, then go find Harry."

"You know that's not what I meant," Ron replied angrily.

"Then follow quickly, they are leaving."

Looking at the girl walking through the crowd, Ron really couldn't figure her out. If he and Harry wanted to do something crazy, Hermione would definitely stop them.

The two followed the three people in front to the back of Barrow Foley's tent. They saw Lena getting into the tent, while her two followers were guarding outside.

"I knew it." Hermione looked like she had expected it. "I knew she was going to do something bad again.

"I don't understand." Ron shrugged. He thought Hermione was making too much of a fuss.

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Think about it, Ron. Who has Castle been targeting this whole time?"

"Hmm - a pure-blood family?"

"anything else?"

"Mr. Xing Ze."

"Very well. A man calling for unity among half-blood wizards just walked into a tent with a pure-blood wizard."

"Maybe she just went to ask Mr. Foley a few questions."

"Don't be stupid, Weasley." Hermione looked at her companion helplessly, "Our Charms teacher is Professor Flitwick. And if she has any questions, she has to ask Barrow Foley and Xing Mr. Ze asked before the duel?"

"What do you mean?" Ron finally understood, "Lena wants to cause trouble during the duel?"

Hermione nodded and said: "Look, Ron, you are not stupid. Although we are not sure what Lena is going to do, it must be nothing good. We have to find a way to get close to the tent and hear what she is going to do."

"This is easy to handle. I'll lure Meg and Donna away while you take the opportunity to go over."

"Wait, Ron." Hermione still wanted to think about it carefully, but Ron had already walked out.

I saw him striding in front of Lena's two followers. One of them, a girl with a ponytail, shouted fiercely: "Go away, Weasley."

Another girl immediately sneered: "Haha, I heard that the Weasleys are just like pigs, born one after another."

Ron looked disgusted at their ridicule, but he still suppressed his anger and said: "Meg, I hope you are satisfied with the gift George gave you last time."

Hearing this, the girl with the ponytail's face darkened, "Damn Weasley, I have to teach you a lesson."

"Hey, calm down, Meg. Don't talk to him, we have business." Donna advised her companion.

"Haha, are you scared?" Ron continued to mock, "Donna, do you want to know who put the slugs on your desk last time?"

Faced with Ron Weasley's unscrupulous ridicule, the two girls suddenly became furious like cats. They looked at each other, then took out their wands and rushed towards the ungrateful guy.

After the three of them ran out of sight, Hermione tiptoed to the tent. She waved her wand to cast a spell on herself, and then put an ear against the tent.

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