The Evil God of Hogwarts

"What are you doing here?" Barrow looked at the girl in front of him in surprise.

Lena curled her long hair with one finger, "Just to make sure you won't lose."

"Hey! Be careful what you say, Custer. Do you think I will lose to Xing Ze? That clown who only knows how to sneak attack?"

"Don't get me wrong, Mr. Foley. That's not what I meant. Just out of curiosity, I went to look up information about the two of you who were at Hogwarts."

"What?" Barot stood up from his seat abruptly. For some reason, this girl always gave people the illusion of being like a poisonous snake.

"The Stormtroopers? Interesting name."

Barrow's expression changed and he signaled his manservant to go out temporarily. He exhaled and said, "What exactly do you want to say?"

"It's nothing, sir. According to my investigation, you had friction with Xing Zeduo when you were in school. But no matter what, you will not go to him alone, but take other members of the Charge to go there." His trouble."

"so what?"

"Of course, I can't conclude from this that you didn't dare to face the Oriental alone. Although at that time, Xing Ze was already very good at magic. If he hadn't dropped out of school and returned to China, judging from Flivi's opinion , he will make great achievements in the study of Charms."

"But he dropped out of school." Barrow smiled contemptuously, "and returned to his backward, dirty country. So, there is nothing to worry about. I have long been different from what I used to be."

Lena's big eyes wandered around Barrow. She nodded and said, "I can see it. But just in case, take this."

Barrow's eyes widened slightly, and there was an orange feather on the girl's outstretched hand.

"This...this...where did you get it?"

"When I first entered school, Dumbledore took me to visit his office. After he went out for a while, I secretly took a Fawkes feather."

Barrow took the feather with some uncertainty. The phoenix's feathers possess quite strong fire element magic power. With a little stimulation, they can cast flames that are not inferior to high-level magic spells.

Although full of disgust for Xing Ze, Barrow has no intention of taking his life, not to mention that this duel is not a battle of life and death.

Barrow just wanted to tear off Xing Ze's disguise and let everyone see clearly this hypocritical orientalist. He wanted to humiliate Xing Ze in front of everyone present.

But the girl in front of him obviously wanted the Oriental to pay a heavy price. Once the phoenix feathers were activated, no matter how powerful Xing Ze was, he would still suffer a lot of burns, and in severe cases, he might die on the spot.

Barrow couldn't help but think of what the girl had asked him to do - tell Harry Potter and his party to go to the village of New Ravenska.

"What are you hesitating about, Mr. Foley?" Lena's voice was like a devil's whisper.

"Even without feathers, I can defeat him."

The girl smiled softly, "Stop being so naive, sir. I think you have read the newspaper. You should have a good understanding of your opponent. In your current state, can you be 100% sure that you can beat him?" ?

"You have to know that only the winner deserves to speak. The loser can only swallow humiliation and dust. What's more, you represent not only you, but the entire Welfare family.

"You'd better do as I say, Barrow, otherwise I will tell the truth about you. I would like to see what happens if Dumbledore knows what you have done."

This vicious little bitch. Barrow cursed hard in his mind, how he wanted his wand to erase the girl's memory.

But as she said before, if her memory is erased, her friends will immediately expose it.

What a shame, that he was eaten to death by a girl.

At this moment, Benedick walked in. He looked at the girl suspiciously and was about to ask what happened. Lena was the first to say, "Thank you very much, Teacher Welfare. I will study this issue carefully."

After that, the girl saluted the two of them and walked out leisurely.

"Student?" Benedick asked.

Barrow quickly put away the feathers in his hands, turned around and replied: "Yes...yes, come and ask me some questions about the course."

Benedick did not dwell too much on this matter. He said to his son solemnly: "Sit down, I have something to talk to you about."

Outside the tent, Hermione stood up straight and whispered in disgust: "What a harmful guy."

But she smiled triumphantly again, "But your wishful thinking will not work."

Then, she hurried towards Ron's direction. She arrived just in time, as the two girls were about to give Ron a look.

After a crisp spell, Meg and Donna were soaked in water from the sky. Before they could react, Hermione pulled Ron and ran towards the tent where Xing Ze was.

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"What the hell, did you hear the shouting outside? Barrow Foley? Ha, these people should be shouting your name." Ben opened the tent curtain and looked towards the arena, speaking angrily.

Xing Ze didn't care about this at all. He was thinking about another thing, and he didn't pay attention to this duel at all.

The curtain at the back of the tent was opened, and Bakht and Clara walked in.

"A duel between warriors and villains, a contest between good and evil, a collision between the old order and the new forces." Bakht was still mumbling some incomprehensible words as usual.

"Who is the warrior? Who is the villain?" Xing Ze stopped thinking and asked with interest.

Bakht smiled lightly, "It depends on who is the winner."

"It makes sense." Xing Ze agreed.

"Hey." Clara jumped up to Xing Ze, "I found an ancient spell that can bring good luck to those who go to the battlefield."

"Use it, Miss Foy. We need every means to win now." Ben called down the curtain.

Xing Ze spread his hands and said, "Are you so unsure of me, Ben?"

"Don't say that, friend. I'm putting three months' wages on you."

"What the hell, why is there always a bet every time something like this happens?" Xing Ze complained, "Is this your British tradition?"

Bakht explained: "Just look at how much British Muggles love gambling."

"You also took custody?"

Clara's face turned red and she replied in a voice as loud as a mosquito: "It's just half a month's salary. I recently fell in love with a classic."

Bakht shook his head, "I'm not from this country, and I don't have this hobby. However, I really hope you can win. So, Miss Foy, use your spell."

"Wait a minute." Xing Ze waved his hand, "Before that, can I ask where this spell comes from?"

"Oh," Clara suddenly became excited, "Nordic, this spell is said to come from Odin's Valkyries. They inspire warriors on the battlefield, encouraging them to move forward bravely without fear of death."

"Okay, okay, that sounds very auspicious." The corners of Xing Ze's mouth twitched slightly.

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