The Evil God of Hogwarts

This Ms. Jezebeth was wearing a hooded robe and a thick scarf around her face when she was in Ravenska Village, so Xing Ze could only tell that she was a woman by her voice.

But now, looking at her, with her beautiful face and proud figure, she seems to be the focus of the ball. Ever since she and Xing Ze started talking, the eyes of many guests had been fixed on the two of them.

"I'll call you Ms. Jezebes." Xing Ze chose the safest title. After all, a woman like her would have many knights guarding her.

"It seems that you will be the most eye-catching presence at today's ball."

"Me?" Xing Ze was a little confused, "Shouldn't it be you, madam?"

"Ah~" Jezebeth smiled slightly, "I like other people's flattery. Although I don't want to ruin this good atmosphere so quickly, let's talk about some serious things."

"It's about which side am I going to join?"

"Unfortunately not. Although I am also very interested in this, according to my partner's speculation, there is a high probability that you will join the reform faction."

“Did your partner use a crystal ball to make his inferences?”

"Hehehe..." Jezebeth covered her mouth and laughed gracefully, "Look, what am I talking about? You do have an interesting soul."

"It's a pity that I don't rely on a crystal ball to calculate." A man suddenly interrupted the conversation between them.

Xing Ze looked at the middle-aged man whose face was covered with scars. His voice was hoarse and weak, and his throat was obviously injured. Although his old white shirt blocked most of his throat, Xing Ze still saw the scar keenly.

During his treatment at St. Mungo's, he had chatted with other members of the Round Table. Judging from Edwin's description... Xing Ze said to the man: "It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Mendez. I I remember it was you who helped open the magic circle that blocked Ravenska Village."

Sheikh smiled faintly and said, "This is nothing compared to what you have done."

During the riots in the village of Ravenska, the Ministry of Magic commended many people, but only two received the Medal of Honor, including Sheikh Mendez.

This long-missing member of the Mendez family returned to the public eye in a unique way, and as a hero began to run for mayor of Ravenska.

Although the reputation of the entire Mendez family has plummeted in the magical world, with a series of operations by Sheikh Mendez, he has become the most promising candidate.

Politics can be so weird sometimes.

"I guess that conscientious German lady must have mentioned me to you." Sheikh said, "Send my regards to her."

"I will. So, what is the business you want to talk to me about?"

Jezebeth looked at Sheikh with an expression that said, "He is impatient, I told you, Sheikh. We'd better hurry up, those vultures are already ready to move."

"Of course. Mr. Xing Ze, I just want to ask if you have met my ancestors."

Hearing this, Xing Ze frowned slightly. He always felt that this question was a bit strange.

"Yes, I had a good chat with him for a while. Although the result cannot be said to be pleasant, I believe he must have learned a lesson."

"Very well, my friend." Sheikh's spirit was lifted. He lowered his voice and asked, "Did you kill the Screamer?"

"I can't say, but it's gone."

"I can feel it."

"Um?"

Sheikh drew a few strokes on his face with his finger and said: "Do you see these scars? Sir, it is his masterpiece. I can feel its existence. Since that day, I have had that chilling feeling on my back. It has never disappeared.

"But I haven't been able to feel it since that day. So I came to you to make sure it was what I suspected it was."

Xing Ze nodded silently.

Sheikh seemed to be relieved. He took out a magic business card from his pocket and handed it to Xing Ze. "I have nothing to repay you, sir. But if you want any information, you can come to him." I."

Xing Ze took the business card, looked at it and asked, "If you're not in a hurry, Mr. Mendes. I happen to have someone I want to inquire about."

"Please say."

"Your nephew, Luke, how is he doing now?"

Because the hospital in Ravenska Village was massacred, Xing Ze sent Luke Mendez to Pallavi's home. Although the latter was unwilling to do so, he reluctantly accepted it in the end.

"My dear nephew? Apart from having to use a cane for the rest of his life in the Correctional Institution for Young Wizards in Nurmengard, he is fine."

"Really? Then I'll be relieved. Remember to send him my best wishes next time you go to see him."

"I will." Sheikh raised his glass to signal, then stretched out his arm for Jezebeth to take.

The beautiful red-haired lady winked at Xing Ze and said, "The Shafiq family's steak tastes quite good. You should really try it, Xing Ze."

"Yeah, I really should try it." Xing Ze said depressedly, looking at the empty plate in his hand.

Sadly, when he finally reached the table after all the hardships, it was said that there was not much food left, and only soup and desserts were available. The waiter told him that additional food would be available in half an hour.

Xing Ze sighed. He left the empty plate on the dining table, then found an inconspicuous corner and poured the glass of champagne into a tall indoor plant.

"This plate of moonlight grass is worth a thousand gold galleons, not to mention its shipping, fertilizer and pruning fees."

A familiar and majestic voice sounded beside Xing Ze, who was so frightened that he almost dropped the glass in his hand.

"Merlin's beard." Xing Ze turned around in panic, "Mr. Albert? As the initiator of the dance, shouldn't you go on stage and say a few words? Wait, what did you write in the notebook?"

"Your crime." Albert rolled his eyes at Xing Ze and said, "Now there is another one, trying to kill a green plant worth tens of thousands of galleons."

"You just said it was a thousand gold galleons."

"We have to include other expenses." Albert closed the note with a snap, and his eyes when he looked at Xing Ze had millions of meanings.

"I think..." Xing Ze probed carefully, "I think you came to me to talk about your daughter."

Hearing the word daughter, Albert stepped forward suddenly, pointed his finger at Xing Ze's face and whispered: "We really need to have a good talk about this, but before that..."

Xing Ze could see the veins popping up on his forehead. He didn't move his feet, but he couldn't help but lean back.

"But before that, we have to talk about business."

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