The Evil God of Hogwarts

Mr.R moved the wand, and a crystal flew to the head of the blackthorn wand. Then he said: "According to the process, he needs to ask me a few questions. The process will be very boring. Can I ask for some tea?" , coffee is not wine?”

"Need not."

"Okay, first question, my name?"

Xing Ze was stunned for a moment, but he quickly came to his senses. He chuckled and asked, "Is it necessary?" After seeing that Mr. R was not joking, he reported his name.

"I do not deny the inhabitants of Great Britain."

"It's wrong. It was wrong in the past, it's wrong now, and it won't be wrong in the future."

Mr.R picked up the cup and took a sip. His fake smile looked like a clown mask, "Be patient, my friend. The person in charge attaches great importance to the process."

Xing Ze didn't reply.

"Let them continue." Mr. R put down the cup, "My magical bloodline comes from my mother?"

"No." After thinking about it carefully, Xing Ze added: "His mother is a guardian of magical creatures. His father is a construction contractor and a Muggle."

"After the accident, did they contact me? Or, did I contact them?"

"No, none. We have blocked the news very well. His mother probably doesn't know that something happened to him. There is no need to let her know about it. He is not living well."

"Wise decision..." The crystal flying in front of the wand trembled slightly. Mr. R stopped talking. He pointed his wand at the crystal and closed his eyes.

About ten seconds later, he opened his eyes, and the smile on his face disappeared. He murmured softly: "It's really Benson's wand. It seems that he recognized me."

Then, he turned his attention to Xing Ze again and asked, "Have I ever studied at Hogwarts?"

"From 1978 to 1981, Ravenclaw Academy." Xing Ze replied patiently, "I can find a more detailed answer to the question in his entry report."

Mr. R was unmoved. At that time, the two crystals rotating around Xing Ze also began to tremble slightly, so he recalled the crystals and pointed the wand at the crystals just like he did here.

After taking some time to examine the crystals, Mr.R returned them to Xing Ze, along with the previous one. Xing Ze found it difficult to find useful information in his Gujing Wubo face.

"Tell him, friend, what happened." After a moment of silence, Mr. R asked.

Has the diagnosis been passed? Xing Ze guessed.

He recounted the accident in detail, which he had choreographed dozens of times in his mind. Some required appearances have been omitted, such as time travel and rebirth, such as the shining octahedron, etc., but the remaining appearances are not true.

Lies based on truth are the hardest to see through.

He had practiced it countless times to make himself look confident, and with the help of deception, Xing Ze felt that he looked absolutely sincere now.

But the good times didn't last long, he felt something strange about the three crystals, and they were stealing the memories in his mind.

At first, he was surprised, but soon he was mentally cursing himself for being an idiot. He should have realized that the Department of Mysteries was no different from the Corpse Eaters, and that anyone could use the banned Soul Eater for whatever purpose. read.

His desire to get the truth made him reckless and impulsive, so much so that he made such a low-level mistake. He was like a hot-headed wild boar, foolishly rushing into the trap of the wrong party.

Just when he was about to move his legs to escape from here, the strange power of Ye Chang suddenly appeared in his mind, Fou Lanbei.

Modify memory? Build a barrier? As if someone had stuffed that information into his brain, Xing Ze reacted immediately. He pressed the baked dough in his heart, manipulated the strange power to modify his memory, and sent the modified memories continuously. Gave those three crystals.

"So I passed out? When I wake up, the monster will disappear?" Mr. R's face finally changed. Even if he is blind, it can be seen that he does not believe what Xing Ze said. Rhetoric.

"That's not the case, sir." Xing Ze replied as calmly as he could, "He was knocked into the snowdrift by the monster and then passed out. Please wake up and the briefcase is next to him, and in the bag There are some healing potions, and I'm afraid he can't even walk there.

"As for the monster, sir, he really doesn't know where it went? To be honest, he doesn't want to know where it went. He just wanted to see the doctor as soon as possible."

It is indeed not easy to deal with Mr. R while modifying the memory.

Mr.R touched his nose, picked up a document from the table and flipped through it, "But when the search and rescue team finds me, will I be able to run around alive?"

"Oh, yes, thank you for St. Mungo's healing potion. Compared with the inferior products outside, its effect is quite good, but the price is a bit expensive. He remembered that he also fed some to the train conductor, and he Aren’t you very alive now?”

"He believed he would thank me."

Mr.R showed a meaningful smile. He couldn't see through the person in front of him, at least he couldn't see through the disguise he was wearing. But his intuition told him that the young man was hiding something.

At this moment, he really wanted to use Legilimency to find out for himself. He missed the time when he could look into other people's heads at will, without relying on some junk crystal from the Magic Research Institute.

Although people from the Magic Research Institute swear that those crystals can not only confirm pollution, but also collect the target's memories unknowingly, and its effect is even far greater than that of Auror's Legilimency.

So now, he can keep talking to delay time so that Crystal can complete his work. How boring is that?

"What do you say? My actions were very heroic, my friend. He only expressed his gratitude to me on behalf of the Department of Mysteries. It's very embarrassing. They can't make any publicity about it."

Xing Ze's tone was filled with helplessness: "At that time, someone has to come out and do something."

Mr.R asked a few more unrelated questions. The jumping questions made Xing Ze secretly complain. Fortunately, the three crystals began to tremble again.

Mr.R recalled the crystal. That time he spent a lot of time checking each one. Xing Ze saw that his face was uncertain, even a little disappointed.

After finishing the inspection of the crystal, Mr. R leaned tiredly on the chair behind him. He looked like a rooster that had been defeated immediately, his lips were pursed tightly, his eyes were empty, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Xing Ze was not much better. After the strange power was removed from his mind, a feeling of weakness immediately swept through his body. He quietly changed his walking posture so that most of his body weight could be exerted. In the chair.

He knew clearly that if it was a symptom of excessive use of magic power, he would have a headache, sweat, or even tremble in the future. He had to concentrate on dealing with it, otherwise his flaws would be exposed.

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