The Evil God of Hogwarts

Mr.R did not start walking again until he had a headache. By that time, Xing Ze had already passed the most painful moment. His eyes were wandering around Xing Ze's body, probably looking for something good. But he couldn't find it.

The young man in front of him seemed to be wearing a suit of armor, blocking out all his doubts. He had to convince himself that the stranger from the East might really be an upright and kind-hearted warrior who saved a train of people with his selfless actions.

Maybe that's what Benson liked about him. Mr.R took a deep breath, returned to his usual appearance, and said, "Okay, Xing Ze, the boring process is over, let them talk about something useful."

Xing Ze felt that Fang Fang's tone was obviously much kinder. He knew whether he had passed the diagnosis, but he still asked in surprise: "So, he passed?"

"No, it's very frustrating, but at least they can be sure that I'm not their enemy." Mr. R waved his wand, causing the three crystals to move to different positions, forming a recording point with no blind spots.

Have you finally gotten to the point? Xing Ze secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking about how much useful information he could get, and how much of that information could provide him with clues to return to Earth.

"Before they start talking, he must re-introduce himself." Mr. R said as he took out a notebook from the drawer. "They call it the Key Chamber of the Department of Mysteries. I must have never heard of it. That name..."

Having said that, he threw the book towards Xing Ze, "It should be said that not many people know about their existence, not even Rufus Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror Office.

Xing Ze discovered that the words "Key to the Door" were written on the black cover of the book. There was a strange pattern to the east of the words, which was exactly the same as the book he saw on the table before.

"Hide it, friend." Mr. R reminded, "If it's their database, I can check some necessary things in it, and he will tell me the spell to activate later."

"Am I recruiting him?" Xing Ze asked.

"Recruitment? Oh, no, I have been among them for a long time." Mr. R grinned, "I became one of them when I accepted to monitor Dumbledore."

"He didn't know anything at that time."

Mr.R blinked and said: "They have always done a good job in keeping secrets. I must have heard the rumors about the 'locked room' in the Department of Mysteries."

Xing Ze nodded. Even few people in the Department of Mysteries knew what that room was used for. There were countless rumors about it, but most of them were just for people to talk about after dinner.

"Then it's their office. If I want to go in, I'll bring it with me. The symbol on it will be the key to the door."

Xing Ze raised his eyebrows and said, "Sir, he didn't ask to join us."

"Then that's the problem. Mr. R's face twitched slightly, "They are not some kind of volunteer organization. They can come and leave whenever they want. Of course, if I insist on leaving, my friend..."

He pointed his wand at Xing Ze, "If the organization's safety is compromised, they can make me disappear from that world."

"So is it mandatory to join the army?" Xing Ze sneered.

"Don't be so pessimistic, Xing Ze. Look at my previous jobs, repairing glass, repairing sculptures, and repairing pools. Would a young man like me be willing to remain unknown for the rest of his life?"

"At least the glass, the pool and the sculptures won't beg for his life."

"Don't be stupid, his friend." Mr. R picked up the cup and took a sip. The young man was simply arrogant and rude.

What does he want to ask for? Negotiate terms with Key Hall? Hell, didn't he know there were a bunch of senior Aurors outside the door trying to get into the Department of Mysteries?

Mr. R continued to persuade: "Do I know what it means to join the Department of Mysteries? It means that I can have access to more advanced magic and obtain more advanced magic shaping..."

"Will his salary increase?"

"What did I say?" Mr. R thought he heard wrongly, "Of course it is."

"Then he will join." Xing Ze agreed.

Like a noisy pheasant being grabbed by the throat, Mr.R felt like his chest was filled with breath. God, that guy is unreasonable. He muttered in his heart, money, he actually values ​​​​more than money!

But when he thought that the young man came from the backward East, he was immediately relieved. Greedy Eastern wizards, they are indeed so, without any vision or glory.

He suppressed the disgust in his heart and said: "Very well, his friends, let them continue."

Xing Ze naturally did not miss the rich expression on Fang Fang's face. He enjoyed it so much. If he agreed to join too easily, it would arouse suspicion. Many times, asking for valuable help is more reassuring than priceless help.

Rather than letting the wrong party think of himself as a just person, it would be better for him to think of himself as a greedy wizard. People are always like that. They like to reveal their shortcomings but turn a blind eye to their strengths.

But unfortunately, Mr. R is not a gullible person. Xing Ze knows that the sudden change will arouse more suspicion from the other party. He needs a push and is waiting for the opportunity.

"Please wait a moment, sir," he interrupted politely. "Why did we choose him?" He seemed to be asking that question lately.

"Ah, about that." Mr. R looked down at the blackthorn wand, "No, Benson recommended me."

"Benson?" Xing Ze searched for all the information about Benson Price in his memory. He was sure that he had not known that person before.

Seeing Xing Ze's confused look, Mr.R patiently explained: "He went to my country when he was young and was friends with my grandmother and grandfather."

The world is so small. Xing Ze sighed in his heart.

"Besides..." Mr. R tried to pick up the blackthorn wand with his legs, but the wand popped out of his legs automatically. "The blackthorn wand seeks to truly become one with its owner after experiencing dangers and difficulties together. Once that is achieved, the wand becomes its owner's most loyal servant. Unless the original owner gives it to him in person, it will reject it. anyone."

"I see." Xing Ze nodded, "So Benson, is he also from the Key Hall?"

"Isn't that natural? He is an excellent secret keeper. When he was not a young boy, he was already in that position."

"So, is their job to spy on Dumbledore and Hogwarts, like those peeping toms? Well, at least they can feast their eyes on it, and they're not looking at an old man."

"Don't put it in such a bad way, friend, then deny one of their jobs." Mr. R's wand was tilted.

The crystal located directly in front of Xing Ze shot out a ray of light. Like a projector in a cinema, several three-dimensional figures appeared in front of him.

Dunn Eric, Colm Cecil, Bowman Lister. Xing Ze mentally recognized the first three people, all of whom were related to the train attack.

When he saw the fourth person, he twitched slightly, familiar black hair, familiar aquiline nose, it was Severus Snape.

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