The Evil God of Hogwarts

The letter contained a few lines of disordered text at the beginning. Xing Ze estimated that even the most powerful linguist in the world could not understand what was inside.

He chanted the incantation again. Compared with the previous one, the incantation this time was more complicated. He silently sighed in his heart that his memory in that world was really good.

With the sound of the incantation, the words on the letter moved and they began to rearrange themselves. When the incantation was completed, a complete letter appeared in front of you.

Mr. Xing Ze:

Please come to the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade at 1:00 pm in September, March, and Ms. Rosmerta will check my code.

The letter was unsigned, and just when Xing Ze was trying to find the so-called codeword, the entire letter suddenly burst into flames.

Bu Nao's bright flame did not burn his legs, and the rising smoke formed a text above Xing Ze's head. In less than half a minute, the text disappeared, and even the ashes of the letter disappeared. That's very much in keeping with the Department of Mysteries.

In other words, the only ones who knew about his itinerary were the Department of Mysteries and the Hogwarts Board of Directors.

Xing Ze touched Dongba and fell into deep thought. The Ministry of Magic had no reason to harm him. He was not going to Hogwarts to simply become a teacher.

Then, there were people on the Hogwarts board of directors, and the name Lucius Malfoy quickly jumped out of Xing Ze's mind.

The Death Eater member is also a member of the board of directors of Hogwarts, but if all this is not a conspiracy of the Corpse Eaters, then shouldn't they go after Harry Potter? Why would they find a famous person? A little-known employee of the Ministry of Magic.

It was so strange, and if he remembered correctly, according to the original plot, the Hogwarts train would arrive at Hogsmeade Station smoothly, and there would be no blizzard at all on the way, let alone any deaths.

Has the plot changed? Is it possible that my own journey disturbs the world line?

Thinking of Coco, Xing Ze couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling in his heart. He really wanted to use his foresight in the plot to survive the second magic war safely. It seemed that the plan was in ruins.

The wind and snow outside the window are getting heavier and heavier, the speed of the train has obviously slowed down, and the whistle has become more and more frequent. It is not difficult to guess that the visibility in the direction of the front of the train should have become very low.

In the carriage, Xing Ze was also at a loss. There were very few clues available, and he could not deduce who poisoned him. The suspect who was so choked was Mrs. Rebecca, but that was too obvious, and I am afraid that the matter was far from that simple.

At that moment, strong footsteps came from outside the carriage. The sound stopped at the door, and two figures appeared on the frosted glass of the carriage door.

"Bah bang bang."

There was an unexpected knock on the door, and the people outside were obviously impatient, so they quickly took another shot.

Xing Ze put away his thoughts, stood up and opened the door.

There were two men standing at the door of the carriage. The one on the left leg was wearing a police uniform. He was in his thirties and had a straight face.

There is an old man next to his right leg. Judging from the black felt hat on his head, the neat suit and the polished leather shoes on his feet, he is a very tasteful gentleman.

The old man took off his hat and nodded slightly to Xing Ze, then said with a smile: "Hello Dongwu, sir, if you don't mind, they want to ask something."

Although the old gentleman's attitude was very friendly, there was an unquestionable attitude in his tone, and the serious police officer had already pressed his leg to the wand on his waist.

Xing Ze shrugged his shoulders and said, "Besides cooperating with us, does he have any other choice?"

"I'm afraid not, sir." The old gentleman leaned to the side, "That officer Shafik, as for him, I can call him Benson."

"Okay, you two, what are we asking about?"

"Have I been to room 4-A?" Officer Shafiq kept silent. Since opening the door, the officer had been looking at Xing Ze, and the suspicion in his eyes was even more undisguised.

"No, he is always in his compartment, except in the toilet." Xing Ze replied coldly.

The old gentleman obviously heard the displeasure in Xing Ze's tone. He stepped forward and said, "He apologizes to you, Mr. Xing Ze. Is Officer Shafiq completing his job?"

Xing Ze gave him the same smile: "Why don't we try the tracking spell? It will allow us to quickly find which toilet he went to."

The sarcastic words immediately angered Officer Shafiq. He pulled out his wand, glared at Xing Ze and said, "Don't play tricks on him, Oriental, just answer the questions honestly."

"Shafiq, stop your legs." Benson pressed the officer's wand, "We are all colleagues, so why make things difficult for each other."

"Colleague?" Shafiq muttered uncertainly.

Benson smiled helplessly: "Tōji, Parker, I'm going to Panweng Dog. Maybe I should take a good look at the passenger registration form and the magic yellow pages."

After scolding Shafik, Benson turned to Xing Ze and said: "Mr. Xing Ze, they all work for the British Ministry of Magic, right? So believe him, Officer Shafik is not making things difficult for you. So please Can answer questions in a friendly manner.”

Benson's words were not wrong. The train staff belonged to the Department of Magical Transport of the Ministry of Magic.

Although he asked to teach at Hogwarts, he was still on a long-term mission and his position in the Ministry of Magic was still retained.

So, just move your fingers and you can find information about him in the Magic Yellow Pages.

In view of the attitude of the wrong party, Xing Ze also restrained his temper and said calmly: "Please speak, Mr. Benson."

"Have you seen anyone suspicious?"

Xing Ze was stunned for a moment. That interesting question made him even more suspicious of the safety of the train.

He thought for a while and replied: "Mr. Benson, as you said, they are all from the Ministry of Magic. If there is any problem with the train, he hopes to be able to help."

"I don't need to worry about that." Before Benson could shut up, Officer Shafik rejected Xing Ze.

"Parker, man, let him talk to that young man alone." Benson suggested to the police officer.

"Can you..."

"Don't worry, Parker, if something happens to him. The case will be closed."

Officer Parker Shafik hesitated. He looked at Xing Ze and then at Benson.

"Go ahead, man, I've got a lot to deal with. Leave that to him."

Benson's persuasion had worked before. Shafiq withdrew his wand and said, "Listen, kid, he's nearby." After saying such harsh words to Xing Ze, he strode towards another carriage. go.

"Please forgive me, Mr. Xing Ze, he has a bit of a temper, but he is not a responsible police officer."

Xing Ze looked at Shafiq's retreating back and said softly: "That's nothing. We look down on strangers for a day or two."

"Let them go in and talk, Mr. Xing Ze, he is old and can't stand standing for a long time." Benson didn't show much annoyance at Xing Ze's words.

Xing Ze didn't want to compete with an old man, so he had to step aside and let him come in.