The Evil God of Hogwarts

One of them is a photo, which is an incomplete statue made of several fragments, and the other is a simple drawing, the paper has turned yellow, and the drawing is a strange statue. The statue in the photo is very similar to the one in the portrait.

When he saw the portrait, Xing Ze obviously felt some discomfort, a sense of rejection and disgust from the Eastern consciousness.

"They found that portrait in the local library," the bishop explained. "It took them a lot of time."

Surprise flashed across Xing Ze's face. He didn't expect that there was a library in such a remote village.

"He was as surprised as I was, boy," said Andrea. "They thought it was a pub when they found out there was a library there. As for the fragments, it was the Key Chamber, the Ministry of Magic, the Government of the United Kingdom. Collected from all over the country.”

"I mean does anyone want to scatter the pieces of the statue across the country?"

Bishop Andrew nodded helplessly and said: "It seems so at present. Judging from the analysis of the collected fragments and infected people, the fragments have a strong curse, and people who are exposed to it for a long time will develop abscesses. At first, a small piece of , but it will gradually expand, and it used to cover the whole body.

"The cursed people will become delirious, have fever, and experience delirium. But the strangest thing is that they do not feel pain. On the contrary, they will feel happy and relaxed, even when they die."

Did Xing Ze understand where the abscess on Eric's leg came from? He gave the thing in Eric's leg to Jacob, but he didn't take it immediately, but looked at it first. Look at the leg watch.

After learning that ten minutes had passed, Jacob asked Xing Ze to roll up his sleeves. He checked the location where Dong injected the saint's blood and found nothing abnormal before taking the thing.

"That potion merchant, did he say, Dunn Eric, how did he get the fragment?"

"Through a local trading network. Eric is definitely a collector of Wei and Dong. Judging from the captured fragment carriers, almost all of them are antique collectors, ordinary people and wizards. So they speculated, Are those fragments distributed through the Didong auction?"

Xing Ze lowered his head and thought for a while, then asked: "Is there any way we can let him enter Digel Village?"

"Unless there is a need," the bishop said, "that place has long been overturned by the Ministry of Magic, the Key Office and the local government, but there are very few clues to be found. He does not recommend that I go there to waste time. "

Things have become a little more complicated, but there are also more puzzles.

Xing Ze secretly memorized the useful information, and then asked some questions, some of which got answers, and some of which didn't.

Half an hour passed by in a flash, and the two bishops came to Xing Ze together. After some inspections, they were convinced that Xing Ze was not contaminated.

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"Please consider their proposal, child, otherwise it would be unjust." Before leaving, Bishop Andrea held Xing Ze's leg tightly and said, his eyes full of ardent longing.

Xing Ze said he would consider it, but still did not give a clear answer. They walked in through the back door and were picked up by Barrow Foley and Elly Shafiq. Unless there is a wizard to help, it is difficult for ordinary people to enter and exit Hogsmeade, let alone those who are not members of the church.

Maxim was the first to leave. He took a bottle of Scotch whiskey from the wine cabinet in the living room with ease. He poured a little for himself, and then asked Xing Ze if he could have a glass.

"No, he wants to stay awake." Xing Ze replied, waving his leg towards the house elf who brought him a cup.

"Are you serious? Benson's taste has always been good." Maxim walked lazily on the sofa, "What did they say to me, Xing Ze?"

"I really want to know?"

Maxim shrugged and did not answer. Instead, he turned the topic to the inheritance, "Okay, sign it, Xing Ze. He can go back and deliver the work."

"Why did he leave all the inheritance to him?"

"Who knows? His ideas have always been strange. He has never been married and has no children. Most of his relatives are dead, except for a nephew. The poor man joined the corpse eaters when he was young, and Benson personally brought him to the group. Sent to Azkaban."

"His funeral." Xing Ze was walking on the single sofa, "When will it be held? He forgot to ask Mr. R."

Maxim showed a joking smile, "Even if I asked, he wouldn't tell me. My level is too low to attend his funeral."

"Damn it." Xing Ze cursed.

Maxim finished the wine in his glass and put the document on the coffee table. "He has to go. Xing Ze, just sign it. Don't think too much."

Xing Ze straightened up, picked up the document and looked at it. Maxim waited quietly. It wasn't until Xing Ze finished signing that he asked: "There is a problem that has been bothering him for a long time."

"What?"

"Who would use a yellow talisman to check whether the drink is poisonous before drinking, Xing Ze? That's so weird."

"For someone like him, when it comes to living in our country, it never hurts to be cautious."

Maxim took back the document and after recalling Dong Xingze's words, he laughed, nodded and said, "He agrees on that point."

After seeing Maxim off, Xing Ze walked alone in the living room. He felt very tired, which reminded him of the first case he took on.

There was a girl who had been missing for three months. When the girl's father found him, he offered her a very good price. Therefore, he investigated very carefully, and it took him almost half a month, but he finally found her head, and the rest of her body parts were originally buried in the belly of the murderous leg.

He vomited for a month and couldn't help but want to vomit when he saw meat. Then he saw a psychiatrist intermittently for six months, and the treatment cost three times his remuneration.

Sometimes, he would occasionally think of that girl. She had long hair and big eyes. She was not particularly beautiful, but she was very delicate. She was twenty-two years old when she died, and she was planning to find a better job in Beijing.

"Would you like a cup of tea, little master?" An old voice sounded behind Xing Ze. He turned around and saw the old house elf.

Xing Ze stood up. He inherited all of Benson's property, including the house elves of course.

"What is my name?"

"Pochi, Master Price got it for him."

"He thought I should know the bad news about him."

Pochi lowered his head and replied after a long while: "No, he heard about it."

"He died gloriously," Xing Ze comforted, "like a warrior who slayed a dragon."

"He's always been like this." The elf's eyes lit up and he murmured, "He's always been like this."

"Sorry, Pochi, he has to go back to school." Xing Ze stood up from the sofa, "Please let me take care of him."

Pochi bowed and replied respectfully: "That's not his duty, little master."

Xing Ze suddenly thought of something, and he asked Boqi: "Oh, that's wrong, do I have money? Do I have money to buy food?"

"We have a lot of stock at home, enough to last for a while."

Xing Ze took out the ten Galleons from his pocket and gave them all to the house elf, "Take it, he won't be back in the near future."

"No, no, no, that won't work." Pochi stepped back in horror, "Elves shouldn't take money."

Thanks to Honghua Hongmeng, My Pistachio, Blood Alliance, Xiao, and Wei Wuxian’s recommendation votes for counterattack