The Evil God of Hogwarts

Xing Ze frowned. He didn't know how to treat Boqi wrongly. According to the rules of the wizarding world, those elves are not slaves, and they have almost no human rights.

But for a traveler from the modern earth, Xing Ze would not feel uncomfortable if he did this, but he had no time to consider those issues now, so he had to find an excuse: "I will use part of it for food. Part of it is used for house repairs.”

"Repairing the house? He can cast a few simple magics, little master, there is no need..."

"That's it. He doesn't have time to argue with me, Pochi." Xing Ze cast an Apparition and disappeared.

…

On the way back to the church, Bishop Andrew was deep in thought in the car. He realized that Jacob had something to say to him. He didn't let the wrong party wait too long. When the car reached the nearest highway, he allowed it: "Speak, Jacob. There's no need to hold it in your heart."

"No one," Jacob said solemnly, "no one can be immune to being infected by evil things. That wizard is very strange."

"But, the blood of the saints didn't react, I saw it too, Jacob."

"He may have moved his legs and feet. That has happened before, and maybe he is immune to it."

Bishop Andrew rubbed his legs, "Don't I believe in the Holy Mother?"

"You know he doesn't mean that." Jacob said softly, "Why did they choose him as a source of information? The Ministry of Magic has no shortage of greedy wizards."

"But there is one missing person who can survive the evil and evil things and remain intact. If the wizard, like the Holy Mother, has the ability to resist abnormalities, they must not let him fall into the lap of the wizard."

Jacob frowned, and he decisively denied: "That's not possible!"

"There is nothing to deny, Jacob." Andrea waved his legs. He didn't want to waste time on that topic. "If he is wrong, then it is just a waste of a chess piece. I beg him not to be wrong." , then Coco will change the current situation.”

"If you are wrong, Lord Bishop, how can you be sure that you can control him?"

"Anything can be controlled, Jacob, anything!" Andrea cast his gaze out the window. The dilapidated castle stood on the top of the mountain, making people feel unattainable.

…

When Xing Ze returned to school, he happened to see people from the church and the Ministry of Magic evacuating the school.

Professor McGonagall stood refreshed on the high slope of the lawn of the large courtyard, friendly and using magic to "send" the church pastor's salute out the door. Her face was filled with unconcealable joy.

"Oh, Xing Ze." She stood on Poe and called, "Dumbledore is looking for me. He should be in the principal's office now."

"Okay, Professor, he'll go then." Xing Ze responded and immediately walked towards the principal's office.

The school was noisy, and it took him a while to get to the principal's office. Dumbledore was crouching behind his desk, sorting out the speeches that would be used for tomorrow's opening ceremony. He pointed out the place where the train accident was written. Let Xing Ze help go and take a look.

"Principal, are you sure you want to thank Mr. Price at the opening ceremony?" Xing Ze gave the speech to Dumbledore.

"Why not? They just have different opinions." Dumbledore pushed up his glasses. "His behavior is worthy of praise. Children should learn from his noble character and not be slaughtered since childhood."

"But the Academy Hat..." Xing Ze hesitated. Indeed, according to his memory, everyone in Gryffindor was brave, and everyone in Slytherin was vicious.

Dumbledore smiled and said, "The Sorting Hat follows human nature, but it is not absolutely wrong. He admits that there are some unreasonable systems in Hogwarts, but if those systems can exist for hundreds of years, they must have their reasons."

"Maybe, he is not a smart person. So he rarely thinks about those things." Xing Ze said, "Can he ask you a few questions? Principal?"

"Oh, of course, sir, if he can answer it."

"Do you understand dreams?"

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and asked, "Did I mean that?"

"You know what he means, Headmaster."

The old wizard patted his leg gently, and a delicate little tea cup came to Xing Ze, "Can you please give me a cup of tea?"

Xing Ze nodded and said, "Green tea is the best."

"He happens to have it." A hot teapot flew from the fireplace and poured Xing Ze a cup of rich green tea.

"I don't know much, sir." Dumbledore also added a little tea for himself, "Is there an insurmountable forbidden area that only the craziest dark wizards can touch."

"Doesn't anyone else in the school know except you?"

"No, no, dreams are no secret. Any wizard will be exposed to them more or less, which is why the church always wants to eradicate them. But then again, there are very few wizards who know the true meaning of dreams."

"Professor McGonagall? The dean of each college?" Xing Ze resisted the urge to say Snape.

"Oh, no." Dumbledore smiled slightly, "They don't know much, but they are well aware of the dangers of dreams."

"So do you know Dunn Eric?"

"He knows." Dumbledore didn't even think.

Xing Ze raised his eyebrows and continued to ask: "Have you made an appointment with him to meet?"

"That's right." Dumbledore nodded, "They agreed to meet at the Pig-Headed Bartender in Hogsmeade. He came to seek his help and brought something unknown, related to the plague. He wanted the Department of Mysteries. You should tell me everything.”

Those bastards don't mean that well. Xing Ze cursed secretly in his heart.

"He died on the road. If he had known if that was the case, he should have gone to find him personally."

"why not?"

"The Ministry of Magic and the school board, they don't want him to leave Hogwarts in the near future. Perhaps because of the plague, the Ministry of Magic is very worried. At that time, they hope that he can stay in peace."

Xing Ze thought for a moment, smiled bitterly and said, "So, they need to find someone to look after me, and that person is him."

No, Dumbledore didn't answer. After a brief silence, Xing Ze asked again: "Does he believe me? Principal?"

"He doesn't know what I mean, Mr. Xingze." Dumbledore stroked his beard, "Of course I can trust him."

Xing Ze took a deep breath. Because of Blue Beak's existence, he was no longer afraid of them prying into his memory, so he planned to have a truly honest talk with Dumbledore.

"You know the existence of dreams, principal, and you also know that monsters from dreams can pollute people's spirit and body, but you didn't let him enter the school, even though he didn't receive any tests or diagnoses at that time. The only thing he didn't understand was That's all he is red for, but he is red now."

"Tell me about it, Xing Ze." Dumbledore said with interest.

"Church, when he came back, he happened to see the monks canceling the spell. He wondered if the spell should be used to monitor polluters, so you are not wrong to ask him more.

"And you also know that the Key Office will conduct a comprehensive inspection on him soon, but they will not tell you the truth. But you have always been a suspicious person, especially when it comes to school matters. You must be 100% confirm……"

"Go on, Xing Ze, go on, don't pay attention to him."

Xing Ze took a sip of tea and continued: "What a coincidence, the people from the church also wanted to see him, so you reached an agreement with them to explain why they appeared in Hogsmeade. In that way, even if You can get the information you need without leaving Hogwarts.”

"I praise him too much, Xing Ze." Dumbledore said calmly, "I wonder if he is so smart that he won't have a headache for tomorrow's speech."

"Then do you believe him? Principal?" Xing Ze asked very seriously. If Dumbledore did something secretly, he must have his own plans. Xing Ze never doubted that.

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