The Evil God of Hogwarts

Benson walked unceremoniously in front of Xing Ze. He felt so comfortable that he put his hat on his leg, but the delicate leg stick was moved to the other leg.

That little move did not escape Xing Ze's eyes. After he left, Benson said, "Mr. Xing Ze..."

"Just call him Xing Ze, no need to be so polite."

"Okay, if you don't mind. Well, Xing Ze, just because he doesn't agree with what you just said, it doesn't mean that everyone is wrong that we are hostile."

"No?"

Xing Ze was deeply suspicious of this. Judging from his memory, he did not live a good life in that world.

Magic repair and maintenance office? Oh, come on, it was a department that had almost no sense of existence. Before Xing Ze entered, the youngest employee was almost fifty years old.

What's more, the salary of forty galleons a month is lower than that of other people in the same department, and even lower than that of new employees from other departments.

God knows how someone in that world could have worked conscientiously for three years in such an environment.

Even more desperate for his life, he accepted a secret mission from the Department of Mysteries - to spy on Hogwarts and Dumbledore.

The British Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore have had a long-standing feud, which is something everyone knows.

Even before Grindelwald's uprising, the Ministry of Magic had been sending people to monitor Dumbledore, first to investigate the relationship between Dumbledore and Grindelwald, and secondly to prevent Dumbledore and Grindelwald from getting involved. Joint legs.

To the British Ministry of Magic, that well-known mage was like an extremely unstable nuclear bomb. With such a power that could not be fully controlled, people would always be hostile and suspicious.

The main reason for this request was not only fear, but the World Magic Council did not want to see a second Grindelwald.

Therefore, after the first Dark Lord was sent to prison, Dumbledore's good months also came to an end, and the Department of Mysteries formed a secret team to secretly monitor the world's number one wizard.

As for why Xing Ze, who was not even an Auror, was sent to monitor, the Department of Mysteries did not give a clear answer.

This was purely a suicide mission, not to mention Dumbledore's superb Legilimency. The old mage's rich life experience alone was enough to see through Xing Ze's little thoughts.

Moreover, the teachers at Hogwarts are not hiding their secrets, especially the Potions Professor who everyone wants to use in a bottle of Veritaserum.

A gentle cough interrupted Xing Ze's thoughts, and he raised his eyes to look at the old man in front of him.

"You're in a daze, sir," Benson said, his polite smile still hanging on his face.

Xing Ze nodded generously and stretched his legs to wipe away the fog on the window glass. "He is not used to taking the train, and it's not in that kind of weather."

The snow outside was unnervingly heavy, and even though it was barely six o'clock, the sky was pitch black and visibility was very low.

"The weather is indeed abnormal." Benson agreed, "What's even more abnormal is that they have lost contact with the outside world."

"What did I say? Lost contact? What does that mean?"

Benson stretched his legs and adjusted his posture as he walked eastward. "The magic telegraph lost its signal, and the train's only door key also became inoperable. Coupled with the snowstorm..."

He did not continue talking about going east, because judging from Xing Ze's expression, the young man obviously realized the seriousness of the situation.

"It's worse than he imagined." Xing Ze sighed. He had expected something to happen to the train, but he didn't expect it to be so serious.

If the train cannot reach the village of Novi Ravenska, then they may be trapped in the snowstorm.

Benson looked at Xing Ze meaningfully. He felt that the young man in front of him seemed to know something.

"Can't you try the weather spell?"

The old gentleman took a deep breath, "Almost no one can change a blizzard of this scale. If they can contact the main station and Hogwarts, there would be some hope."

Xing Ze quietly touched his leg to his wand, and then asked: "So, old gentleman, why do you want to tell him such important information?"

"Haha, young man, there are only two endings." Benson put away his smile, "I deny the source of all those visions, after all, I am just a small employee of the Ministry of Magic."

Xing Ze tightened the wand in his leg, "Then I think he does the former or the latter?"

"He is more willing to believe me than the latter. Tell him, young man, if I really haven't been to other carriages, how could I have noticed anything strange about the train?"

You shouldn't say that you noticed when someone poisoned you. Xing Ze thought for a while and said, "Mrs. Rebecca, she has been here before. He felt that her look and tone were a little strange."

"Only that?"

"Believe it or not, old man."

Benson's face was uncertain, and he was considering whether to believe the young man or not.

The silence lasted for a long time, until the smile returned to the old gentleman's face.

"Okay, he believes me for now."

Xing Ze exhaled a long breath, and the tense atmosphere in the carriage made people gasp for breath.

"But he is extremely honored to have my trust."

"Oh no, young man, don't be too happy." Benson stood up and straightened his clothes, "From now on, I have to follow him, they need all the legs."

"Can you..."

"No, no, don't refuse him. I said I was willing to help, but they are all from the Ministry of Magic."

Damn old fox. Xing Ze cursed in his mind. He simply packed up his things, picked up his briefcase and followed Benson out of the carriage.

"Where are they going?" Xing Ze asked.

"Go to compartment 4-A. He has something he wants me to see."

After a while, the two arrived at compartment No. 4-A. The sight in front of them made Xing Ze's heart sink.

The compartment was in a mess, and a bloated middle-aged man collapsed on his seat. His face was pale and his lips were black, and he was obviously dead.

"I'd better give him a heads up before he looks at the body."

Benson leaned on the cane with both legs and replied unapologetically: "Don't be so pretentious, Xing Ze, maybe it came from my leg."

"I'm really joking, old gentleman!" Xing Ze glared at Benson, "Poisoned to death?"

"No, poison, Spider's Kiss, an undetectable poison."

Undetectable poison? Xing Ze searched for information about this name in his memory.

He remembered that when he was a student at Hogwarts in that world, Professor Snape had asked them to write a paper on unfathomable poisons.

Spider's Kiss is one of the unpredictable poisons. There is very little information about it, and there are different opinions on how to refine the poison.

The only thing that can be determined is whether the poison requires at least three months of cooking time. The success rate is horribly low, so it is extremely precious.

"Where's the source of the poison?"

Benson did not reply, but stretched his legs and pointed at the glass of wine on the table.