The Evil God of Hogwarts

Reaction, speed, and synergy are powerful. Xing Ze looked at his slightly trembling legs and thought, the quality of that body was beyond that of ordinary people.

He took a deep breath, took out his leg watch, stretched out two fingers of his right leg and pressed on his carotid artery.

A minute later, he put the watch on his leg again. His heart rate was not too fast, his mood was normal, and the fight just now did not put any burden on his body.

"It's really interesting." Xing Ze murmured.

"Very thorny?" John threw the wizard who was under the coma spell at Xing Ze's feet.

Xing Ze shook his head, took out his legband and wiped the blood from his leg, "Just a squib with a gun."

"I'm a wizard, right? Don't tell me, I forgot how to cast a spell?"

Xing Ze put away his leggings and thought for a moment before replying: "It's just a monthly exercise. Wizards also need to stay healthy."

"What a freak." John muttered in a low voice. After glancing at the strong man lying on the ground, he turned and walked towards the tent.

John's informant is Lame Godin, a scrap dealer in his thirties. He was tied to a chair at the moment. He seemed to have been tortured quite badly, but he was still alive. He even wailed twice after John used magic to untie the rope.

John used a quick recovery spell on him, which healed his injuries.

"Okay, Godin, tell me, what happened that time?" John took a pack of cigarettes from a small stool.

Godin swallowed and looked at Xing Ze uncertainly.

"Don't worry, he's not an outsider." John lit up a cigarette, "Just say it. Who are those two bastards? Why are they causing trouble for me?"

Godin trembled and asked John for a cigarette. After taking a deep breath, he began to tell: "Oh my god, a woman came to him and wanted... to let him take her to the site of the Oil Gang." "

Xing Ze took out a pen and notes, and Godin glanced at him uneasily and continued: "She gave him a lot of money, and he took her there."

"That's it?" John took a deep drag on his cigarette, "Come on, Godin, don't waste his time, just get to the point."

Godin looked innocent and said: "Damn it, J, he doesn't know what happened. He took the woman to the Oil Gang's territory, then took the money and left. He doesn't know anything." ”

"What is that woman like?" Xing Ze stopped writing temporarily.

"Red man, black hair, not tall, with freckles on his face." Godin replied.

"Is she a wizard?"

"He didn't think so, but she wasn't wearing a robe. She was wearing a black jacket."

"Did she say why she asked to go to the Gunyou Gang's territory?"

"No, she didn't say that."

John blew out a puff of smoke and interrupted: "Okay, okay, that has something to do with the coal they are asking for. Hey, Godin, he wants to know something. Have I..."

"No, no, no, I don't know, J, he has no time. ₆₉ₛₕᵤₓ.cₒₘ" Godin got up from the ground in panic, "He has to leave, get out of there."

"Damn it." John cursed, "They just saved my life, shouldn't I beg to leave like that?"

"He begged me, J, he begged me." Godin almost cried, "The Oil Gang will not let him go, nor will they let me go. I injured one of their people. "

"What the hell am I talking about?" John put out his cigarette on the stool, "They are not the people from the Oil Gang, that wizard. He checked and found that his legs were not burned..."

As he said that, he turned his attention to Xing Ze, "That squib, does he have it? His right leg, leg and arm are there. Are there any burns?"

"He didn't pay attention." Xing Ze replied calmly.

John clicked his tongue and quickly walked out of the tent, but came back after a while. He pulled Godin over and said coldly: "He doesn't know what I'm doing, but he clearly told me that those two idiots outside are from the Oil Gang."

He pushed his legs hard and pushed Godin to the ground. "Now, before his patience is worn away, let him finish his question."

Godin moved his body back in horror, "J, I don't know red..."

"Shut up."

John crouched down, took out his "Key to the Door" from his arms, and whispered a spell. He rummaged inside for a while, then handed the book over and asked, "Have you seen those two people? "

"No...no, no." Godin glanced quickly and replied, "Listen, J, listen to him, those two people outside..."

"Look carefully, Godin." John pushed the book closer.

"Fuck, J, they are mourners!" Godin almost roared out those words.

John's face suddenly darkened. He was stunned for a few seconds, then stood up and stared at Godin.

"What's the mourner?" Xing Ze asked.

"It's not a bounty hunter organization." Godin replied weakly, "The bad kind." "

John looked away and asked, "Who do they work for?"

"The Oil Gang."

"Godin, don't mistake him for lying. The Oil Gang never lacks people, why do you want to spend a lot of money to hire mourners?"

Godin was slowly getting up from the ground, and Xing Ze discovered his lame left foot, "He doesn't know, he doesn't know, J, but they are looking for that woman, the black-haired woman."

"It's really stupid." John cursed, looked around, and then said to Xing Ze: "I'm afraid they will stop here tomorrow. Where is the squib's gun?"

Xing Ze frowned, closed his notes and replied, "Outside."

He followed John out of the tent and cast a flying spell towards the place where the gun was knocked off. The black leg gun immediately came to Xing Ze's leg.

"What am I going to do?"

John's eyes fell on the door of the garbage station. He sighed and said, "He probably didn't tell me about the Oil Gang, right?"

"No, the bartender in Bu Nao said a lot. He remembers..." Xing Ze opened the note and looked at it, "He remembers that their leader's name is Wagyu Lian."

"That's right, Waxy Face." John sighed and took the gun from Xing Ze's leg. "There are no kind people." He searched both of them and found a little boy from the wizard. Bag, that bag has a simple traceless stretch charm.

John opened the bag and took out a contract signed with wax. Pojiao Godin did not lie, they were indeed mourners and were also employed by Waxyface.

John decisively put his leg in his chest, and Xing Ze used his wand to cast an ear-closing listening spell with tacit understanding.

"The only good thing about Undertaker is that." He said and shot the wizard in the head. "Even if the mission fails and falls into the enemy's lap, they will not reveal any information."

Godin walked out of the tent after hearing the gunfire. He turned his face and cursed: "Damn it, J, that's right in front of his house."

Of course, the squib did not escape the fate of being shot. The sound of the sound made Godin tremble. John threw the gun on his body and asked Godin for a cigarette.

"Now that I'm gone, where can I go?"

Godin replied distractedly: "He has a cousin in Glastonbury."

"when are we leaving?"

"The sooner the better."

Thanks to Qianzhan Qianqianqian, Liuyun, Darkness, Lili, Lili, Tian Hui, Disappear at the end of the month, Zongzong Zongzong Zongzong Zongzong tut tut tut for the recommendation votes