The Evil God of Hogwarts

Xing Ze met Henry Bachert at the opening ceremony, but only briefly.

He looks to be in his twenties, but is actually in his thirties. He has a high nose, deep blue eyes, thin lips, and is very handsome. His skin has a sickly red color when viewed up close.

He was well-dressed, and the wizard's robe he wore was the latest style for next year. It was made by Woodcock's century-old tailoring shop, and the lowest price was one hundred and fifty galleons.

Compared with Barrow Foley, he is less masculine and more gloomy. Perhaps it is that temperament that allows him to block the traces of time.

"Time is like a flat circle, the end point reaches the starting point." He said, his voice was hoarse and low.

"What?" Xing Ze asked with a frown.

"He likes that sentence." Bakht said, stretched out his legs, took out a notebook and pen and started writing.

Xing Ze turned to look at Ben, who told him to be patient.

After Bacht finished writing, he thought for a while, as if he was recalling the meaning.

After another long while, he raised his head and looked at Xing Ze, and then showed a surprised look. He sighed happily: "Oh, he knows me. Unsung hero, do they call me that?"

"No." The corner of Xing Ze's mouth twitched slightly, "They call him Xing Ze. Nice to meet me, Mr. Bachat."

"It's so embarrassing. That title obviously suits me very well. The fearless man who faced the monster in the wind and snow had previously sacrificed his life to save the train, but no one could tell his name. What a tragedy, how cold... "

Xing Ze turned to Ben and asked in a low voice: "Are all the Potions teachers so nervous? No..."

Ben whispered in Xing Ze's ear: "He's not like that. Sometimes he easily falls into his own hallucinations. Students call him the gloomy prince. Man, give him some time."

"Uh, Mr. Bakht." Xing Ze snapped his fingers in front of the prince, "Sorry to bother me. Not only did he face the snow monster alone, but there were two people who went out with him to delay the time. In addition, he Very alive."

Bakht came back to his senses, took a deep breath, and finally discovered Ben's presence, "Hey, Ben, when did I get here?"

He stood there for almost twenty minutes. Xing Ze secretly thought in his heart. But he still smiled and said: "Mr. Bakht, he needs my help."

"Let's just say that he is an unsung hero." A smile appeared on Bakht's blushing face, "Just beg me to promise that I can have a good talk with him afterwards, that's how it feels."

"How does it feel?"

"Death." His eyes were shining like a saint who had seen a miracle.

"He won't bother us anymore." Ben interrupted, then turned and walked out of the room.

"Okay, if it gets done, he will talk to me." Xing Ze reluctantly agreed, and then took out the red candies from the ring.

"What's that?" asked Bakht, who seemed pretty reliable when he wasn't in his own fantasy.

"A new type of hallucinogen." Xing Ze replied, "He needs my help to see if there are any ingredients."

Hearing those words, Bakht laughed a few times, but he quickly put away his smile, "Oh, I deny it."

"certainly."

"I'm afraid he can't promise me."

Xing Ze spread his legs: "But...but just now..."

"No, no, no, it's a matter of principle, Mr. Unsung Hero..."

"Xing Ze, his name is Xing Ze."

Bakht hesitated, but then he said in his own way: "Mr. Unsung Hero, it's a matter of principle. He can't help you make poison."

"No...he thinks I'm mistaken, Mr. Bakht. There's something involved with those hallucinogens, and he needs to find out what they are."

"He smells a conspiracy, sir." Bakht leaned forward, "Is it about the train attack?"

"He must not tell me."

Bakht's slender legs slid across the table, playing with the red candies. He fell into deep thought again, and Xing Ze had to wait quietly.

"Did I know, sir, there are similarities between the two of them."

Xing Ze shrugged and said, "Did he die?"

"Ah~ I feel the same way, right? They are all shrouded in death, like sacrifices chosen by gods. But I am different. I am trapped in the past. Something is slowly dragging me down. Into the quagmire.”

Xing Ze let out a long breath and said: "Okay, Keats, can I help him or not?"

Bakht smiled evilly, stretched out his legs and picked up a red candy, "He helped me, but the agreement between them remains unchanged."

"How long will it take to find out the truth?"

"It depends on whether the composition of the candy is complicated or not."

"No matter what, he has to thank me, Mr. Bakht." Xing Ze stood up and walked out of the room.

In the remaining time, Xing Ze used part of it to prepare lessons, even though his self in that world had read the entire textbook thoroughly before coming to school. The other part is used to memorize the students in the class.

Dongwu's class was chosen to be in a spacious classroom. About fifty students came here because of it. The noisy classroom fell silent instantly after Xing Ze walked in.

Everyone was looking at him, which made Xingze feel like he was watching. He saw Harry Potter, the three Weasley children, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom and other familiar faces.

He coughed slightly, introduced himself briefly, and was about to start class when a blond girl walking in the second row raised her leg high.

Xing Ze remembered that the girl was Lena Custer, a mixed-race wizard who came from an orphanage in the town of Bowness on the east coast of Lake Windermere.

"Uh, Custer?"

"What's the point of that course?" the blond girl asked, blinking her big eyes.

The entire class of students turned their attention to her, and Xing Ze smiled, thanking the girl for helping to attract attention.

"A very good question." Xing Ze said, "He has been asking himself what the meaning of that course is. He believes that many of us come from Muggle families.

"We have lived in the Muggle world since childhood, so we have a certain understanding of Muggle life. What's more, except for school, we spend the rest of our time in the Muggle world. Therefore, that course may not have wronged us at all. significance."

Many wizards, including Harry, raised their heads, with doubts and confusion on their faces.

Xing Ze continued: "As for the people in Chengdong, they probably know nothing about the Muggle world. We live in the wizarding world, and we may continue to live there after graduation. Do you know that the Muggle world is wrong to us?" It has no impact on your life.”

Many Slytherin students and pure-blood students voiced their approval.

"So, why did we ask for that course? Is it just a question of whether we can go to the Muggle Liaison Office in the future? Believe him, it's not a good job."

Thanks to Ye Yiyi, Xuemeng, Xiao, Zhengtai Zou Yong, and book friend 20180801184633135 for their recommendation votes