The Evil God of Hogwarts

Anti-theft charm? Damn it, he should have expected it. Xing Ze stood up in frustration, and he had time to clearly see the name of the grimoire - "The Book of Ebon".

Blessings come in pairs, misfortunes never come alone. Xing Ze felt that his luck would be a bit unlucky tomorrow, because another wizard also died. Xing Ze broke the dentures in his mouth, and the poison hidden in the teeth fell out, and he knew it.

"Damn it." He pressed his swollen forehead and searched the two people's clothes. Except for a few red candies on each person, the rest were ordinary things.

He left the corpse to Blue Beak. After devouring the monster, Blue Beak became much larger and could cover Xing Ze's entire legs and arms.

Of course, that trip was not fruitless, and new questions came one after another, such as the King of the East, the mysterious dream monster, and he did not find the Undertaker's symbol in the older wizard.

Why do you want to do that? Will Mr. Xing Ze ask himself that question? He is fed up with the investigation of thousands of new questions popping up after solving one problem.

Why do you want to do that? He asked himself again, raised his wand and cast an explosion spell towards the villa. The whole house was immediately blown to pieces, followed by flames, which greedily devoured all the combustibles left behind after the explosion. things.

The firelight illuminated Xing Ze's face, he stretched out his leg, and the blue beak turned into black mud and attached to his leg, and then they disappeared in place.

…

Before the sun set, Xing Ze walked along Dafuer Street. On the way, he put a dollar into a beggar's hat in exchange for the words "Bless me in the emperor."

Then he turned onto Borough Street, stopped for a while in Tabard Park, watched a brief mime, gave the mime two dollars, and then bought the Times from a nearby newsstand. , The Guardian and The Monthly Telegraph .

The newsstand owner sold him the monthly mirror newspaper, and he assured Xing Ze that the newspaper contained everything people wanted. But Xing Ze thinks that he can't find a way to get rid of the high stack of monthly mirror newspapers.

When Xing Ze left the newspaper stop, the sun was setting and the Tower Bridge in London was lit up in the distance. He put away the newspaper and walked towards the nearest subway station.

On the subway to Charing Cross Road, he read three newspapers. The plague that broke out in Wales was contained in southern England. The government authorities issued a statement saying that the National Center for Disease Control had developed a new drug that could effectively treat it. patients in the early stages of infection.

It seems that the Magic Research Institute has finally developed a curse remover that can cure Muggles. Xing Ze thought to himself.

None of the three newspapers mentioned any new infected areas, which meant that the red fragment was likely to be left in the wizarding world.

He went from the Leaky Cauldron on Charing Cross Road to Wrong Corner Alley and then to the Essex Hotel at the end of the street.

It was a majestic tall building, somewhat similar in style to Gringotts. It was equally classical and full of style, but the difference was that the Essex Hotel was made of red bricks.

The hotel is run by the Phillips family. It has branches in both the wizarding world and the Muggle world. It is considered one of the most luxurious hotels in the wizarding world in the UK.

Xing Ze walked into the hotel and came to the front desk. A man with a mustache and a good appearance received him.

"Sir, welcome to the Essex Hotel. Is he the manager, Adian? How can I help you?"

"He wanted to eat there," Xing Ze said.

Adian showed a professional smile: "Sir, do you have an appointment?"

"No."

"Then he suggests that you go to the cafeteria on the third floor."

"What if he wants to have a drink after eating?"

“They have a bar on the second floor, you can go there.”

"Thanks."

"You're welcome, sir."

The furnishings of the hotel are similar to those of a Muggle hotel. There are elevators, chandeliers, and many electrical gadgets. Of course, most of the things are not powered by magic.

That hotel not only attracted a large number of squibs, but also attracted many wizards from pure-blood families.

Although many pure-blood families have their own manors in the wizarding world, they are happy to arrange various parties, dances, and celebration banquets at the Essex Hotel.

It is more of a symbol of status and wealth, because all services there are completed by humans, not elves.

After enslaving house elves for hundreds of years, wizards finally began to feel tired and bored, and they were willing to look for things that could better demonstrate their status.

It has become a new trend to let those squibs and wizards with no magical talents serve themselves. No, what can be more fulfilling than enslaving one's own kind?

Xing Ze had a simple dinner at the buffet restaurant. The food there was very good and the price was reasonable. It was not unacceptably expensive.

After dinner, he went to the bar. The bar was very spacious and luxurious. There was no time yet, so there was almost no one there.

There were two bartenders at the bar, one middle-aged and one young. Xing Ze walked in front of the young man.

"What do you want to ask for, sir?" the young bartender asked as he put the newspaper in front of him. Xing Ze noticed his name tag, which said Mateo on it.

"What's the cheapest thing for me?"

The bartender glanced at Xing Ze and replied with a smile: "Beer."

"Very well, let's have a drink."

Soon, a glass of cold beer was placed in front of Xing Ze. "Are you here to quench your thirst, man?" Mateo asked curiously.

Xing Ze leaned forward and replied: "No, come to satisfy your craving. Am I not British?"

"Wrong, Spaniard, how could I tell?"

"There are very few people named Mateo in Britain."

The bartender looked down at his badge, "He wanted to ask them to write his British name on the badge, but they didn't agree."

"wizard?"

"Don't be kidding, man, do I look like him?" Mateo laughed again, "He thinks I must be a wizard, right?"

"How did you get it?"

"He's always had a good eye. There's everyone there, squibs, wizards, goblins, even Muggles. But he rarely makes mistakes. He thinks that's not his talent."

Xing Ze smiled faintly. He noticed that the middle-aged bartender glanced at them from time to time.

"Then I must be familiar with the hotel."

"Of course." Mateo replied proudly, "He has been working there for almost ten years."

"Let me tell you the truth." Xing Ze leaned forward again and lowered his voice and said, "This is his first time at the Essex Hotel."

"He can see that," Mateo said. "So, what am I doing here? Business? No?"

"Oh, why don't you come and visit? He just arrived in the UK a few months ago and wanted to see the most luxurious wizard hotel." Xing Ze lied casually, "He heard that many big families would be there. I came to hold a dance party because I just wanted to...I know that a low-level person like him needs some opportunities..."

Thanks to Tian Hui, Liufeng Baili for the recommendation vote