The Evil God of Hogwarts

After he finished breathing and regained his breath, Xing Ze continued to press: "Tell him, what did Mateo say to him when he wanted to sue for peace?"

"I...I am not a devil." Alger cursed feebly.

"I'm not a snitch, Judas." Xing Ze said sarcastically, "Come on, Alger, tell me, so he doesn't promote me again."

"He...he does, indeed know something. But...but he needs...promise, he needs my promise not to kill him."

"That's of course, after all, he's not really a demon, right, Alger." Xing Ze tried his best to show a friendly smile.

"There were two Aurors. Two Aurors came to the hotel. They booked a room and stayed there for half a month."

"Auror?"

"That's right." Alger nodded.

Xing Ze took out the "Key to the Door" and found the portraits of the two missing Aurors, "Those two?"

"No...that's right, ahem, just deny them."

"How can I tell if they are Aurors?"

Alger's face twitched, "They wear top hats and suits, even on such a hot day..."

"He's obviously crazy."

I want the Aurors to take off their formal clothes and dress up like a tramp to sneak into the bottom of the investigation. That's worse than trying to put a sow in a tree.

Compared with the Muggle world, the magical world is rigid and conservative, and it is difficult for most people who grew up in that country to get rid of the arrogance and self-esteem engraved in their bones in a short period of time.

"I said they booked a room?"

"No, they rented a medium-priced room for a month."

"Waxyoulian wants me to spy on them?"

"No, he sent someone else, but they occasionally talked about things when they came to drink. They seemed to be investigating the Oil Gang. But he didn't hear much. They... they liked to go to Mateo, and he Don’t know why?”

Is that because my acting skills are poor, just like now. Xing Ze stretched out his leg and gave Alger a slap in the face, "Do I regard him as a sex idiot, huh? Mateo is dead. Although he can't find the murderer, he knows if I reported the secret, and then I told him about Ma Theo knows better, damn it.”

Alger took a deep breath and cried pitifully: "No I...No I asked him what Mateo wanted to tell me."

"What?!" Xing Ze was stunned for a second, "I have to say, Alger, I just showed him how stupid a person can be."

He punched the bartender in the abdomen again, and then said in a deep voice: "Bu Nao. He didn't think I would be that stupid. Is it wrong that I was stalling for time? Who will come to save me? The Oil Gang? The Undertaker? Ah. ——Alger, he doesn’t like people who are trying to be clever..."

"Wait for the east, wait for the east, very, very much," Alger shouted, "There is a woman with black hair and a red face. She has been to the rooms of the two Aurors."

Black-haired red woman? Xing Ze frowned. Well, is that mysterious woman also an Auror?

"That information is worthless. There are so many black-haired and red women in the entire wizarding world."

Alger thought quickly and said: "There is a woman named Naya, not Nadi. In short, she is a new sweetheart with a waxy face. She is at Sweet Home. That night, something happened to her. Something happened, he saw..."

Blood mist exploded in front of Xing Ze's eyes. Before a gunshot rang out, he protected himself in armor as quickly as possible, but the bullet penetrated the magic and hit Xing Ze's right shoulder. A hole.

"Grass!" Xing Ze roared, and then the force of the shot rolled into the woods behind him. At the next moment, the bullet flew over his head and hit a maple tree in the distance.

He chose a strong cypress tree as cover. After taking a breath, he looked at his right shoulder. Blood continued to pour out of the wound. The collarbone and shoulder blade were broken, and the entire right shoulder was already useless.

Xing Ze reluctantly took out the healing potion from the ring, picked up a branch from the ground and bit it in his mouth, then poured the healing potion on the wound. The branch rattled when he bit it, and the severe pain shook his body. Twitching involuntarily. No matter how powerful St. Mungo's healing potion is, it is a bit reluctant to face a wound of that level. Xing Ze took out gauze to block the wound. Fortunately, Blue Beak recovered his wand.

The concealment spell and armor protection didn't work. The wrong party was obviously prepared. Why didn't they kill him in the alley instead of there?

His brain was spinning rapidly, and he gave up all the protection spells and cast a fog spell instead.

When the fog became thicker, he stood up and followed Blue Beak out of the woods. The pain from the wound made him unable to concentrate on using Apparition.

So, after finding the road, he quickly drew a symbol with his wand, and a second east, a double-decker bus was in front of him like the wind.

Xing Ze quickly got on the bus and told the conductor that he wanted to go to St. Mungo's. The conductor was a lean guy. He took the money and threw a ticket to Xing Ze.

"Is there anyone after me?" he asked. "Man, I look bad."

"What a fucking day." Xing Ze smiled bitterly. The stinging wounds caused by the rickety bus almost made him dizzy. Fortunately, the Knight Bus was fast enough and St. Mungo's arrived quickly.

Xing Ze was glad that he had a clear mind and the conductor didn't ask too many questions. He got out of the car and stumbled towards the closed Qingzhen Department Store.

The person who treated him was the night shift therapist of the Equipment Accident Department, a middle-aged man who was almost completely bald. Mrs. Bailey at the information desk in the waiting room called him Mr. Weber.

“He is very curious, Mr.

"A gun, to be precise, a sniper rifle." Xing Ze gritted his teeth and replied. The anesthetic took effect and the pain was relieved a lot.

He could have aimed for his head, but he didn't, why? Xing Ze asked himself.

"Gun?" Weber raised his head and glanced at Xing Ze doubtfully, "That's interesting. Muggle weapons can hardly penetrate magic."

After saying that, he temporarily stopped what he was doing, stood up, walked to the medical equipment cabinet, and took out a small box.

"Dr. Weber? Oh, he should call me..."

"It doesn't matter." Weber waved his legs, "Whether it's a doctor or a therapist, it's just the same name. Many Muggles and half-blood wizards who come for treatment will also call them doctors, so don't mind."

"Okay, what's in my leg?"

The doctor opened the box and found some black powder inside, "a test powder."

"To test what?"

Weber did not answer, but picked up some powder and applied it to the wound. A slight burning sensation came, and Xing Ze couldn't help but frown. He looked at his wound, and the black powder sizzled.

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