The Evil God of Hogwarts

"Ah - that explains it. Doctor Weber suddenly understood.

"Explain what?"

‘The bullet penetrated my magic robe, sir. Although my robe is not a high-end product, it should have a magic protection charm. Generally speaking, Muggle weapons rarely inflict that serious damage. "

"so?"

Weber put away the box and continued the treatment, "Xuan bullet, sir, the bullet that was shot at me was soaked in holy water and contained the ashes of a saint." Those things can affect the structure of magic, thereby destroying magic. "

"No church's exorcism bullets." Xing Ze's frown deepened.

Why is the church seeking to kill him? Xing Ze was puzzled. Bishop Andrew lied to him? Anti-errorists outside the church?

"He has no idea," Webber said. "The church and them formed an alliance after the First World War. Except for dark wizards, they rarely pursue wizards so blatantly. Do I deny dark wizards, sir?"

"Of course not, I saw his work ID." Xing Ze curled his lips.

"He doesn't even think about it. If necessary, he has to report the matter to the Ministry of Magic. He doesn't want to be shot by a fanatical believer when he returns home."

A few minutes later, Weber completed the treatment, and Xing Ze's right shoulder was repaired. Except for a lot of soreness, it was no different from before. ‘6’ ‘9’ ‘s’ ‘h’ ‘u’ ‘x’ ‘.’ ‘c’ ‘o’ ‘m’

Healing magic is one of the most profound magics. In addition to good potions, herbalism and charms, it also requires proficiency in Latin and even runes.

Because most medical spells are written in Latin, while advanced spells are written in runes. And even if I could graduate from Hogwarts with straight A's, I would still have to undergo rigorous training at St. Mungo's Hospital for several years.

"Am I sure I don't need him to report to the Ministry of Magic?" Before Xing Ze left, Weber asked again.

"No." Xing Ze shook his head, "He won't have another chance."

…

Xing Ze returned to his dormitory at three o'clock in the morning. He saw a document stuffed under the door, denying the information on the Avery family that Cedric had obtained.

He let out a long breath, opened the door and walked in. The bed was calling him, but Xing Ze knew that he might not be able to fall into its arms tomorrow morning.

Early the next morning, Xing Ze was awakened by a rhythmic knock on the door. He suddenly woke up from his desk and looked around blankly. He only regained consciousness when his eyes fell on the messy information on the desk.

The knock on the door rang again, Xing Ze patted his face, got up and went to open the door.

"Whoa, did I have a nightmare, Mr. Unsung Hero?" Henry Bachat asked with his characteristic melancholy voice.

"Maybe, he thought he might have taken a nap.

Bakht walked into the house and immediately saw the messy desk: "It looks like it will be a long night."

"It's so long that I can't imagine." Xing Ze walked to the sofa exhausted, "Water and tea are by the fireplace. If I need it, please help yourself."

"He drank it during breakfast. If you don't mind, I can share with him what happened last night."

"Looking for material for my book, Mr. Bakht?"

"Well - he didn't seem to have mentioned to me that he was writing a book."

"Ben told him."

"Oh, Ben." Bakht showed a charming smile, "Of course, of course, he should have mentioned it to him, um - have you?"

Xing Ze tapped his forehead with his leg fingers, and the pain in his right shoulder was greatly relieved. Weber's medicine was very effective, but they seemed to have no effect on the headache.

"What on earth am I here for? Mr. Bakht, are you just here to chat?"

"Of course not." Bakht leaned against the fireplace. "He brought me some good news, which may relieve my headache."

"go on."

"He tested the red candies I gave him. It's very interesting. In addition to the basic hallucinogenic herbs, datura, fly fungus, marijuana, and bala bala." Bakht shook his head, "He didn't go into detail one by one. After all, that’s not the point. The point is that it contains human tissue.”

"Human body what?"

"Well - I can simply understand it as human flesh, or human external organs."

"What?" Xing Ze came to his senses almost instantly. He straightened up, "Why do they want to add something like that to hallucinogens to increase the taste?"

"There's a theory, sir. They say that cannibalism is not in human genes, otherwise it would make the cannibal lose his mind. Of course, those hallucinogenic herbs will do the same, but cannibalism, well, that's faster. ”

Xing Ze stood up and guessed uncertainly: "Did I say that those drug criminals want to make people go crazy? Why? If everyone is sent to a mental hospital, then who will support their cause?"

"Then that's my problem." Bakht left the fireplace, "He completed my commission, Mr. Unsung Hero, when will I complete mine?"

"Give him a little more time, Bakht. He needs to complete some things. If he is lucky, he will probably be able to solve it tomorrow. By then..."

"Wait a minute." Bakht stretched out his leg to stop Xing Ze, "Doesn't he mind waiting a few more days? I should give him some reward. Tell him, sir, what's bothering me?"

Xing Ze sighed. He really didn't want to talk about the past if he had to, but the wrong party was so sincere that it took only one day to test the red candies. The efficiency was enough to make the lazy guys at the Magic Research Association commit suicide in shame.

He thought for a long time, and finally replied as if he had compromised: "No, a girl."

"Ah~ it's always about women, isn't it? A hero always has a woman by his side." There was a hint of horror in Bakht's smile, "Isn't it my wife?"

"Let the story remain suspenseful, Bakht. Well, he needs to take a shower and have a busy day tomorrow."

"He likes suspense, but he doesn't like the absence of the original story." Bakht took out a bottle of bright red potion from his pocket, "He prepared a little gift for me, which can help me restore some energy. So I wish me a happy life day.”

Xing Ze glanced at the potion and was about to say thank you. Bakht had already opened the door and walked out. He walked briskly and didn't even make a sound.

Before heading to Knockturn Alley, Xing Ze took a moment to clean himself up, and then forced himself to eat some food. He didn't feel hungry, but he knew that the wound healing needs were considerable.

After finishing the meal, he drank the bottle of red potion with suspicion. After the potion slid down his throat, it began to burn. They had dissipated in the stomach and then were sent to Xing Ze's body along the blood vessels.

The fatigue of staying up late and the weakness of the injury disappeared in an instant. Xing Ze felt that he was full of energy. He could even run several laps around Hogwarts.

While his energy was still lingering, Xing Ze went back to his dormitory to sort out the last bit of information, and then headed towards Swamp's office with his notes and everything he needed. He had to verify something before he could connect the clues together.