The Evil God of Hogwarts

"What day is tomorrow, J?" Xing Ze suddenly asked.

"Uh, Saturday. Why do you ask?"

"There are too few people." Xing Ze murmured to himself, "It shouldn't be that few."

"What am I talking about, kid?" John looked at his nervous companion in confusion.

"Stop those cars." Xing Ze waved his wand to cancel the Eagle Eye spell, and then disappeared.

"Fuck." John cursed, and just as he was begging to follow, there was a sudden sound of wind behind him.

Xing Ze appeared directly in front of the convoy. The tires made a sharp and harsh sound as they rubbed against the ground. The leading truck stopped a few steps away from him.

The driver jumped out of the car swearing and was about to get angry, but Xing Ze pushed him aside.

"Get out of here!" Xing Ze said coldly, striding toward the rear compartment.

The moment the carriage door opened, the entire truck suddenly exploded, and the shock wave and heat wave blasted him out.

Qiu Bubu bought a stand-in doll at an antique store before. He should have been on his way to hell at that time.

The wrong party probably didn't think that a car could kill him, so the second truck rushed towards Xing Ze without asking for his life.

Fell into a trap. Xing Ze shouted. He leaned forward, quickly took out a piece of black iron from the ring and held it in his leg. At the next moment, the blue beak turned into a circular shield and enveloped him.

The second truck arrived as scheduled. Before the explosion, Blue Beak had just completed its transformation. Xing Ze was lucky enough to see the driver. His enthusiastic face was full of joy, and he did not face the fear of death at all.

The most difficult people to make mistakes are fanatics, Xing Ze sighed in his heart. Despite the excellent hardness of black iron, the impact of the explosion could not help but lift Lan Beak and Xing Ze into the air.

At the critical moment of life and death, Xing Ze did not panic. On the contrary, he was calm and his brain was running rapidly. Blue Beak completed the transformation in the air according to his instructions. One end of it turned into a hook and anchor and slammed into the road, while the other end pulled Xing Ze.

That gave him a short period of time in the air, and he completed the magic as quickly as he could. Andros missiles were fired at the three trucks at the back. The first two missiles hit truck No. 3 and No. 4 respectively, and explosions were heard one after another.

But the first missile was blocked from the east, and a rickety figure appeared on top of the truck. He waved his wand, and Xing Ze noticed that the surrounding flames began to gather towards him quickly.

His intuition told him that something more terrifying than the previous explosion was coming, so Xing Ze cast all the defensive spells he knew on his body.

Before landing, three defensive spells had been completed. Then the flames roared in, and the remains of the trucks in front were turned into molten iron by the high temperature. The asphalt on the road quickly dissolved, and then flew into the flames.

The outermost layer of armor broke instantly, and the second layer's impregnability didn't last long.

Xing Ze continuously instilled magic power into the last layer of protection, hoping that it could block Dong Na's life-seeking flames.

The heat waves came one after another, and the impact slowly pushed him back. The blue beak turned into thorns and dug into the ground, then the second thorn, then the third, until the fifth thorn. After stabbing him, Xing Ze's body froze.

Fortunately, the flames began to weaken. Finally, the aftermath of the heat wave was blocked by Blue Beak, and Xing Ze's hair in front was burned off.

Xing Ze opened his legs, and the second piece of black iron withered like a broken flower. The wizard who was in the truck disappeared, but the car was driving towards him.

Suddenly, the road arched, and the speeding truck was bounced into the air, and then suddenly fell to the east, like a funny clown on stage, but the curtain call was too violent.

Xing Ze raised his legs to block his eyes so that the debris caused by the explosion would not hurt his eyes.

"Did I really come in time?" He complained to John, "If it's any later, I might have to collect his ashes."

"Tōji, just say thank you." John quickly performed a restoration to minimize the impact of the explosion. As for the Muggle police and firefighters who came after hearing the news, they could rely on the Ministry of Magic to handle it.

"What delayed me?" Xing Ze touched the burnt hair on his front. He felt that he must look very embarrassed now.

"A werewolf wizard, very powerful, in half-animal state, unable to identify his appearance."

"Ran?"

John sighed and said: "He said he is very powerful, and whether he can be attacked by a sneak attack."

"Is that a trap?" Xing Ze frowned.

"Thank you for reminding me. If I could have discovered it earlier, Dongci, he would be grateful."

"But don't deny it to them."

"Huh?" John stopped casting the spell, "Don't you give it to them?"

"What a coincidence." Xing Ze said calmly, "It was obviously a well-planned ambush, and they just happened to bump into it. It was a bit bad luck."

"What?" John looked helpless. The lunatic was simply unreasonable. "I was almost killed by a Muggle car, and he was almost disemboweled by a werewolf wizard. I call that bad luck..."

Before he finished speaking, John pointed his wand to the woods on the other side, and Xing Ze did the same.

A black-haired red woman slowly walked out of the woods. A trace of surprise flashed across Xing Ze's face, but he held the wand in his leg tighter.

"You two, he advised us not to let go of the wand." The woman said with a smile.

"Miss, can you do it right now?" A joking smile appeared on John's face.

At that moment, three men appeared out of thin air and semi-surrounded Xing Ze and John.

At that time, the woman said again: "Is it wrong now?"

John raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said confidently and provocatively: "Does he like that winning rate?"

But Xing Ze had no intention of resisting. His magic power was now exhausted and his whole body was sore. What's more, judging from the clothes of the three men, it was very likely that they were not Aurors.

"He surrendered, they did not deny the enemy." He raised his legs and said.

"Hey, boy, I'll make him lose face." John cast a complaining look at Xing Ze.

"Shut up, redhead, look what we have done!" shouted the taller of the three men. "Joseph, Fitch, notify the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters. As for the two of us, follow him."

Xing Ze and John were taken to the basement of a fast food restaurant near Nottingham. In addition to their old acquaintance Kingsley, there was Rufus Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror Office.

Scrimgeour walked in the middle of the basement, his lips pursed, his eyes fixed on the crystal ball in front of him.

"It won't be long, John." He said, his voice low and powerful, like a lion's roar.

"Scrimgeour, ah, they haven't seen each other for almost seven or eight years." John casually leaned against a cabinet, "I look a lot older."

Scrimgeour's eyes moved from the crystal ball to John, "I am getting younger as I live. It seems that my confinement in Knockturn Alley is very comfortable."

John grinned and stretched his legs into his arms, but Delis and Kingsley were aiming their wands at him incorrectly.

"For Merlin's sake." John slowly took out the wine bottle, "We are too sensitive. We have confiscated his wand. What can we do?"

"It's best to be careful. Who doesn't know the name of John of Thousand Rods?" Kingsley said warily.

John of Thousand Rods? Xing Ze glanced at John. The latter took a sip of wine, shrugged and said, "It's over now, Shacklebolt."

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