I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 381 Heresy

"If you are referring to the Merlin recorded in "History of Magic", then he is definitely not!" Owen complained crazily from the side, "He is just a shameless swindler of the century who pretends to be someone else's identity. Also, don't get close. Him, because he can also steal things!”

"Ara - are you so ruthless?" Merlin murmured pretending to be sad.

"So when do you plan to pay back my three hundred thousand gold galleons?"

"Huh? Another hundred thousand more?"

"Do you understand the interest? If you don't pay it back, it will be half a million tomorrow!" Owen said viciously.

There are few things he can tolerate least.

But stealing his money must be at the top of the list.

If it were another wizard, Owen would have stripped off all the bitter tea seeds and exchanged them for money to pay the interest, so he would not talk nonsense with him.

"So...are you really Merlin?" Bill's eyes lit up, and he could guess something based on Owen's attitude towards the young wizard in front of him.

He didn't know Owen well, but had read letters from other Weasley wizards, especially Ron. He learned that he was a lawless and powerful little wizard. In this world, he would only show respect in front of Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

And in the letter, Ron emphasized that he was an extremely money-grubbing guy and no one dared to owe him money. If you dared to do that, you would be hit like a storm.

"Well - that's right! I am Merlin." Merlin raised his head and said very proudly, "It's surprising! I didn't expect the legendary Merlin to be so handsome?"

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Owen saw the corner of Bill's mouth twitching inadvertently.

Then he hurriedly said, "Indeed, I didn't expect it."

I didn't expect it to be so out of tune! Owen complained crazily in his heart.

"By the way, where are the healers? I am the only wizard who can cure curses. Are they so negligent?" Looking around, Owen suddenly found that the corridor was empty and there was not a single healer in sight. .

"We should have gone to the ward where the Voodoo High Priest Raviu is." Bill said. He pointed to the fork in the road not far away. In this hospital that extends in all directions, this is not the only isolation area.

"That's a key care area," he said. "Ms. Wilma Lawton has never been a fan of the magical rituals of Voodoo. However, in these extraordinary times, all possible methods are beneficial. She cannot miss out on possible uses because of her prejudices. treatment methods.”

"Oh! The key care area." Owen curled his lips, "Although they are all horses and cows from the Ministry of Magic, some cows and horses are more advanced than others."

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Bill glanced at Owen. Although, he was right.

"Let's go over and take a look to see what the priest is capable of." Owen jumped over and picked up his bench, "Let's see if she is a swindler or a beast of an Outer God!"

After that, the three of them took steps towards the so-called key cattle and horse care area.

Owen took the lead and walked very quickly, while the two wizards behind him followed him like bodyguards.

That guy Bill was very reserved and glanced at Editor Mei next to him from time to time.

She looks like a pregnant girl.

After all, such a 'historical celebrity' is right in front of you, who can keep a calm mood?

Tsk—it’s good to have a good name!

He glanced at Editor Mei slightly enviously.

Merlin smiled innocently in return.

A few minutes later, the three of them arrived at a ward door.

It is indeed a care area for high-class cattle and horses, and it is different from the rooms in other places.

Here, the entire corridor is covered with carpets, the walls on both sides are covered with ancient Egyptian murals, and there is a copper name plate on the door.

There is a name written in gilt writing on it.

I think this should be the name of the person lying on the hospital bed inside.

Owen pushed the door open and entered without any intention of knocking.

The people inside are competing for business with him! It's good that he didn't kill such a competitive element directly.

Inside the door, the decoration is also luxurious.

The walls are carved with Egyptian mythological stories and symbolic patterns, including owls, cats, and crocodiles. These patterns are brightly colored and have smooth lines, giving them an ancient and mysterious feel.

The headboard of the hospital bed has exquisite carvings, which seem to be some kind of Egyptian god.

The lampshades above the head each have exquisite metal patterns, emitting soft light.

The room was very large and was obviously under a wireless stretching spell.

In addition to hospital beds, there are also a lot of furniture, toilets, baths, etc. here.

At this time, many people gathered in the room.

Most are healers wearing special robes.

They gathered around a dark-skinned woman.

A woman dressed like a peacock.

"Why are you here?" The person who spoke was the witch doctor Wilma Lawton.

She is here too.

"Let me see who dares to steal business from me."

Owen said bluntly.

When his eyes passed through the healers, he saw a middle-aged wizard.

He was stripped of his clothes.

Lying on the hospital bed with her breasts exposed.

The old witch beside him was drawing strange shapes on his body - yes, Owen could only think that it was a kind of shape, because it did not belong to any magic pattern.

He didn't feel any trace of magic power either.

The high priest seems to have been drawing this figure for a long time.

After he came in, she just finished sketching the last stroke.

She then put away the pen, which was obviously made from the bones of some kind of animal.

Take out a leaf from those gaudy drapes around your waist, as if countless rags were pieced together inch by inch.

Then she opened the wizard's mouth and poured a gray powder mixed with who-knows-what stuff into his mouth.

Finally she pulled out a weird drum and a metal bell.

When the drums and bells rang at the same time, accompanied by a strange incantation that Owen couldn't understand at all, the whole ward suddenly fell into a live broadcast of the dancing master.

Owen couldn't understand what that man was doing at all.

From what she did, there were very few traces of magic.

The level of reliability is not as good as Bill's lucky charm.

If this was really effective, he would have to take action, catch the person, cut him open and study it carefully.

Sure enough, after a few minutes of the great dancer chirping, the eldest brother on the hospital bed was still lying on the bed. With the witch doctor Wilma Lawton looking increasingly disappointed, the high priest finally stopped what he was doing.

She faced the many wizards and muttered without knowing what she said.

Then, a therapist opened his mouth and said to the three Owens, "The high priest has completed communicating with the gods. Now please turn around and avoid looking directly at the following ceremony."