The Evil God of Hogwarts

"He didn't think that was a good idea. John stood at the secret door leading to the Colosseum and muttered, "At least they should leave a suicide note or something. "

Xing Ze threw the clothes to him, "Before that, why don't I put on clothes first? He has had enough of admiring my sexy body."

"How is the wound? Is it infected?"

"No, it's healing." Xing Ze glanced at the scar again, "Maybe I should ask the therapist for some ointment to eliminate scars."

"Scars are not a man's romance." John put on his clothes. "He has something new to talk about with the girls in bed. Speaking of which, are they just asking for a Sweet Home prostitute? It's risky. Is it so dangerous? Maybe we can start from Sweet Home, she should have a few best friends."

"When did I become so timid?"

"He just...hell, he doesn't want to work with the Aurors."

"It's just a matter of temporary cooperation, J. They find what they need, and they find what they want."

"He can't see their sincerity." John looked at the Auror standing behind him, "Am I really going to help them find someone?"

"He just said he would give it a try." Xing Ze also looked at the Auror. He was short, thin, and had blond hair. He introduced himself as Scott. Scrimgeour sent him to assist them, or rather to supervise them.

"He really didn't think Scrimgeour would agree to let them go."

"Four Aurors have disappeared inexplicably, two of them are senior Aurors, J. The old lion is desperate. If that matter is exposed, he can take the blame and resign, or it may be worse."

"Old lion? He likes that title. That's why he let them go east and west to die. I clearly know his plan, but I can't accept it. Damn it, boy, do I never know how to give up?"

John took the contact crystal from Scott. When he was in the lounge, he thought that the young man had given in, but he was completely wrong. That damn madman was like an immortal spark, and he just needed a little firewood. It can be ignited again.

"I expected Scrimgeour to talk to them, right?"

"He guessed that he would want to talk to them, but he didn't expect that it would be because of that." Xing Ze pondered the contact crystal in his leg, "Scott, what's the use of that?"

"Just pour the magic power into it." Scott demonstrated for Xing Ze. The crystal lit up with blue light after the magic power was poured into it. "Look, that's it."

"really interesting."

"Magic changes the world," Scott said proudly.

…

The style of the Didong Colosseum imitates to a large extent the arena of ancient Rome, with an oval structure, three floors, and independent private rooms on the last floor.

There is not much difference from when Xing Ze came before, except that it is not so crowded and quiet.

The three Aurors were checking every corner of the Colosseum one by one, but the place was not very big. You could get a general view by standing on the stage and turning around.

"He doesn't understand." John took Scott's cigarette, "That damn place is just an ordinary fighting ring. He doesn't see anything special."

"People can't disappear for no reason, J, even in the magical world. There must be something they haven't noticed." Xing Ze said, he walked to the center of the performance stage, raised his head and looked at Zai, it was pitch black above him , like the night sky.

"Why is it so dark in front of you?" Xing Ze murmured.

"Maybe some atmospheric magic." Scott took over, "Many places do that, rainbows, starry skies, moonsets..."

"No, no." Xing Ze shook his head, "Then the Colosseum, people's attention should be on the performance stage, who would care about the tops of their heads. Wait, what is that?"

Xing Ze retreated to the edge of the performance stage, and John and Scott also came closer.

"Just a few scratches and claw marks from fighting animals," Scott guessed.

"Scratches and claw marks wouldn't be so regular, just those light-colored and messy ones." John denied, "He wondered...if someone did it deliberately."

Xing Ze walked slowly around the performance stage. As if he was aware of something, he jumped on the viewing stage and looked east.

It was probably very high. After watching for a while, he walked towards it again until he reached the highest point of the viewing platform.

"Jigsaw, that's a puzzle." Xing Ze shouted, "J, try moving the slate on the stage."

John took out his magic wand and followed Xing Ze's instructions and began to use magic to move the hexagonal stone slabs paved on the performance stage.

The Aurors all around looked over curiously, and Scott mistakenly set the recording crystal and reported in a low voice.

After a while, the last stone slab returned to its place. Xing Ze saw clearly that the pattern was the strange symbol he had been seeing in recent months. He guessed wrong.

A chill swept over him, and Xing Ze shivered slightly, while the faces of others showed some discomfort and disgust, and they consciously avoided the weird symbols.

But after that, nothing happened. John spread his legs towards Xing Ze: "Maybe it's a symbol?"

"Then there's no need to mess it up." Xing Ze ran to the east viewing area and stepped into the performance stage without hesitation.

"Wait, hell!" John wanted to stop him, but Xing Ze had already walked in, and immediately after, the entire stage lit up, the weird symbol emitted bursts of light, and the amount of magic around him began to surge crazily. move.

As if he had been inspired by something, Xing Ze looked up at the darkness, and symbols were projected on his face like stars.

The light stirred the darkness, forming a strange vortex of black and red. The vortex came slowly, like a leg passing through the dark curtain.

Xing Ze was attracted by the extremely beautiful sight. He slowly stretched out his legs and touched the vortex.

Before he was teleported, John and Scott also jumped into the performance stage, and with a burst of dazzling red light, the three disappeared in place.

Blood, the strong smell of blood, is very likely to hide the rotten smell behind the smell of blood, which is the unique smell of corpses.

Xing Ze pressed his forehead. He felt a little dizzy, but the pungent smell soon woke him up.

"For Merlin's sake!" John's voice rang in his ears. Xing Ze looked at him and followed his gaze.

It was a spacious basement room, no, to be precise, it should be an anatomy room. There were three corpses side by side in the room, two of which had been disembowelled, with their external organs exposed.

The other body was that of a girl. It looked like she had been subjected to inhuman torture, but judging from her slightly twitching body, she was probably very much alive.

"That's it...that's not..." Scott's voice became sharp and high-pitched, and his face slowly deformed, taking on the appearance of Tonks before.

Neither John nor Xing Ze cared about it, and Yan Dong was obsessed with that moment. John strode towards the woman, probably wanting to see if she could be saved.

Two torch-lit passages connected the underground room. Xing Ze looked at one of them, where there were several rooms with iron doors. An uneasy feeling lingered in his heart.

Thanks to Li Zangjing, book friend 20180801184633135, and Zhengtai Zou Yong for their recommendation votes