The Evil God of Hogwarts

"Who? Harry what?" the conductor asked doubtfully.

"Haven't we heard of it? Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived."

Hearing that, Benson touched the Dongba thoughtfully, and the conductor walked to the desk and turned over the passenger list.

Taking advantage of that gap, Xing Ze pulled out the stopper of the jar, and the pungent smell of liquid sulfate suddenly hit his face.

"What the hell!?" Xing Ze cursed in a low voice, holding back his nausea and looking at Dong carefully.

The little liquid left in the jar had an unpleasant smell of overcooked cabbage. The smell of bunao was familiar to Xing Ze. He was sure he had smelled it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

"Potter, Harry Potter, James and Lily's child!" The train conductor's voice interrupted Xing Ze's thoughts.

Benson's face turned gloomy again, and he reluctantly guessed: "If that's not the case, then it's all the work of the corpse eaters."

Then, he turned to Xing Ze and said, "Well done, Xing Ze, I seem to have found the key point."

Is that a compliment? Xing Ze looked at Benson's gloomy face and didn't feel the joy of being wrong at all.

He didn't expect to be praised, either. His guess was completely based on knowing the plot of the original work. In fact, it couldn't stand up to scrutiny at all.

The most favorable evidence is that Harry Potter is alive. If the corpse eater's initial target was Harry, he would have killed a corpse by now.

"Which car is he in, Balk?" Benson asked the conductor.

"Compartment 2-F." Xing Ze answered the question for the train conductor.

Benson picked up his leg stick and stood up from his seat. He motioned to Xing Ze and said, "Come on, Xing Ze, let them visit Dong, the boy who survived the catastrophe." "

There wouldn't be many clues on Harry's side. Xing Ze left in a hurry because he wanted to study what was in the small jar. The pungent smell began to become more and more familiar, and he almost remembered it.

Not far out of the conductor's room, Benson stopped and stretched out his leg towards Xing Ze. This move made Xing Ze confused.

"Don't act stupid, Xing Ze, he saw me unlock the mechanism of the jar and let him see if there is anything inside."

That damn old man! Xing Ze cursed fiercely in his heart. He originally thought that Benson didn't know that he had stolen the jar. The old man Yong Wanxu had discovered that he had stolen the jar from the beginning, so Bu Naoche was just taking advantage of his plan.

"A person as sharp as me must not have many friends." Xing Ze took out the jar from his briefcase and handed it over.

Benson took it carefully and sneered: "Yes, they all died in the First Wizarding War. I must have been taught the magical history of Hogwarts."

Xing Ze didn't shut up, so he nodded.

"Don't believe too much in what Hogwarts teaches us. The real war is far more cruel than what is written in the books, and the Order of the Phoenix is ​​not the one who bleeds."

Benson spoke calmly, but his slightly trembling legs when he pulled out the plug betrayed him.

He put the jar to his nose and smelled it, frowned and said, "Polyjuice Potion, it seems that their deceased gentleman has another identity."

Polyjuice Potion? If Xing Ze remembers correctly, that thing can change a person's appearance. Hermione has prepared the potion many times in the novel.

Are things really getting weirder and weirder? Can't we just follow the original plot and go to Hogwarts with peace of mind before things go astray again?

Xing Ze felt a headache and weakness. The development of the story was like a derailed train, never to return. As for whether it ran to the abyss of hell or the dazzling heaven, it depends on whether they can solve the murder mystery.

"Go check on the boy first, then they go back to compartment 4-A..."

"Wait, did I hear that?" Xing Ze frowned and listened. Amidst the roar of the blizzard, he vaguely heard several screams.

Immediately, Ye Chang's aversion to cold hit the soles of his feet and reached the top of Xing Ze's head. He found that his hair stood on end and his heartbeat was beating fast like a galloping horse on the grassland. Nameless fear enveloped his whole body, causing him to break out in cold sweat.

"What am I talking about?" Benson looked at Xing Ze in confusion. He noticed the good side of the wrong party, "Am I good, Xing Ze?"

The fear and coldness disappeared in an instant. Xing Ze pressed his forehead and said in a deep voice: "I didn't hear you? Okay, it's nothing. He remembered that smell. Cecil, that mechanic, he also had that smell. smell."

Benson was still puzzled, "Does he think I should speak more clearly?"

"He said," Xing Ze said word for word, "Cecil also smells like Polyjuice Potion."

Benson's expression changed and he asked urgently: "Am I sure? Don't play tricks with him, Xing Ze, I know the rules."

"Fuck my damn rules." Xing Ze cursed, turned around and walked towards the front of the car.

"Hey, stop, kid!" Benson called helplessly, then quickly followed.

…

The temperature at the front of the train is much higher than that in other carriages. Is that because of the heat generated by the operation of various exquisite magic instruments and devices?

When the two arrived, they happened to bump into the shovel. The rough-looking and muscular mechanic was checking the train's thermostatic magic device.

"Shovel, where is Cecil?" Benson asked eagerly.

Xing Ze originally didn't have much hope for Benson. He just thought that the wrong side wouldn't make things too difficult for him. To his surprise, the old man seemed willing to believe him.

Shovel raised his head and replied: "He asked him to check the power module. What happened?"

"Hold the door, shovel, don't let anyone in, don't let anyone out..."

Before Benson could finish his instructions, Xing Ze rushed in, and a bad premonition arose in his heart.

"Hey kid, I can't go in there!"

With a sound of "Bang!", the door of the module room was kicked open, and Cecil's face was not much surprised.

He grinned and pointed the wand in his leg at the power module, "Stand there and don't move, sir, he knows it, he knows it, and I will find it."

Xing Ze frowned and tried his best to persuade in a calm tone: "Fang Dong Wand, Cecil, if he wants to talk to me."

"Stop talking nonsense, I know what will happen when you come to the east." Cecil tapped the power module with his wand, "I know, that thing is the crystallization of the International Magic Research Association, isn't it beautiful? "

Xing Ze glanced at the power module. Its appearance resembled a complex large steam engine. The head was covered with colorful magic liquid measuring tanks. Those liquids could be measured along the pipes and sent into the core of the machine to drive the entire train. .

"Hey, those idiots in the research association have never thought of putting in place more complicated protective measures for it." Cecil took out the cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette from it and lit it, "He just asked for a solution. Open the shield, then apply some external force, bang——"

Shovel and Benson who arrived were equally shocked. Shovel roared: "What am I doing! Colm, am I crazy? I will blow up the whole train!"

"Hahahaha, shut up, Dong et al. Otherwise, what would I think he was doing?" Cecil scolded back fiercely.