The Evil God of Hogwarts

For the next week, Xing Zean stayed at school teaching peacefully, just as Mr. R said, immersing himself in the holiday.

He followed Ben to the Black Lake for fishing on days when he had no classes, even though his fishing skills were terrible. He could sit by the lake for an entire afternoon, just staring blankly at the surface and letting the fish bite away the bait.

Xing Ze likes this kind of patiently waiting for the prey to come to him, because more often than not, he follows the prey's footsteps and keeps pursuing it.

He would sometimes play wizard chess with Professor McGonagall, losing more and winning less. Professor McGonagall's chess style was quite intrusive, and the continuous attacks would often make Xing Ze tired of dealing with them, and he would eventually lose the game.

This peaceful life ended when an owl from the Ministry of Magic delivered a letter from Kingsley. The content of the letter was simple - everything is ready.

Xing Ze put away the letter and left the school for St. Mungo's after finishing his morning classes. He remembered that John should have been transferred to the general ward on the third floor.

"You shaved." Xing Ze said when he saw John. He and another sleeping old man were the only ones in the entire large ward.

"Some people say I look more handsome this way."

"You are indeed much younger. You should have done this long ago."

John raised his middle finger towards Xing Ze, "Don't think I can't hear that you are mocking me."

Xing Ze pulled up a chair and sat down: "Don't be angry, I brought you something good." He took out a small bottle of whiskey from the ring.

“Sydney barrels,” he added, “the first batch of Chivas Regal.”

"Damn it." John took the bottle of wine as if he had found a treasure, "Where did you get this thing?"

"Dumbledore owes me a favor, and he has a lot of good wine in his wine cabinet."

“The therapist wanted me to stop drinking,” John said. “I almost succeeded.”

"I believe it."

John smiled and hid the wine under the pillow, "They will check me later, I have to wait until night to drink."

"I understand." Xing Ze looked at the old man who was snoring loudly, "You have a good roommate."

"Ah, yes." John nodded, "Old Qiao, you don't talk much. You spend most of the day sleeping. Are you so free? You actually have time to visit me."

"I was kicked out of the investigation."

"I think so." John said with an expression that I had expected. "Otherwise you must be busy chasing down clues."

"The Ministry wants a separate investigation."

"I guess it's the key hall's instructions. By the way, did they let you join?"

Xing Ze took out his copy of "The Key to the Door", and the strange symbols on the cover glowed strangely.

"Then we are colleagues, and this happy moment really deserves a drink."

"When will you be discharged from the hospital?"

"The therapist promised to release me from the hospital within a week if I could stop drinking. Unfortunately, kid, I can't investigate with you."

Xing Ze frowned, "Did you secretly drink medical alcohol, J? I should have said just now that the Ministry of Magic wanted to investigate separately. They took away all the information and kicked me out."

"I hear you. But I guess you're continuing to investigate, huh?"

Xing Ze smiled lightly and said: "Who knows, maybe I kept a copy of the information for myself before handing it over to the Ministry of Magic. Maybe when they came to confirm whether there were any remaining case information in my office, I transferred them all to Somewhere else. Maybe I was fishing with my friends in the Black Lake when they were spying on me."

"It's very Ministry of Magic style." John sat up from the hospital bed. "While making friends with you, I stabbed you with a knife at the same time."

"So, where are you going to go after you're discharged from the hospital? Are you going to continue to sleep in Knockturn Alley?"

"I don't know either, but it must not be Knockturn Alley. I was transferred back. What I will do depends on what the boss wants."

"Oh, that's good. You can finally get out of that damn place."

"I kind of miss my old life." John curled his lips, "Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Just ask."

"Did you see anything when you were fighting that monster? Well, I mean, that kind of... Hey, you know what I'm talking about."

Xing Ze remembered the voice he heard when he fainted. He nodded and said, "Of course, this is inevitable. Dream objects will corrode your mind and spirit and make you have unrealistic fantasies. I believe that those A psychotherapist should have explained it to you."

"They did say it, but...but I'm not sure, this is too damn real...I can't tell the difference at all."

"It's normal, I can't tell the difference either."

"Then how did you survive? I heard you passed all the tests in just one day, which is even more amazing than Merlin coming. Damn, they've been testing me here for almost a week."

"I've seen him a lot, so you won't be surprised." Xing Ze replied, looking behind John.

"Have you seen too much?" John raised his eyebrows, "Oh no, what did you do before?"

Xing Ze withdrew his eyes, remained silent for a moment and said, "Detective, a third-rate kind."

"Detective? What is that?"

"It's like a bounty hunter in the wizarding world." Xing Ze explained, "If someone else offers you a job, you can take it if it suits you."

"Is that... a Muggle occupation?"

"right."

"But you are a wizard."

"So what?" Xing Ze shrugged. "We're cracking down hard there, and wizards have a hard time, but people have to live, right?"

"Well, this is new."

"Actually, I did a pretty good job. I should say I was born to do this." Xing Ze was immersed in past memories, "But customers never gave me a high evaluation, which made me very depressed. I still remember the first job was a lady who asked me to catch a mistress. Her husband cheated on her with a secretary. It's very common, isn't it?"

John nodded, "This kind of thing happens every day in the Ministry of Magic."

"That's right, so I caught them without much effort, on the bed in the hotel, but the man was so angry that he wanted to attack me. He was really strong and you could see that he exercised regularly, but he picked the wrong opponent.

"I broke his nose, and his handsome face was probably greatly reduced. Then, the fucking thing happened. The lady, the original wife, thought I hurt her husband. Not only did she not pay me, she also threatened to sue me.

"But I was acting in self-defense. It was the man who started it. I wanted to ask the union to come forward and argue with her, but I remembered that there is no fucking union in this line of work, so I could only watch the three of them get in the car and go to the hospital together."

John frowned, "You should have used magic."

"Oh, come on." Xing Ze smiled bitterly, "No one dared to use magic at that time."