The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

Stan, who lives with him, is already snoring.

Edkin lay on the bed tossing and turning, pondering over the information he had received in his heart. He faintly felt an invisible vortex of conspiracy shrouding the resting place of this bleak rainy season.

Everyone in the inn has their own thoughts. Before the mysterious man named Linde arrived, there was already a conspiracy fermenting in a heavy rain. It's just that at that time, people were just indifferent and didn't panic.

Until the death of the first Cyre wizard - the shadow of the devil strikes.

Why did the devil haunt Linde? To get his soul, to work a sacrilegious trick through him, or to snatch the silver scepter?

The goal of the red-robed wizards is very clear, which is for the silver scepter. Whatever the scepter's purpose, it must be important, or it wouldn't attract the rulers of Cyre.

There is also the female elf who is also concerned about the whereabouts of the scepter.

It is faintly the center of the vortex.

Such an important thing was handed over to a halfling cook.

Edkin didn't understand Linde's actions. If it was him, he would have hidden with the scepter, or hidden it in a place where no one could find it. Tao Na is curious and ignorant, and getting the scepter will lead to disaster instead.

Besides, he still didn't figure out how the red-robed wizard died. Lind said it was suicide, but was it voluntary? The devil is always good at deceiving people. Maybe it is bewitching itself now.

"Oh. Damn it..." He sighed unconsciously. The rain outside the window was still dripping.

He felt someone was lying, but wasn't sure who.

Only corpses don't lie. Through a 3-ring [Dead Conversation], the corpse can speak and answer five questions.

The red wizards were gathered in the room, their companions lying on the floor. The undead are also mortal, even the strongest lich will perish if the soul box is broken. In the eyes of the necromancers, death is both terrifying and fascinating. They obtained the secret of immortality by escaping from death.

"He has betrayed Sarzastan's trust, but we will learn the secret of his life."

A stick of magic incense was lit, the spell was chanted, and the red-robed wizard pinched his posture to pull the power of the magic net.

The deceased suddenly opened his eyes and let out a long sigh.

"Only five sentences." The red-robed wizard looked around his companions, "Don't speak in a questioning tone, remember."

"We understand."

"How did you die?"

The deceased thought for a while, and said, "I got the scepter, and I want to cast a spell to escape... There must be something wrong with the spell, and I can't teleport away. I feel the tattoos on my body are burning. me."

The Cyres looked at each other.

"When did you get the scepter?"

"After the warlock returned to the room, I created a high-level illusion to confuse you. After becoming invisible, I found the halfling alone and asked her for the scepter, and she gave it to me."

"Where did you hide the scepter?"

"On my body."

The red-robed wizard stripped his companions clean, except for the spell-casting material bag, dagger, magic weapon, and dry food bag, there was only a small fork on his body.

"This idiot, he was deceived." "It seems that he was indeed bewitched by the devil... The evil existence of the Nine Prisons has his eyes on this artifact." "What should we do?"

When the dead man heard the question, he answered automatically: "Take the artifact and leave here. Flee to a place where Sarzastan can't find it."

"Shut up." "That's enough to know."

"One last question, why are you acting alone?"

"I want to get out of the control of Sazastan. He is a cruel tyrant. With the artifact, you can get powerful magic, and you don't have to be driven by the lich." After saying this, the deceased lay back peacefully.

There was a brief silence in the room, and everyone's eyes seemed to be meaningful.

They tacitly did not mention Sarzastan, as if they were still loyal to the old lich.

"If he did get the artifact. Then it is most likely that someone took it away. The two bards. Or the druids, are all suspects."

"When do we do it?"

"...be early. Before the final battle between the magician and the devil, otherwise we will live up to Sazastan's expectations."

The Cyril lowered his head, shivering silently.

The doors and windows of the room were closed tightly, all sounds were blocked by the barrier, and people in the corridor could not hear the conversations in the room.

In the middle of the night, the dwarf uncle and nephew tiptoed out of the room with their short legs. The fine iron armor on their bodies made a rustling sound. Thanks to the endless rain, the clanging of the armor was blocked, and there was no movement .

Ballenda Horn tightened the straps of the backpack and asked in a low voice, "Uncle, can we go out? The devil is watching us."

"You really believe that man's story? The devil is just a lie. They're a bunch of liars conspiring to get our—(lowers his voice) diamonds."

Joyn Horn passed by Linde's room, gave a soft pooh, and continued to move forward. Passing by the Cyril's room, he saw a mouse hovering outside the door, his face twitched uncontrollably, as if recalling a sad event, speeding up. step.

"There are mice here," Barenda whispered.

"Which inn doesn't have rats? You... Barenda, you have to keep your focus. Your father's position is below you. One day, you will be responsible for everything in the Horn Clan."

"I know, Uncle, I just thought of the mine, and the little mouse will accompany us." Barenda frowned. Working in the mine cannot guarantee that he will not encounter the poisonous gas underground. The mouse is a living tool used by the miners to test the air quality .

"Don't think about the mine anymore. We will not go back, and the people there will not come out. When the warriors of the clan come to join us, we will return to our hometown immediately. We have stayed here for too long, and the greedy flies are about to be unable to hold back gone."

Barenda pursed her lips and said nothing, reached behind her back, and touched the hard, huge stone through the wrapped fabric.

He put his hands in front of his eyes and thought he saw the blood of his father and the clan's miners. The corpse buried under the collapsed mine seemed to be staring at him faintly in the darkness.

The two uncles and nephews walked down the stairs quietly. The wooden boards of a certain step were aging, and there was a harsh creaking sound after stepping on them.

They all froze for a while, listening carefully to the movement around them, and found that they didn't seem to attract the attention of others, so they continued to walk down.

The hall was pitch black, like a monster's stomach. The dwarf uncle and nephew walked slowly into the kitchen.

"There's only a little bread and raw potatoes here. The food is in the cellar."

"Go down and get it, Ballenda, you know I can't get under the ground, I'd be trembling."

"Of course. All right." Barenda sighed.

He went into the cellar and was pleasantly surprised by the inventory here, "That Jamal lied, there is plenty of food here, he just took the opportunity to increase the price, profiteers should be stoned to death."

Barenda excitedly stuffed food into her backpack, unaware of the danger approaching.

A gleaming dagger came around from behind and pressed against the dwarf's throat, which was the unprotected part of the armor.

"Quiet." A hoarse voice sounded, "My dagger is poisoned."

"...Who are you? What is your purpose?"

"Let that short man outside come in." The hoarse voice trembled slightly.

"He won't come down, he is afraid of the closed environment. If you have anything, just tell me."

"No, if you don't call him down, I'll cut off your ear." The dagger shook slightly, and Barenda suddenly jumped up, raised his hand to grab his wrist, and fell over his shoulder, knocking the attacker over. land.

The sound of fighting caught Joe Yin's attention, and he asked in a low voice at the entrance of the cellar, "What happened?"

"A thief attacked me. It's all right, Uncle."

"Fix it quickly. We have to go right away."

"Got it, uncle."

Qiao Yin subdued the masked man, reached out and took off his mask, and saw a young man with a flustered expression.

"You can't kill me. Once I shout out and wake everyone up, you won't be able to leave."

"It's you! Why did you attack me?"

"Because, because you are rich, you have a diamond." The young man cried and begged, "I didn't want to come, the devil bewitched me, let me go, I know I was wrong."

Barenda hesitated.

A crossbow bolt pierced the young man's throat.

Joyne came down with a lantern and a hand crossbow. "Barenda, your father will be disappointed to see you. What should we do about thieves?"

"Severe punishment... Uncle, why did you come down? Aren't you the most afraid of this kind of place?"

"If I don't come down, you're going to screw up again. I can bear it, as long as I don't think about your father's face."

Joyne drew the crossbow bolt, thrust the dagger into the throat wound, and placed the young man's hands on the dagger, writhing like a live fish while still alive.

Barenda looked away reluctantly.

"Okay, now he's just a fool who was bewitched by the devil to commit suicide. Even if other people guessed, we would have already left. Damn the weather... we have to wait for someone in another place, why not go to Dagger Beach." Joe With a smug smile, he pulled Barenda away.

The young man twitched on the ground, and the blood spurted from his throat flowed to the ground, flowing in the darkness like a living snake, condensing into evil and terrifying sacrificial runes.

The air was shaking, and the sulfurous smell of purgatory loomed. The young man's desperate face gradually calmed down, and then he showed a cold and enchanted smile, exactly the same as the dead red-robed wizard.