The Evil God of Hogwarts

Xing Ze stretched his legs so that the cold toes of his shoes could be as close to the fire as possible, and the bright orange flames greedily licked the dry wood.

"It's getting colder and colder." He complained, huddled on the sofa and stared at the fire in trance.

Benson's notes are encrypted with a unique symbol. This is an encryption method invented by him and Edwin's grandfather, which is often used in their correspondence.

After experiencing the battle in the Severn Valley, he was first sent to St. Mungo's for treatment, and later transferred to the International Academy of Magic to study.

With his own strong will, or hatred and unwillingness, and with the help of Edwin's grandfather, Benson successfully got rid of the pollution of the dream.

Then they became friends, or to be precise, a cooperative relationship. Benson provided Edwin's grandfather with information and information about dreams, and the latter screened and researched them.

In order to prevent the information from being leaked, the two invented this special encryption. Only those who have the comparison copy can decipher the contents of the notes.

Obviously, Xing Ze was once again regarded as a sword, a bright and shining sword. He has the key to the door, but what is really important is not the key, but the notes and the comparison copy left by Edwin's grandfather.

So Xing Ze struck a deal with two temporary teammates, who would transcribe the notes—one piece at a time, once a week—and take them away to decipher them. In this way, even if one of them is caught, they won't lose much.

The black cat by the fire stretched, and Xing Ze retracted his feet. justice? He laughed inwardly. Is this what is called justice?

But no matter what, even if Benson didn't drag him into these bad things, they would come to him on their own.

The black cat jumped onto his lap.

"As long as you're here, I can't help but worry about these things. Right, old man?" Xing Ze reached out and scratched the black cat's head, and the latter made a pleasant rumble sound.

Compared to working alone, at least the old man left a lot of things for himself - a position that could facilitate the investigation of dreams, a free house, and an income that was not much but enough to live a stable life.

This is at least much better than starting from scratch, although these are all bargaining chips between Benson and him.

"I don't thank him, but I don't hate him either." Xing Ze glanced at Boqi. The house elf finished reading the recording crystal. "Although he lied to me, he also gave me a lot of help."

The house elf walked to Xing Ze with the crystal, "The old master is not a bad person, he is just..."

"I believe he is not." Xing Ze waved his hand, "None of this matters now. I will not argue with the dead about right and wrong. Now, we need to decipher his notes to know what our enemy wants to do.

"Oh, no, keep the crystal, Pochi. If you miss him, you can take it out and look at it. It's okay, the important thing is the notes hidden in the fireplace, not the crystal."

The house elf gratefully hid the crystal in the pocket of his tattered shirt and asked, "Is there anything I can do to help, young master?"

"I don't know." Xing Ze stroked the black cat with his hand. "There are a lot of things to deal with tonight. I need time to digest and sort them out. I also have to confirm the authenticity of the information to make sure they are not lying to me. "

Hearing this, Pochi asked in confusion: "But, little master, haven't you promised them that they can decipher the old master's notes?"

"A temporary solution, Porky, a temporary solution. That notebook is as thick as "History of Magic", enough to keep them busy for a while."

In the meantime, I have to find a way to get more information. Xing Ze thought to himself. The black cat raised his head and looked at Xing Ze, his vertical pupils tightening.

"Don't panic, old man." Xing Ze whispered, "Emergency times require extraordinary measures. The era of swallowing your anger has passed, and it's time to open the door to the truth with your fists."

…

A week later, in late November, the weather became increasingly colder.

Hogwarts is powered by magical energy, making every classroom as warm as spring, but some open corridors, aisles and bridges are still cold and windy.

All the teachers and students in the school put on thick winter clothes, and Xing Ze was no exception.

His mother in this world was the same as his mother in the original world. She would always send him a bunch of unused things when the weather changed.

"This is your third package this week." Professor Bubaji held a cup of hot cocoa and looked at Xing Ze with interest.

Xing Ze pulled out a large black and white woolen scarf from the package and frowned.

"Oh, how loving." Professor Bubaji laughed, "Did your mother knit it?"

Xing Ze pulled up the sign on the scarf.

"Well, this can be regarded as a kind of intention." The professor changed his words.

"But I never use a scarf." Xing Ze put the things into the ring. "She knows clearly, but she gives me one every few years."

In this regard, the mothers of the two worlds are exactly the same.

"I can't blame her." Ben interjected, "You know, my grandmother, even now, sends me sweaters she knitted by herself every Christmas, and most of them are grass green.

"She is a devout Celtic witch. She believes that the new mistletoe can bring good luck, so she likes green very much. But I don't like it. Who likes such a single color? I'm not Irish."

"Green bless you, brother!" Xing Ze raised his tea cup and shouted.

Ben's cheeks twitched a few times, and he frowned and asked, "Why does your blessing sound so weird?"

Xing Ze looked at his watch, stood up, patted Ben on the shoulder and said, "Don't be so suspicious. This is a good blessing." After that, he left the office and walked quickly towards the teaching area. It was a remote corridor, and not many students would choose to walk through it unless they had to go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Usually, Ali Shafik would be the last to leave the classroom, and she would stay for ten minutes to answer some questions from students. Today was no exception. In addition, Barrow Foley would arrive here within these ten minutes. If he came from the spell classroom, it would take him about eight minutes. If he came from the spell office, it would only take about five minutes. This is the result of Xing Ze's recent observations. When the figure appeared, Xing Ze looked at his watch. This time Barrow Foley took five minutes, and it was obvious that he had no class this morning. If someone said that Barrow Foley was like a dog, Xing Ze would not object. This metaphor was very appropriate and very vivid. The moment he saw Xing Ze, the smile on his face disappeared immediately, and the flower protector rushed to Xing Ze like a fierce dog. Thank you for your recommendation and monthly tickets