The Evil God of Hogwarts

Thomas unbuckled his seat belt and moved his body as far as possible into the cab. Fortunately, there was no roof restriction on the convertible, so he was able to stand up most of his body.

Compared to his clumsy and ridiculous movements, Xing Ze's movements were much cleaner and neater. The young wizard supported the car door with one hand and used the other hand on the car seat to suddenly jump out of the seat.

He did not go to the passenger seat, but jumped where the convertible was. He was on all fours, with his back slightly bowed, like a bowstring ready to go.

Since no one stepped on the accelerator, the speed of the classic car immediately slowed down.

madman? Maybe he is indeed crazy. Xing Ze thought in his heart that since he traveled to this world and saw so many strange and weird things, he was actually no longer normal.

Sometimes he himself wondered if he had gone mad. But no matter what, the car was getting closer and closer. He could see this clearly, and Thomas could also see it clearly, so he could conclude that he was not crazy yet.

The various thoughts in his mind did not disrupt Xing Ze's plan. As the car behind him approached, his heart became calmer. A low spell sounded, and the magic power he recovered could only support one or two simple spells, but it was enough.

"There's no need to wait for me, keep walking towards Liverpool, I'll catch up." After leaving these words, Xing Ze jumped up slightly, and with the blessing of the magic spell, his body became as light as a feather.

"Wha... what? What the hell!" Thomas' voice disappeared in the wind.

Xing Ze saw clearly that the people in the car behind were the restaurant's chef and Emily. Their eyes widened quickly, and Emily even cursed some curse words.

After arriving at the car, Xing Ze quickly cast another spell. The reversal spell made his body, which was originally as light as a feather, become as heavy as a rock.

He fell down quickly, like a huge boulder falling from the sky, hitting the hood of the car hard. With a "boom", the car's rear butt lifted up, like an unbalanced seesaw.

Thomas, who was concentrating on driving, heard a loud noise from behind and couldn't help but glance in the rearview mirror. The car behind him, which had been following closely, was lying on the ground with its legs in the air. He couldn't see Xing Ze's figure, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

The frightened professor pulled over and stopped the car. Although Xing Ze asked him to keep driving forward, for an ordinary person with a normal mind and body and a clear outlook on life, he still couldn't abandon the person who had saved his life. Way to do it.

"The fireside stories I always come here will definitely be colorful." Thomas said with emotion, opened the door and got out of the car.

At the same time, Xing Ze slowly stood up from the ground. Before the car rolled over, he quickly reached the ground and crouched down to avoid the car passing overhead.

He reached out and pulled out a shard of glass from his right cheek. The scarlet wound began to slowly recover, and the situation was better than he expected.

Xing Ze originally thought that he would at least lose an arm and a broken leg, but except for the piece of glass on his face, the rest of his body was intact.

"My lucky day?" he muttered, quickly regretting his words.

The roar of the engine sounded behind him, and Xing Ze's superb hearing made him immediately aware of the approaching sound.

The person coming was very fast and it was a motorcycle. He made a judgment in his mind, and it was not wrong. The moment he turned around, a red fireball was approaching quickly.

"Damn it!" Xing Ze only had time to curse. He rolled to the side in embarrassment. The fireball exploded near the car. The air waves and residual fire ignited the car's fuel tank as expected.

boom--

Thomas was pushed back by the impact of the explosion. He initially left his feet off the ground, but soon sat heavily on the ground again. It took a few seconds for the pain to spread from his tailbone.

"Get back in the car, let's go!" Xing Ze shouted at him, but his voice was vague, and there was a buzzing in his ears at the moment.

The professor, who was not yet fully awake, walked towards the classic car in a daze. Although he didn't hear clearly, he knew what Xing Ze meant.

Damn it, why did he get out of the car? He should just drive the car forward. If the lunatic could do such a thing, he must have some backup plans.

The roar of the engine was already very close. Xing Ze had no time to think about it. He quickly jumped up from the ground and saw the motorcycle leading Jezebeth through the flames and smoke, like a knight breaking through the night.

The long whip came across his head and face, and Xing Ze raised his hand to catch it. The whip wrapped around his wrist like a living thing, and the heat made his skin and flesh sizzle.

Xing Ze didn't cry out. He gritted his teeth and held the whip with his other hand. Jezebeth laughed and increased the power. She didn't mind dragging Xing Ze away.

The classic car tried its best to escape in front, and the motorcycle was chasing after it. In this cat and mouse game, there was an unlucky guy who was dragged at the end.

Xing Ze's body kept rubbing against the ground, but he had no intention of letting go. Jezebeth seemed to realize that this was not going to work. She cursed and the flames followed the whip.

Seeing the approaching flames, Xing Ze had no choice but to let go of his hand. He rolled several times on the ground and fell into the grassy slope next to him.

Jezebeth turned her head to take a look and couldn't help cursing: "It's like a cockroach, it's really difficult to deal with."

Looking at the motorcycle getting further and further away from him, Xing Ze sighed heavily. The wounds on his body began to heal, and his burned hands began to grow new skin.

This level of wound was not fatal to Xing Ze, but it consumed a lot of his energy and magic power. He looked around and saw that there were few vehicles on this remote road, except...

A red and blue light flashed within sight, and Xing Ze couldn't help laughing. He whispered to himself: "You still have to find the police uncle at the critical moment."

Thomas is now extremely remorseful. He has paid a heavy price for his nosy and conscience. It turns out that the classic convertible is really only suitable for catching girls and picnics.

After Jezebes's motorcycle broke away from Xing Ze, she started to catch up with all her strength. It didn't take long before her deadly whip left several marks on the car.

"Stop the car, Thomas," Jezebeth called. "Otherwise, I can't guarantee the whip won't hit the gas tank."

Thomas said nothing. He knew that the difference between parking and not parking would not be too big. The snakes wanted to know the whereabouts of the holy book, so they would not kill him, but they could not escape the torture.

"Well, you asked for it!" Jezebeth had a wicked smile on her face. This evil woman might be hoping that Thomas would not stop the car.

She waved her whip, intending to intimidate him. This time, the whip hit the back of Thomas' seat with unmistakable accuracy. The sound and strong wind made the professor scream in fright, but made Jezebeth laugh.

Just then, a police car came quickly and joined the chase at an inappropriate time. Jezebeth turned around and looked, and that familiar face appeared again.

Xing Ze in the car waved to her and sounded the siren.