The Evil God of Hogwarts

Xing Ze didn't ask more about Scream. Benson obviously knew something, but if he didn't tell it, it meant that Xing Ze had no right to know. Now he just wanted to focus on his legs.

Looking at Cecil who was in a coma, Xing Ze stood up, scooped up a spoonful of water and poured it on him. Cecil shivered and quickly uttered a few curse words. Then he twisted violently and gave up his futile struggle after finding that he was tied to a chair.

"He knows I'm there, brother, he can smell my presence." Cecil grinned, and Xing Ze wiped the green liquid from his face with a torn rag.

Cecil blinked when he regained his vision, and he saw the pine meat hammer in Xing Ze's leg, "Oh, look, the hammer. It's so interesting, he didn't expect that I'm not a traditional person, brother."

The train's kitchen has many useful utensils, such as meat mallets, scissors, bone cleavers, and even a small blowtorch. Those inconspicuous kitchen utensils can also make life worse than death.

Xing Ze didn't think he was a good person, but that was the conclusion he came to when interrogating a human trafficker. After the guy had one of his front teeth knocked out, he stammered and confessed to all the crimes. For selfish reasons, Xing Ze knocked it out. His other front tooth.

Cecil was not frightened at all. He continued: "I plan to use a hammer to smash his teeth or leg fingers. I underestimated him too much. Is he the person chosen by the great existence, ah-ah-"

Screams echoed in the room, followed by Fu's filthy curses. Xing Ze walked back to his seat. Sometimes he really felt that Fu's English was so lacking, at least not as good as Chinese in terms of swearing.

"He doesn't mind smashing my teeth, and I have to answer his questions." He asked unhurriedly, "Tell him where the magic suppression curse is? I can save myself a little pain."

"Fuck my mother, ah--fuck me, damn Dong et al., he will definitely, definitely kill me..."

Xing Ze stretched out his foot and lightly kicked Dong Cecil's knee. How painful was the shattered knee? He didn't know it, but he felt a hint of despair from the constant curses.

"My god doesn't seem to be protecting me." Xing Ze stood up and turned the meat hammer in his legs.

Pain is a gift from nature, it teaches me to avoid harm, and it is also a curse.

Xing Ze never questions the beliefs of believers. They can die regardless of their beliefs, but pain, pain is far more terrifying than death.

"We are all going to die, it's coming, it's coming, it's going to kill us all, hahaha..."

Xing Ze looked at the prisoner with a calm expression. Fanatics were always the most troublesome, and their tolerance for pain was sometimes unexpected.

"Say it, Cecil." Xing Ze whispered, "If you tell me, I can at least keep Dong's other leg."

"He... everything he has... everything has been dedicated to the great being."

It seemed that the pain had passed, and Xing Ze considered whether to beg for another blow. He had controlled the force of the previous blow well, and with the hardness of the kneecap, he should be able to receive another blow.

At that moment, the wind and snow outside suddenly became stronger, and the snowflakes hit the window with a banging sound. Xing Ze felt that the temperature outside was dropping rapidly, which was very abnormal.

"They all begged to die, ah ha ha ha, ah ha ha ha." Cecil fell into madness again. He looked up to the sky and started shouting and praying in vague words.

Xing Ze quickly walked to the window. That time, he saw a silhouette, a strange black shadow in the snowstorm, which was slowly approaching the train.

The door to the interrogation room was pushed open, and a livid-faced Benson walked in. He glanced at Cecil, and then asked Xing Ze, "Have you asked?"

Xing Ze looked away, "He needs time."

"The most lacking thing now is time." Whether it was because of the cold, Benson's lips trembled slightly, "The power module will restart in fifteen minutes, and the station guard will reopen."

"What's coming from outside?"

That was an unanswerable question, and Xing Ze didn't expect Benson to tell him.

"What happened in Bu Cong, Xing Ze, stay in the train and don't come out. What happened in Bu Cong!" The door opened again, and Xing Ze heard Benson's retreating footsteps.

Cecil didn't know when he stopped talking like crazy. He tilted his head and looked at Xing Ze with a bit of pride on his face.

Is he showing off what he has done? Xing Ze exhaled, and the meat softening hammer hit Cecil's other knee mercilessly.

Then, he ignored Cecil who was moaning in pain, and walked to the dining table, swinging his legs and fingers back and forth among the tools, before stopping at the spray gun.

"I hear you, Cecil, they don't have much time."

…

Benson walked through Car No. 4 with a heavy face. Things developed far beyond his expectation. He was extremely unwilling to admit what Xing Ze said, but the fact was that their pride would kill everyone tomorrow.

After the magic train was put into use, many people proposed to the Department of Transportation to increase the number of outside management personnel, but those stingy executives and arrogant researchers unanimously believed that the train's shield was enough to withstand any attack.

Now look, they probably didn't expect that the enemy would attack from the outside, and that person was not a regular employee, so they knew how corrupt the entire Ministry of Magic was.

He came to Car 5, which was a place for passengers to dine, and of course they also provided drinks. There were a few house elves walking around in the car, Lady Rebecca and the conductor were walking at the bar, and the conductor and police officer Shafiq stood at the bar. On the side, several people's faces were equally ugly.

Except for the shovel, the entire magic train would not be able to be used in combat, but Benson knew in his heart that this was very far-fetched.

The train conductor was always impatient, and he immediately asked: "What happened, Benson? First it was murder, then it was a terrorist attack, and now there is some kind of monster."

Benson didn't say much. He cast an anti-freeze and anti-snow spell on himself, and then said: "Gentlemen, I'm afraid they are in big trouble. They don't have much time. They are talking as they go."

According to the previous notice, except for Mrs. Rebecca and Shovel, everyone in Chengdong asked to follow Benson out to meet the enemy in order to buy more time.

Balk drank the wine in his glass, shook his head, and asked while casting the spell: "How bad is it?"

"I'm afraid they all have to die outside." Benson said semi-seriously, "But at least wait until the power module restarts."

No one raised any more questions, and the carriage fell into an eerie silence. Everyone present saw the terrifying black figure, and they all understood their responsibilities.

Balk took the lead towards the car door. He straightened his clothes and said: "He has been working on that train for more than thirty years. Damn it, he doesn't care what we think, but he is absolutely wrong and will not let her be ruined by the madman's legs." inside."

"It is not his responsibility to protect the safety of passengers." Shafiq stood up straight and said with determination in his tone.

The conductor did not shut up, but walked silently to the conductor's side. He had always been like this, preferring to express his thoughts with actions rather than words.

A series of auxiliary spells such as defensive spells, anti-freezing and anti-snow spells, vision-enhancing spells, etc. were added to everyone in the carriage.

"What can he do?" Lady Rebecca whispered to Benson.

Benson patted her leg and said, "Take good care of the children. If the young man has anything to ask for, satisfy him."

Officer Shafiq opened the carriage door, and red snow and cold wind rushed in instantly. The magic suppression spell suppressed the effectiveness of most spells. Even with the blessing of many spells, the group was still freezing.

Balkefou was the first to step out of the carriage. The snow outside covered his calves. The biting wind and snow kept pouring in from the opening of the magic robe, and the visibility was less than ten meters.

"Damn it, if he comes back alive, he will definitely ask the Ministry of Magic to add more legs."

Dao, who was walking in front of him, nodded in agreement: "It's a good idea, sir. He hopes that the young man can quickly find the magic suppressing spell."

"Isn't it ridiculous to leave the fate of them and the train to a stranger?" Shafiq, who was walking at the beginning, interjected.

"He likes Orientals as much as I do, bah!" Balk spit out the snow that blew into his mouth, "But he believes in Benson, and he never makes mistakes in big things."

"I hope so!" muttered Shafiq.