The Evil God of Hogwarts

Scattered white hair spread wantonly on his shoulders, his eyes were green, his chin was pointed, and there was a sparse white beard on it.

J reached for the wine glass in front of him, drank the wine in one gulp, and then changed to a more comfortable sitting position.

The metal mask immediately turned into an ordinary pale mask after being separated from A.

J glanced nervously, with a puzzled and uncertain expression on his face.

"Don't worry." A pushed back his messy hair, "It's just an imitation. You don't think I will wear the real thing on my face, do you?"

"Who knows? You crazy people don't always act according to common sense." J snapped his fingers at the bartender, "Hey, Button, some more drinks."

A took a deep breath, pinched the bridge of his nose, and then exhaled the air he inhaled. He did this five times before stopping.

"Just an imitation can have such an impact." J sighed, "If it were the real thing..."

"If the real Pale Mask were here," A answered, "Do you think we can still have such a relaxed conversation here?"

J shrugged his shoulders and turned slightly so that his eyes would not glance at the mask.

"What do you think of that boy?"

"Smart, sharp, like a fox." A replied, with some admiration in his tone, "And he has clear goals and decisive actions."

"Look, I told you. You should really see what he looked like when he was investigating the case." J reached out and took the wine on the tray, "He is a completely different person."

"So," A paused, "Who should I believe? R told me that this kid is completely a miser, just like those ignorant country people."

J took a sip of wine and said: "So today, you saw with your own eyes what kind of person he is, and you should understand who is lying. If you ask me, not many people can be so calm with that mask. "

A smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

J shrank his neck. He knew that smile. He would only smile like that after A discovered something interesting.

"Who do you think will win?"

"Me?" J frowned, "Of course that kid. R is no match for him. You also know that he is a complete idiot."

"I need you to help me with something." The smile on A's face faded.

"I know. I'll find a way to find out where Benson's legacy is."

"Very good, J. Also, keep an eye on that young man, he looks crazier than you, and remember to take care of his mess."

"Don't worry, he is always cautious in doing things." J finished the wine in his glass, "I am more curious, what will happen if R loses?"

"The organization does not need useless people." A said, a small white snake poked its head out of the cuffs of his suit, "Although he has my family's surname, the Slytherin family also does not need useless people. "

…

On Christmas Day, the plague in the UK was finally completely suppressed. People in Whistle rushed to the streets to party, and airports, ports and train stations no longer restricted the flow of people.

During the holiday, Xing Ze took the time to go back and returned to his home across the ocean.

But his mother did not return because she was trapped in the Brazilian rainforest due to some urgent matters. As for his father in this world, he is also a busy man at work.

During the three days at home, the two only had one dinner together, and then he went to work.

This is a relief for Xing Ze. To be honest, he doesn't have too deep feelings for his family in this world.

Three days later, he embarked on his journey back to England again. His father, a busy construction businessman, insisted on sending him.

"I don't even know what your mother is up to?"

Xing Ze smiled and tried his best to recall the way he spoke before, "Won't she send you a postcard?"

"It's sent, but I can't even read it."

"I can't understand it sometimes."

"Is that so?" Father laughed, "I thought you could understand."

“There’s still a lot in the world that we don’t understand.”

"Your mother used to say this to me all the time."

"I know, she often tells me."

"Haha, time flies so fast, we are all old."

"Yeah, time flies by quickly."

"Is that there?" my father asked, pointing to the clothing store on the corner.

"Yes." Xing Ze nodded, "Then I'm leaving."

"Let's go. Will you be back during the New Year?"

"I probably won't come back. The holidays in the UK are a little different from those here. Mom should come back for the Chinese New Year."

"Well, she's back." Father lit a cigarette, "Did you have a somewhat, um, somewhat unsatisfactory life there?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Every time you came back, you would complain about the busy work and low wages."

Xing Ze laughed dryly and said, "I didn't complain about this when I came back this time."

The father shook his head and blew out the smoke from his mouth, "That's why I asked, are you okay?"

"It's all good, don't worry about it."

"Okay, that's good." His father nodded and watched Xing Ze walk to the clothing store.

After returning to England, the first news he received was from Edwin and Reko. Benson's notes were having trouble translating, and they asked to arrange a meeting in the near future.

Xing Ze thought for a moment, then wrote a reply, and then went to his old house, where he planned to spend the rest of his vacation.

On the last day of the holiday, he met Reko and Edwin at the Pig's Head Bar.

But only Edwin arrived, and Reko was nowhere to be seen. Xing Ze asked Aberforth for a room above the bar.

"Where is Reko?" he asked as soon as he entered the room.

Edwin made a shushing gesture and cast various anti-eavesdropping spells on the room.

"He's down there to prevent you from being followed."

"Stalking?" Xing Ze frowned, "Why do you say that?"

"You told us before that you went to the top of the Key Hall."

"Do you think they're following me?"

Xing Ze sat on the sofa in the room. Edwin moved her wand and a ball of fire shot towards the fireplace. When the flames burned the charcoal in the fireplace, she added some dry firewood to it.

"It's always good to be careful." Edwin said, "I have seen the methods of the Key Hall. They will not trust outsiders so easily."

"I'm not an outsider." Xing Ze corrected.

"I know, but you have something they want." Edwin took out the latest translated notes, "Believe me, they won't let you go so easily."

"Your grandfather, he was also under surveillance, right?"

Edwin stepped forward and handed the translated document to Xing Ze, "Yes, until he goes crazy."

"I'm very sorry."

"It's not your fault." Edwin took a breath, "I only translated a third of it this week."

"Did you encounter any problems?" Xing Ze looked at the translation. What was written above was a spell, a spell he had never seen before.

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