The Evil God of Hogwarts

Xing Ze had a long and bizarre dream. In the east of a colorful starry sky, the stars were arranged in twisted patterns.

The giant rose from the sea, bringing with it huge waves. A black castle emerged from the fog, and a man in ragged yellow robes with a pale red mask walked among it.

Forbidden moans came from the black forest, the mountains of the far north Leng Plain moved slowly, green flames and flames intertwined with each other, and irregular drums and flutes came from the abyss.

Someone whispered in Xing Ze's ear, with a voice he had never heard before, like a girl's slender leg fingers, playfully tracing across his body, and like floating foam, gently wrapping his body.

"Wake up, his messenger," said the voice. "Wake up, his messenger."

Xing Zefu was awakened by several unpleasant quacking sounds. He opened his eyes with difficulty. The sun was just right and the snow had not yet melted.

The dazzling sunlight prevented him from looking directly. He turned his face and saw the raven that kept calling. It was very big, with bright fur and a touch of blue in its beak.

Xing Ze recognized the letter sent to him by Hogwarts. Before the magic owl was successfully cultivated, wizards had to rely on ravens to deliver letters.

It is a spiritual bird. Its intelligence is not inferior to that of a magical owl. Its control and flying abilities are also very good, so it is not easy to tame.

"It seems that he is not dead." He slowly felt his facial features, body, and limbs. When he had complete control over his body, he immediately stood up from the snow and began to try to remember everything that had happened before.

The memory emerged, but it was very vague. I could vaguely remember that he was blown away by Novel Ker's claws, like a kite with a broken string. He hit a small tree and his spine was probably broken at that time. No matter if it hits the snow.

With such a serious injury and such a cold environment, he shouldn't be able to survive.

At that moment, he felt something squirming on his right leg, and then a black, amorphous gel-like object separated from his forearm.

The strange substance resembled tar and an amoeba. It twisted its body a few times, and then struck at the raven with a "whoosh" sound, so fast that it was almost invisible.

Before he could react, the poor raven was completely swallowed up by the black mud.

"I shouldn't have swallowed it." Xing Ze stood up and patted away the snow on his body. He found that he didn't feel much cold. "Then the messenger is wise."

But it was too late to say anything. The raven had already stopped moving. The black clay seemed very satisfied. It started to twist. Xing Ze vaguely felt that the thing had a special connection with him.

That kind of connection is indescribable. To put it simply, the black mud is like his legs and arms, oh, no, I should say an extension of his body.

Then, something strange happened. After digesting the raven, the black mud began to deform. After a while, it transformed into a new raven. It was no different from the previous one. Even the beak was still there. That touch of blue is also there.

If the connection is not there, Xing Zezhun thinks it is not the original one. The fake raven made a squawking sound, fluttered its wings and flew not far away, and then dug a few things in the snow with its claws.

"Damn, how should he explain to Hogwarts?" Xing Ze complained. He walked towards the raven and saw the briefcase and Benson's wand buried in the snow.

When Xing Ze bent down to pick up his briefcase, the raven transformed into its original form and merged into his right leg. The whole process was fast and smooth. It reminded Xing Ze of a game he played in college.

"Interesting." He looked at his right leg. There was no difference at all with the naked eye. He spread out the palms of his legs, and the shining cube-shaped octahedron was lying quietly in the center of his legs.

Of course, none of that is my masterpiece. Xing Ze thought to himself. The vague memories began to become clear. Just when he was about to be torn apart by Novel Ke, the pagan sacred object saved his life again.

The monster was decomposed entirely, blood, flesh, bones, external organs, fur, everything was devoured and absorbed by the pagan holy relics.

The huge nutrients not only rescued the dying Xing Ze, but also improved his body. Yu Dong's flesh and blood was transformed into the black clay just now by the shining cube octahedron.

Xing Zeke felt as if he had been reborn. His vision, hearing and smell had been strengthened to varying degrees, his body was full of strength, and his cold resistance had also improved a lot.

But he also realized that this might be the last time the holy object saved him, and he would not be so lucky in the future.

Xing Ze patted the snow on his briefcase, looked at the old wand again, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought. A cult relic with autonomous consciousness, a maddening monster, an organization hiding in the shadows, and unknown secrets...

It seemed that Harry Potter's trip to another world was destined to be full of ups and downs, and he didn't know how useful his foresight of the wrong plot was. But no matter what, he has to find a way to return to Earth. Going home is the only motivation for him to go east now.

The wind and snow last night covered up everything. Xing Ze took back his thoughts and looked around. Except for a few scattered woods, the surrounding area was completely red. He was not a wilderness survival expert, but he was completely unable to distinguish his direction in that situation.

After thinking for a while, Xing Ze unfolded his right leg. Needless to say, the shining cube octahedron turned into a raven and commanded the sky.

"Then call me Bluebeak," he murmured.

It took him nearly half an hour to reach the railroad tracks, where Bluebeak was preening his feathers in a towering hemlock tree.

Xing Ze judged the east direction and said to himself: "It would be great if I could ask for a way home."

Blue Beak raised his head and shouted several times, with a warning tone. Xing Ze understood. He put his legs on the awning and looked at the sky. Two black spots were approaching quickly.

He squeezed Benson's wand tightly. His own wand was missing. As expected, it should have been absorbed by Blue Beak.

Their wands will greatly reduce the magic, but it is still better than empty legs. He is not powerful enough to cast spells without a wand.

The black spots became clearer and clearer. It turned out that the two wizards, the one flying in front was wearing a red snow suit, should be from the search and rescue team of the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters.

The latter one was wearing a neat suit with a thick brown windbreaker on top, which was a typical Auror outfit.

After a while, the two of them landed four or five meters away from Xing Ze. Xing Ze could clearly see the golden sun pin on the collar of the latter's suit, which showed that he was a senior Auror.

"Hey, me, stand there and don't move." The wizard in the snow suit shouted, "Where do I come from?"

"Relax, he is not a suspicious person." Xing Ze raised his legs halfway, "He is not a passenger on the train."

He saw the Auror aiming his wand at him incorrectly and slowly walking towards his side.

"Is there anything to prove?" the wizard in snowsuit asked again.

"It's in his briefcase." Xing Ze gently shook the bag on his leg, "He needs to take it out."

"Okay, but slow down."

Xing Ze took out his Hogwarts appointment letter and his work certificate at the Ministry of Magic from his bag. He put the things on the ground and took a few steps back.

The snow-covered wizard waved his east wand, and the object on the ground flew into his lap. He looked at it with a look of surprise on his face, and then handed the object to the Auror.

After repeated confirmations, the Auror said: "Sir, come with them, someone wants to see me."

Thanks to Dasheng Ye, Xuemeng and Xiao for their recommendation votes.