The Evil God of Hogwarts

"He always thought that wizards and churches were at odds." Xing Ze walked beside Maxim, and the two gloomy-looking middle-aged men followed not far behind them.

"They've always been at odds." Maxim replied, "Don't get me wrong, he just cooperates with them temporarily, and each gets what he needs."

"Just money?"

Maxim glanced at Xing Ze, "Of course not."

"Am I afraid that he will report to Mr. R?"

"Haha, young man. If not, I won't follow him. In addition, let him tell me a little secret, and the Key Hall will reward me with a thousand Galleons as a token of gratitude for their wrong train incident. "

"It's really interesting, but five hundred galleons ended up in his lap. It would have been less."

"Yes, that's the problem. R is not a visionary. Indeed, he is cunning and smart enough, but he is also arrogant and arrogant. He looks down on mixed-race wizards and strangers."

"So, is it because I don't suit the taste of my boss that I have taken refuge in the church?"

"He has not taken refuge in the church, young man. He thinks he has made it clear. He occasionally works for them and gives them a little information from time to time, but he does not reject their people. Despite R's bad record, compared to the church, Don’t ask for too much.”

"What's my codename? Maxim." Xing Ze slowed down because the stone-paved street came to an end, and there were potholes on the dirt road further forward.

"M, that's easy to guess, isn't it? Maxim, M. Where's mine, young man? Oh, he forgot, No B, I inherited Benson's code name."

The two continued to chat for a while, and Xing Ze spoke again: "I have to say, I am very bold, Maxim. Mr. R's eyeliner may be nearby, watching their every move."

The man blinked and smiled: "Come on, young man, they just want to see the house that Benson left me."

…

The dilapidated building was located in the wilderness. It had two floors and was a mixed brick and wood structure. Maxim opened the front door with a copper key. There was not much dust in the room. Someone must have been cleaning it for a long time.

They walked through the foyer, past the kitchen, and into the living room, which was not bright at all. Several people wearing monk's robes checked Dong and the others. Xing Ze thought they would take away the wands, but they didn't.

"Follow him." One of the monks said to Xingze, "I will be there."

Maxim's expression on the side darkened, and he protested: "Hey, he has to be with him."

"No." The monk decisively rejected him, "He is the only one."

"He thought I must have made a mistake, friend, he knows our Bishop Andrew..." The other monks in the room slowly approached him, and Maxim's voice became smaller and smaller. Before, he waved his legs and said in resignation. : "Okay, okay, just wait there."

He saw Xing Ze cast a look of pity on him, Maxim smiled back, and cursed the Eastern wizard in his heart.

Led by the smiling monk, Xing Ze came to the study room on the first floor. The study room was not big, but it was packed very neatly.

The room contained a large sofa, a straight-backed wooden chair and an armchair. There is a small maple desk in front of the window, and the floor is covered with parquet linoleum.

An elderly man wearing a red robe walked on a straight-backed wooden chair, just behind the desk. He looked to be about sixty years old, with red hair and a bit of weight, but not fat.

"Welcome, son," he said, his voice as soft as a father's whisper, 'Come on. "

There was a priest standing very close to his left leg. The man looked much younger, a tall man, and his arched eyebrows were as black as ink, which was quite conspicuous. He pursed his lips tightly and his dark brown eyes kept wandering around Xing Ze's body, trying to find some secret information.

Xing Ze took a long breath, sat down on the armchair, and waited quietly for the other party to shut up.

"I can call him Andrew, or bishop, or priest." The person behind the table said, "That Bishop No. Jacob, don't pay attention to him."

“His passionate gaze is hard to ignore.”

Bishop Andrew waved his leg, and Jacob immediately withdrew his gaze and bowed his head respectfully.

"Forgive me, kid. That's not his professional custom. Their time is limited, so let them get right to the point. How much did the Key Chamber tell me?"

Xing Ze was a little unsure. He frowned and simply did not answer the question.

Andrea also realized that his question was too direct. He smiled slightly and asked instead: "Do I know anything about Digel Village?"

"He thought it was enough for him to come there and just ask for help." Xing Ze said sarcastically. If Maxim had not guaranteed that the church could provide useful information, he probably would not have come there.

"Be patient, child. I will know that whatever he asks will be what I am seeking."

Xing Ze's blabbering words made Xing Ze tired, but after thinking for a moment, he replied: "He knows the source of the plague. The Prophet Monthly reports on it."

Diggle, that remote village in Wales, can't even be found on the map.

Why did he beg to mention that place? Xing Ze was a little confused.

"The same goes for him." Andrea shrugged helplessly, "If it weren't for that plague, he would never know that place in his life."

"Aren't people there religious?"

"As far as he knows, they don't have a priest nearby." Andrea turned his head and looked at his companions.

"No." Jacob replied simply and forcefully.

Andrea nodded and asked again: "How much do I know about wrong curses, kid?"

"Have you just read some popular science about the Curse of the Pharaoh?"

"That's enough." The old priest straightened up contentedly, "What he asked me to tell you, my child, is whether the plague originating from Digel Village is a curse and is very contagious."

Xing Ze quietly considered the credibility of the old pastor's words in his heart. Curse is a complex and powerful black magic. It not only requires a long-term supply of magic power, but also requires a precise target.

As for the kind of curse that spreads like a plague, he heard about it, and regardless of whether the target was all mankind, he couldn't imagine the huge magic power required to maintain the curse.

I wonder if the reason why the Pharaoh's curse lasted until the Ming Dynasty is because the pyramid itself is a huge magic gatherer. Not to mention, the pharaoh would sacrifice a large number of living animals before being buried.

But just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. In the magical world, everything will exist.

"What do I want to get from him?"

"I'm very smart, kid." Andrea praised, "But I made one mistake. Not only what do they want, but what can I bring to them?"

Is that some kind of word game?

Xing Ze exhaled and said, "He doesn't even know what we want to ask for, so how does he know what he can give?"

Andrea smiled lightly and opened a small wooden box next to his leg. There was a syringe with a small tube of black liquid inside.

"It's very simple, just beg me to take the test."

Thanks to Little Water Cube, Real Pig Butcher Knife’s recommendation vote