The Evil God of Hogwarts

Xing Ze frowned and looked at the tube of black liquid, complaining in his heart why he refused to test it. He joked: "He guessed that thing must be used for drinking.

"I'm very funny, kid." The bishop stood up from his seat. He picked up the wooden box and walked towards Xing Ze. "That is the blood of a saint. It can determine whether I am infected."

"Infected by what?" Xing Ze frowned, but he quickly understood, "If not, is it a monster?"

"He cannot reveal more to me before confirming whether I am infected." The bishop pressed the wooden box against the armrest of Xingze's chair.

"What if he says he just passed the Key Hall test? Does that work?"

"No." Bishop No. Jacob kept his mouth shut, with a hint of anger in his deep voice, "They don't believe in wizards."

Andrea waved his legs again, "He can see my doubts, but he swears to the emperor. The blood of saints has no effect on ordinary people. If I am not worried, son, he can inject it first." "

"What if he was contaminated?" Xing Ze asked, "What would happen?"

"It will react with the foreign matter outside my body. Depending on the degree of contamination, I may mutate or die immediately. Think about it, kid. They won't force me to take the test, but he suggested that I do it once. Please don't contaminate me. If it’s serious, there’s a good chance of saving it.”

After thinking for a long time, Xing Ze made a decision - he accepted the test, but the bishop needed to be injected first, not only Andrea, but also Jacob and Maxim.

Jacob readily agreed, but Maxim was not so easy to shut up. He and Bishop Andrea began to bargain hard, and finally the two finally reached an agreement. As for the content of the agreement, Xing Ze did not hear it.

The three of them were injected with the blood of the saints. After ten minutes, there was no sign of any symptoms, so Xing Ze asked the two monks to inject himself with black liquid.

"How long does it take for it to take effect?"

‘It takes five minutes. "Bishop Andrea ordered two monks to stand guard on both sides of Xing Ze, 'wait for half an hour.'"

"So he just wants to survive half an hour?"

"The theory is that."

"Then why don't I talk to him about whether he's a monster or not? Anyway, if he passes the test, I'll ask him to tell him. If he doesn't pass..." Xing Ze lowered his head and glanced at the weapon in the monk's leg, "If he doesn't pass, , I have to kill him too.”

"They don't kill people casually, kid." The bishop crossed himself on his chest, "But what I said does make sense. Let him think about where to start."

"As simple as possible, Bishop, his understanding is not very good."

Andrea walked back to his place. He asked Maxim to be invited out, and then said solemnly: "Then the monster does not belong to their world. He comes from another dimension."

Xing Ze, who has been influenced by modern novels, movies and the Internet, quickly understood the bishop's meaning.

"The surface world and the inner world?" he whispered.

A glimmer of light flashed in Andre's eyes, "I can understand that, but they prefer to call that world a dream."

"Dreams? Are those monsters related to human dreams?"

"It's very unclear at the moment. They mistakenly know very little. Whether they only found some fragmentary information in some terrible taboo books."

"That monster, it can affect people's minds. He saw his influence on the passengers of the wrong train."

"Wrong, those terrible existences will pollute the minds of living beings. Excessive contact with them will bring about two kinds of truths."

Bishop Andrew paused. The first five minutes had come. He squinted his eyes and observed Xing Ze. But soon he withdrew his sharp gaze. He continued: "One kind is going crazy, and the other is going crazy." It turns out that they are the same evil things."

“Then that eliminates the pollution mutation we are worried about”

"No, child, anyone who comes into contact with anomalies will be contaminated, whether mentally or physically. They were almost pervasive until my consciousness collapsed. He thought I should understand that feeling better than he did."

Xing Ze thought of the ugly thing he saw through the wind and snow, of Benson's twisted body, and of the train conductor who was sent to St. Mungo's.

Even though he was outside in the warm weather, he still felt the unknown chill.

"He was very curious, kid, how did I survive? Generally speaking, not many people can bear such a long and close contact with abnormal things."

"He doesn't know how to be red, maybe it's the blessing of the gods." Xing Ze exhaled a long breath, "Can the mutation be cured?"

"It depends on the degree of pollution. It's usually difficult, but some people have succeeded. Benson Price is a typical example. I should know him, right?"

"No, he knows it. Has he experienced it before?"

"In the Severn Valley, eleven people died that time, and he was the only survivor. Everyone thought he would go crazy, but he didn't. He recovered well after receiving treatment."

It seems that both the Church and the Key Hall are fighting against the monsters in the dream. They don't trust each other but can be forced to cooperate. Xing Ze was thinking in his mind, but that might not be a bad thing for him, maybe he could take advantage of that.

"He assumes they begged me to investigate the red shard?"

"He pretty much thought we all knew."

Bishop Andrew smiled and shook his head, "Mark, he is too greedy. His price starts to become excessive."

What can I give them if they ask again and again? Xing Ze finally understood the meaning of Hong's words, "So we want to ask for a new source of intelligence?"

"That's right, kid. Of course, that's if I pass the test."

Xing Ze was silent. He was weighing the pros and cons. The church and the Key Hall looked very Dumbledore, just like he was standing in front of a fork in the road.

Wanting to see through Xing Ze's mind, Bishop Andrea said calmly: "There is no need to give him the answer now. I have time to think about it, but it's best not to be too long. Before that, they will give me some necessary requirements." Information to aid my investigation, please consider it a gift to the Church.”

Old fox. Xing Ze sneered in his heart. The people in the church are very smart. They know that his current status and level are too low and cannot provide any useful information at all, so they are supporting him.

Is that a loss-free investment? If it fails, they can abandon the chess piece. If it succeeds, then they will have an additional source of intelligence.

Xing Zeke felt the saint's blood flowing outside his body. When it passed the legs and arms where Blue Beak was attached, he felt a faint burning sensation. He began to be glad that he did not bring Blue Beak in with him.

"What's the origin of that red fragment?" he asked, trying to distract the bishop.

"According to the investigation." Andrea whispered, "The fragment came from an ancient statue. No one knows where the statue came from. When it brought a plague, the local government destroyed the statue.

"Bu Nao didn't happen seventy years ago. They couldn't find any relevant records or reports in the official information. The existing information comes from folk rumors and the mouths of the elderly in Digel Village. It's difficult to identify true and false."

"Then how can I confirm that the fragments come from the statue? How do I know that those fragments contain a curse?"

Andrea took out two things from his chest, and Jacob immediately took them and handed them to Xing Ze.

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