The Evil God of Hogwarts

Chapter 17 Is he a good person?

In one breath, Xing Ze thought a lot. He had enough power to use another Apparition to escape from there, and he didn't have to sacrifice himself with a bunch of unknown people.

No, he is so kind and righteous that he really wants to go east and find a way to return to the earth. He also wants to return to his parents. However, the desperate faces of the children on the train linger in my heart.

He sighed heavily before, he might never become a good detective, he was bound by too many worldly morals.

Xing Ze handed over the train conductor to Reko, as if Dong was determined: "He will lure it away, and we will take the opportunity to get into the car."

Those words made the usually calm Edwin frown, and she screamed: "I'm committing suicide."

"If you have time to question him, it's better to leave quickly." Xing Ze urged.

Reko took over the train conductor and said with rare seriousness: "He's right, Edwin, they have to leave, that guy is here."

"Damn it!" the female scholar cursed and carried most of the train conductor's weight. "That bastard is an intelligent creature. It will definitely choose an easy target."

Xing Ze waved his magic wand and raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Don't worry, it has enough reasons to come to him."

Novel Ke's leg was blown off, and most of his face and half of his body were blown off. Light blue blood continued to flow from those hideous wounds. Like an enraged bull, it headed straight for Xing Ze, paying no attention to Edwin or Reko.

Xing Ze was also running, praying in his heart that the distress signal had been sent and that the legendary wizard would come to help. He felt the amplitude of the land east of his feet getting stronger and stronger. The monster was approaching, and it wanted to take back its magic power.

He ran on a small slope. His physical strength had reached its limit and he lost the magic protection. He could not run too far on the snow.

The wind and snow gradually stopped, and the dark clouds in the sky were dispersing. The young wizard recited a spell and turned the huge magic power absorbed by the wand into red light and shot it at the monster.

…

In the early morning, Professor McGonagall walked out of her office thoughtfully. She walked along the corridor and stopped when she passed the central courtyard.

Church people! She shouted in disgust, her face becoming even more ugly.

In the courtyard, several priests wearing red robes were examining the students who escaped last night. There were monks in gray robes standing at every fork in the road. They stood ready, holding various weapons made of meteorite on their legs, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Two Aurors were hovering in the sky in the courtyard, holding their wands tightly and looking equally unhappy on their faces.

"Look, those red robes and gray robes are almost considering it as their home!" The professor muttered angrily, turned around and continued forward. Hogwarts set up an anti-Apparition spell, so she had to walk to the principal's office, and the long journey made her think about many things.

The first thing she remembered was the desperate and frightened expressions on the children's faces, and that was the first sight she saw after opening the train door. Then, she recalled the twisted corpse in the snow, with a strange smile on its face.

Then she thought about the monster mentioned in conductor Balk's frantic murmur and the two dead people in Car No. 4, one of whom was a wanted criminal. The other, according to staff, was a machinist who had not been there previously.

At first, she turned her thoughts back to the church. She didn't know when those people arrived. Things had upset the teachers at Hogwarts last morning.

They first transferred the passengers and students to the village of New Ravenska, and the Ministry of Magic staff who arrived belatedly took over the follow-up work. No, they were always late.

After a series of examinations and examinations, the children were sent to Hogwarts. Of course, the matter is very unfinished. The Ministry of Magic is not good at it, but they are masters of red tape. They sent people to seal off the school and planned to conduct further detailed investigations.

She remembered that she had returned to the office at two o'clock in the morning. The Ministry of Magic asked the teachers who went to the scene to write a detailed report about the scene. However, she fell asleep ten minutes after picking up the pen. Maybe the church would You will enter the school there.

When the corridor came to the end, Professor McGonagall pulled her thoughts back because she needed to make a simple choice.

Walk from the central tower, enter the Observatory, then cross the suspension bridge to reach the Gryffindor Tower, and then take the spiral staircase to the Headmaster's Office. Or walk from Ravencra Tower, cross the stone bridge, and take the spiral staircase from the quad to the principal's office.

But choosing which path to take would take a while. Professor McGonagall would often question why she chose this office in the first place. It was too far from the teaching area and the principal's office.

What's more, she is no longer young, and even staying up all night and in the morning has become a problem.

She took a few more steps and transformed into a tabby cat. Then she jumped lightly on the steps leading to the black tower. She knew a shortcut to the teaching area, and it only took cats.

As early as 8:23, Professor McGonagall confirmed Eastern Time that Dumbledore liked to change the passwords in the Headmaster's Office, sometimes even at various times of the day.

"Lemon ice cream." She said the correct password, the stone beast began to rotate slowly, and the professor stepped onto the steps that appeared.

Dumbledore was not alone in the principal's office, Severus Snape was also there, and Professor McGonagall was not too surprised.

"Good morning, Professor." Dumbledore greeted her with tired eyes. Apparently he hadn't slept all night either.

"It's not a pleasant noon," complained Professor McGonagall. "There are a lot of strangers in the school."

"Relax," Dumbledore advised calmly, "They are just doing their job."

Professor McGonagall frowned and said, "The children suffered enough last night. There is no need to suffer anymore. People from the Ministry of Magic have checked it, not to mention that the monster did not approach the train."

"They should be careful about that." Snape, standing in the shadows, interjected.

"He thinks I like people from the church, Professor Snape?"

"He likes the Church, very much!" Snape affirmed, "Well, compared to the Ministry of Magic, their leg detection is more accurate and efficient."

"He agrees on that point." Professor McGonagall nodded and turned to Dumbledore, "Speaking of the Ministry of Magic, is there any news from the search and rescue team?"

"As far as he knows, there is very little." The principal stood up and walked to the window. "They didn't even find the monster's body."

"No?" McGonagall said with an expression that she had already guessed. "He guessed that if the young man who lured the monster away had red skin, they would work harder. But what did you say, Dumbledore, he also had Not a student at Hogwarts, let alone a lecturer that time.”

"Of course he knows, my dear professor." Dumbledore's gaze kept wandering outside the window, as if there was something big and strange happening outside. "Of course he knows, have all the couriers been sent out?"

"No, they've all been sent out," Snape replied.

Dumbledore then withdrew his gaze and said, "Professor McGonagall, just wait for news about the owls. If that brave young man is alive, they will find him."

"That's not possible." Professor McGonagall pushed up her glasses, "He plans to find him personally. Stop trying to frustrate him with the search and rescue team, Dumbledore. He gave them a chance. They searched for most of the morning. Look. Look what they got?"

"No, Professor." Dumbledore waved his legs, "There are a lot of things in school that I need to deal with."

"For Merlin's sake, Dumbledore. If he hadn't written, he wouldn't have walked on that train."

"I shouldn't blame myself for that, Professor. He did what any decent person would do."

"At least let him recover his body."

"Forgive him for not agreeing to it. My dear professor, I have other urgent matters that I need to do."

Thanks to Xuemeng, Xiao, Honghua Hongmeng for their recommendation votes