The Evil God of Hogwarts

The broken blackthorn wand was automatically sucked into the living room fireplace, and then several flashes of blue light lit up, just a few at first, then more and more.

The clicking sound of mechanical rotation also sounded along with the blue light. Finally, the light converged together, and Xing Ze saw a hole opened inside the fireplace.

"This is?"

"Benson left you a real legacy." Edwin explained to Xing Ze.

Xing Ze stepped forward and took out the notebook and a recording crystal that were inside. He now understood why Benson wanted Pochi to sleep in the fireplace.

"Explain it." Xing Ze put the notes and recording crystal on the table and asked Edwin.

Recco took the wine from Pochi, took out his wand and cast a silencing spell in the room, and then cast a concealing spell.

After he finished casting the spell, Edwin said: "Severn Valley, you should know that Benson has been there before."

Xing Ze took the tea cup, and Bo Qi turned to leave knowingly, but was stopped by Xing Ze and said, "Stay, Bo Qi."

After saying this, Xing Ze looked at Edwin, hoping to get her approval.

The female scholar nodded and said: "Since Benson is relieved to let you guard the fireplace, it proves that you are not an outsider. Please stay. These things are all about your master."

Pochi thanked him respectfully and sat consciously on the carpet in the living room.

Edwin continued: "The reason they went there was to hunt down a few Death Eaters. But in fact, they were not Death Eaters at all, but members of the Sabbat Order."

"The Sabbat Order?" Xing Ze repeated with a solemn expression. He had never heard of this organization.

First the Death Eaters, then the Hidden Cult, and now the Sabbat. How many cults are going to pop up this night?

At the same time, he also realized that the whole thing might be far more complicated than he thought.

"Yes, this is an ancient and mysterious organization. According to Benson and our investigation, there are legends about them that can even be traced back to the Black Pharaoh period of ancient Egypt..."

"Wait a minute." Xing Ze interrupted, "Although I'm not very proficient in the history of magic and the history of Muggles, I remember that there seems to be no so-called Black Pharaoh period in ancient Egypt."

"History can be deceiving," Reko explained, "not to mention such a long history. If you want to be qualified, you have to learn from Nevron Ka. You should have heard of this wizard. "

"The wizard existed in primitive times, long before the birth of the first Egyptian, but isn't that a popular legend in the Egyptian wizard world?"

"He is real," Edwin said. "The International Society for Magical Research discovered his pyramid many years ago. An upside-down pyramid."

"Inverted? Built underground?"

"Yes, it took researchers and despellers nearly ten years to open the door to the pyramid. Judging from the murals and incantations recorded inside, they are convinced that it is the pyramid of Neferon Ka."

"Does he have any connection with the Black Pharaoh?"

"We don't know yet, but judging from the murals and incantations on the second floor of the pyramid, this ancient wizard once experienced the era of the Black Pharaoh and made detailed records.

"As for who the mysterious Black Pharaoh is? Nephron Ka did not give a clear record. Perhaps the answer lies on the third level of the pyramid. The International Magic Research Association is working hard to open the door to the third level."

Speaking of this, Edwin frowned and thought for a while, then turned to Reko and asked: "I remember, there was a young man with red hair, named... called..."

"You mean Bill?" Recco answered, "Bill Weasley?"

"Yes, that's him." Edwin nodded, "That red-haired young man is very talented. He came up with new ideas on how to solve the curse of the third door. It won't take long for me to think that the door will be unlocked." opened."

"You seem to know a lot about this, Miss Winkler." Xing Ze asked.

Edwin showed a bitter smile, "My grandfather used to work in the institute, and so did I."

Xing Ze nodded, "In other words, Neferen Ka's tomb confirmed the existence of the Black Pharaoh era, but there are no relevant records in any history books, so has that period of history been erased?"

Reko drank the wine in the glass and replied: "Yes, according to my investigation at Miskatonic University, Narmer got the help of the gods, overthrew the rule of the Black Pharaoh, and... The first dynasty was established.

"After Narmer unified Egypt, he immediately set about destroying everything about the Black Pharaoh period and promoted that he was the real first pharaoh of Egypt. He claimed that he was recognized and blessed by the gods.

"As for the Black Pharaoh, he disappeared during the war. But there are many rumors that he transformed into a man named Black and traveled to the New World, which is now England."

"Miskatonic University?"

A complicated expression appeared on Reko's face, and he replied uneasily: "A school in the small town of Arkham. I stayed there for two years. Their library and museum, uh, how should I say, It’s a rich collection.”

Now you know what you were doing in Arkham for two years. Xing Ze thought to himself. "Is this where you found these rumors?"

"To be precise, in addition to the collection of books in the library, there is another person who has provided me with a lot of help. It is a history professor at the university named Samedi. For a Muggle, his profound knowledge It makes me admire and even feel ashamed.

"It was also he who provided me with a lot of rumors about the Black Pharaoh. Do you remember what I said before? The Black Man, he came to England and became the God of the Banshee Banquet.

"At that time, he was worshiped by the swamp banshees and even druids. As the number of followers increased, he established the Sabbat Order. Similarly, when he was still the Black Pharaoh, A similar group was formed in Egypt - the Brotherhood of the Black Pharaohs."

Xing Ze touched his chin and thought for a while, then asked: "Why did he establish the religious order? It should have a teaching, right?"

"Speaking of this," Pochi interjected carefully, "I have heard similar legends."

"Say it, Pochi, we are all our own people, there is no need to be so restrained." Xing Ze said.

Reko and Edwin also looked at the house elf.

"I mentioned this to old Master Benson. Among us elves, there is a terrible legend that has been passed down from generation to generation, about a tall, thin man with a dark body.

“Legend has it that he would carry the blasphemous book, attend the filthy gatherings of banshees, bring the devil’s edicts and participate in other unspeakable blasphemies.

"He taught his followers black magic and unclean knowledge, and granted those particularly loyal followers strange beasts as familiars and guardians, so that they could better spread destruction and chaos."

Reko clapped his hands with satisfaction and said: "This is similar to what I investigated. Spreading chaos and destruction is their doctrine. Of course, like the church, they also have a lofty goal."

Xing Ze sat up straight.

"To summon their gods through great sacrifices."

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