The Evil God of Hogwarts

The head teacher Nathan took out the blood of the saints and drank it. No matter how powerful he was, he was still a mortal after all, and he would be injured more or less when surrounded by such a large number of dream monsters.

Looking at the blood, flesh and broken pieces on the ground, the bishop curled his lips with some dissatisfaction, "Damn it, this stuff tastes really bad. Can't that bastard Datu make it taste better?"

On the other side, Alfred felt nauseous looking at the scene in front of him. He retracted his gaze and looked at Xing Ze not far away, who was drawing out the black sword blade with a solemn expression.

It has to be said that this Eastern wizard's familiar is as mysterious as himself. This may be their unique Eastern familiar. Alfred thought in his heart.

You know, the British wizarding world is very conservative and traditional. They are slow to accept new things and are quite exclusive.

His father, the deputy director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, was quite dissatisfied with this. He was disappointed with the rigidity and even arrogance of British wizards.

In addition, Eastern wizards rarely appear outside Asia, so most Western wizards have basically zero knowledge of them. What the unknown brings is space and conspiracy. At present, the mainstream view of the East in the Western wizarding community still remains in various baseless remarks.

But he wouldn't. His father, Conrad, had been to the East and stayed there for a long time. After coming back, he has been opposing those baseless slanders.

Alfred remembered that his father had warned him more than once not to underestimate Eastern wizards. They had their own complete magic system. This system had undergone thousands of years of evolution and improvement, and it was not something they could make random guesses about.

Therefore, Alfred did not look down upon Xing Ze. On the contrary, after seeing the strength he displayed, he felt that he was a rare talent.

To be honest, his family is not very famous in the British wizarding world. Yes, everyone knew Malfoy, but that was his uncle Lucius Malfoy. And his father, poor Conrad Malfoy, was mostly regarded as a political clown.

So, they need more allies, especially politically. The oriental man in front of him gave him hope. As long as he could get out alive, he could become a hero.

A hero who saved the Shafiq family and destroyed a cult stronghold only needs political packaging to gain a large number of supporters. The premise of all this is that he needs an ally and backer in the Ministry of Magic.

Thinking of this, Alfred couldn't help but glance in the direction of the pickup truck. It seemed that the Shafiq family had the same plan as him. Although it was not certain yet, this possibility could not be ruled out.

Saying this would seem cruel and ruthless, but this is politics, and politics has always been ruthless. When it comes to his own happiness and the future of his family, Alfred values ​​the latter more.

While Ali Shafiq was in a coma, he wanted to have a good relationship with this Oriental. Even if he couldn't completely bring him into the gang, he still had to make him understand his wishes.

After calculating everything in his mind, Alfred removed the defensive spell and walked towards Xing Ze.

…

Rogers is leading the Ruby Team in the investigation. The entire rescue team is divided into four teams, each with four members, named after gems.

The four members of Team Onyx were all excellent scouts, and there was no way they would have failed to spot a Muggle sniper. So, there was only one possibility, their team was in trouble, and of course that was the best thing to think about.

The Ruby Squad is the shortstop of the team. They are responsible for mobile combat and are good at quickly bypassing and striking unexpectedly. The team leader is a middle-aged wizard named Pedro Rivero.

Rogers met him several times at the celebration banquet. What impressed him most about Pedro was his carefully groomed mustache.

"Mr. Rogers," Pedro said, "Maybe we should change the direction."

"Where to go? The Sapphire Team led by Kingsley is searching over there. What are we going to do?"

Pedro pointed to the sky and said, "No, I mean. We have to look up. Maybe they went up there."

Rogers looked up at the sky and the surrounding buildings. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, "Damn it, you must be kidding me."

But complaining was a complaint, and he still ordered the team to move towards the nearest small building. Pedro asked again: "Sir, do you think they still..."

"Don't make me say depressing words, captain. The chance of them surviving is slim. I think you should know that this mission is very dangerous, and we will probably all die here."

The captain's expression changed slightly, "I wasn't at the winery last time. Did you go, sir?"

"Unfortunately, neither did I. Most of the people who went that time were novices. By the time we arrived, the matter would have been resolved long ago."

"So, is it true that the Ministry of Magic has been infiltrated?"

"Shhh-" Rogers glared at Pedro, "Keep your voice down, Captain. There are some things you can say and some things you can't say. We haven't determined this at all."

Pedro said nonchalantly, "Come on, sir, this has been spread around the Auror office for a long time. None of us received the support call that day. It was obvious that someone suppressed it, but I don't think those in the Communications Department would Have the guts.”

"Stop making random guesses. People in the Communications Department have not received a support signal. The pollution in dreams will affect magic power, just like now." Rogers said and tapped the crystal on his chest with his finger. "Although the degree of pollution here is Much lighter than the entrance.

"But our crystal communication and magic telegraph are both unavailable, and the people in the Emerald Team racked their brains and couldn't think of any way, other than forcibly adding magic power.

"But if that were the case, those people would probably have died before we got to school. So, I would say, the situation that day was almost the same as now. The distress signals sent out were probably interfered with.

"Didn't the Communications Department announce the source of a signal? It was full of garbled codes, noise and scary sounds. People would probably go crazy if they listened to it too much, so they handed over all the distress signals to the Key Office for processing. Oh, say Come to the key room, captain. Are you familiar with one of them?"

Pedro carefully checked a room before replying: "It's not that familiar. As you know, those people are very talkative. I occasionally run into that guy in the bar I frequent."

"Have you talked to him?"

"There were two times, but it was just a hot face but a cold butt. He would not tell you about the key hall at all."

"Pity."

Pedro asked his two men to go up to check, while he walked to other rooms on this floor, "Mr. Rogers, is what you just said true? Um, I was talking about the distress signal."

"Of course, you can ask Scrimgeour, he was with me."

Pedro was obviously not very satisfied with this fact.

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