The Evil God of Hogwarts

Riley walked slowly to the counter, reached for the wine glass and the bottle of whiskey stored in the glass vessel, which was made of fine Macallan whiskey. He shook the vessel to wake up the dormant wine.

Then two small glasses were poured, one was handed to Xunrel Jezebeth, and the other was drunk by herself. He is not a person who advocates individualism. He always believes that the power of individuals is limited and that only teamwork can bring success.

So he was a little dissatisfied that Jezebeth valued Xing Ze so much. Of course, he believed that Xing Ze was an excellent wizard, detective, and warrior... In any case, this young man was outstanding, with sharp thinking, quick movements, and a clear mind.

But...but just as he believed, one person could accomplish very few things. King Arthur did not sit on the throne by himself. He needed an army, Merlin, and his knights.

"Don't rely too much on him, Ms. Xunrel, you make me feel that he is our only hope."

Xunrel took a sip of wine, leaving lip marks on the glass. She shook her head and said, "You don't understand, Riley. I can see a person's soul."

"I'm convinced of that." Riley agreed, "So, what does his soul look like? Golden or flaming. Oh, I still remember when you described my soul as being like a sand dune. That's It really speaks to my heart.”

Xun Leier didn't answer, she just drank in silence, as if she was making some decision.

Riley gradually put away his smile. He stood aside awkwardly, holding the wine glass and not knowing what to say. In the end, he chose silence.

"There is nothing." After a while, Xunrel said, "Except darkness. I can't see any light in there."

Riley couldn't figure it out, if it was based on Xunrel's words. Xing Ze should be a man in deep trouble. He can't even save himself, let alone take care of other things.

Looking at Riley's confused eyes, Xunrel said again: "You won't believe it, old man. You can't believe someone who walks alone in the dark."

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The green smoke began to dissipate, and Worm thought about just running away. The police and Ellie had no time to take care of him anyway. All he had to do was throw away his shoes, find a car and escape from this place.

It doesn't matter whether he has a car key or not. The first thing he did when he joined the Revolver Gang was to steal cars. There was no car door that he couldn't pry open, and there was no car that he couldn't start.

The torment in his heart didn't linger for long. Worm cursed in a low voice. He stretched his head and looked inside, hoping to find Ellie's figure. He didn't want to leave his companions behind just like that. Several experiences made him unable to give up on his companions just yet.

Finally, the green mist completely dissipated, and Worm saw the familiar figure from behind. I saw the eldest lady stepping on the black knight with her foot and asking something. The green energy before seemed to have no effect on her.

The other three people probably took advantage of the fog to escape from here. As for Florence and his men, it was a pity that none of them survived. They died miserably, their entire faces turned the color of pig liver, and their eyes The boss was so stunned that he spit out a lot of foam.

Although the green mist had dissipated, Worm still did not dare to approach. After his tense nerves relaxed, he felt a sense of discomfort. He suddenly woke up. The position where he stood was also the wind outlet. Although there was not much green air floating through it, he still more or less inhaled some.

Nausea and dizziness set in, and Worm leaned against the wall and vomited. Ellie turned her head and looked this way, and asked aloud: "How are you?"

"I... uh... I'm... okay, maybe..." Worm vomited again, and he waved his hand to indicate to the eldest lady that she didn't need to worry about him.

Ellie sighed, ignored Worm, and asked the Black Knight: "Then tell me how much you know about Detective Frank and the old records."

The black knight did not struggle. When his companion left him, he already knew that he was hopeless. A futile struggle would only lead to unnecessary torture.

His mask was taken off, revealing his ugly and twisted face, "You...what do you want to know? There are too many things to say about these two."

"Let's talk about Frank first, Bill." Ellie waved her wand, and the Black Knight screamed in pain, followed by a stench.

The eldest lady let go of her feet and took a few steps back. She used magic to destroy the black magic spell attached to the black knight. This cruel spell would allow an ordinary person to gain magic power and thus have the ability to cast spells. But the process of completing it is quite cruel and painful, and not many Muggles can survive it.

It is not difficult to destroy the spell. When she was in Nurmengard, she once consulted a dark wizard who was proficient in this technique. As long as she found the pattern corresponding to the spell, she could easily destroy it.

"You...what did you do?" the black knight asked reluctantly.

"Tell me what happened to Frank? Where is he now?" Ellie didn't mean to answer, she just asked herself.

The Black Knight actually knew in his heart that he felt the changes in his body. He couldn't feel the flow of magic power around him, and he couldn't use the magic power in his body, but he still didn't want to believe it.

He had paid so much to get this power, but now it was wiped out so easily. He was unwilling to accept it. He shouted and roared in his heart, and even wanted to get up and fight for his life, but his disabled legs could only paralyze him. Sitting on the ground staring at the woman in front of him.

"Say it, so you can suffer less." The eldest lady urged, "My patience is limited."

Bill hung his head. After the extreme anger, he was heartbroken. Now he is not the feared Black Knight, nor the spokesman of death, but just a disabled middle-aged man.

"Kill me." He whispered, "I don't want to live anymore, at least I can die like a human being in the end."

The eldest lady thought about it in her mind and said again: "Don't you want to witness the destruction of the Old Record Gang with your own eyes?"

These words were like a bright light in the dark night, and a fire ignited in Bill's heart. He raised his head uncertainly and looked at the woman in front of him.

"Don't you want to see what happens to the person who made you look like this? You don't want to miss it, right?"

Bill wanted to open his mouth, but he could only make a sound of ah ah. He was so excited. That was the motivation for him to live before. His only reason for living was to make the fat man pay the price.

Ellie also saw the enthusiasm in Bill's eyes, and she continued: "Tell me what you know. Anything about the Old Record Gang, or Frank. I promise you, they will pay the price."

The woman's words were like dry firewood, instantly igniting the ashes in Bill's heart. He asked in a deep voice, "Can you guarantee? I can get the revenge I want?"

"Tell me everything and the fat man is yours."