If there is anything Xing Ze wants to do at this time, it must be to send those students who like to join in the fun outside the train so that they can feel the whippings of Mother Nature.
"Haha, does this scene seem familiar?" Cecil held Harry tightly, pointing the wand in his hand at the boy's head.
Yes, it was another passive negotiation. Xing Ze frowned in annoyance.
Poor little Harry and the other people in the carriage were so frightened that Ron opened his mouth and didn't know what to do. Half of the chocolate in his mouth almost fell out.
Hermione was nervous and at a loss. She was like a frightened cat, sitting miserably on the sofa.
Harry seemed to still want to struggle, but his neck was pinched so tightly that he couldn't help but groan a few times in pain.
"Harry, look at me, don't move, kid, don't move." Xing Ze said in the gentlest tone possible. Cecil was very unstable, and he didn't want this lunatic to be angered.
Harry swallowed and nodded.
Cecil was very dissatisfied with being ignored. He shouted hysterically at Xing Ze: "Don't ignore me, brother, you should, should talk to me, not, not..."
Xing Ze put away his wand and reached out to stop Cedric and Patsy who wanted to come over to check the situation. They looked behind Xing Ze uneasily.
"Watch your students, prefect, and tell them to go back."
This time, Patsy and Cedric finally played a real role as prefects. They kept the students two rooms away.
"I said! You have to talk to me!" Cecil was almost roaring, "Don't ignore me, otherwise I will..."
"Calm down, brother." Xing Ze gestured quietly behind his back with his left hand, "Do you remember what you said? The bishop is waiting for this boy, and you don't want to live up to his hopes, right?"
"Haha." Cecil's hand on Harry's neck tightened a little tighter. Harry was a little breathless from being squeezed, but this time, he didn't hum. "We can find someone else to replace him, brother."
, and this boy is not the only one."
"But it's the closest one. Think about it, brother, for the glory of the great one and for the sacrifice to be successful." Xing Ze took a few steps forward, "If you kill him, what will the bishop think? Besides, you still have
You have to rely on him to escape."
Cecil's eyeballs shook back and forth, and the muscles on his face twitched. "Yes, yes, yes, keep him. He is the Son of God. We need him. You are right..."
Then, he roared again: "Stand there and don't move! Damn it, do you think I dare not kill him? I will kill him, and you, all of you..."
The more he spoke, the more excited he became, and his expression became more ferocious and twisted, but he loosened his grip on Harry's hand.
"Now!" Xing Ze roared, but his body had already rushed towards Cecil.
Behind him, the Weasley twins jumped out and shot the green slime projectiles in their hands at the madman.
Xing Ze slapped the wand away from Cecil's hand, and the red magic hit the seat next to him, leaving several holes in it, scaring Hermione into screaming.
The green clay bombs came at just the right time, one hit Cecil in the face, and the other grazed his ear and hit the window behind him.
A series of things happened in just one breath. Hermione, who came back to her senses, tried to pull Harry away, but the crazy maniac grabbed Harry's robe tightly.
The brave Ron jumped off his seat and slipped through the gap between the two fighting men. He grabbed Cecil's hand and bit it hard.
"Ah -" screams suddenly sounded, and Harry was finally free. The three little guys climbed onto the seats like mice and huddled in the corner, shivering.
Cecil, who lost his eyesight, was quickly subdued. Xing Ze grabbed him by the collar and threw him out of the compartment with such force.
The twins who had retired had already disappeared. Cecil flew out of the compartment and fell heavily onto the aisle of the train. The students screamed.
Cecil struggled to get up, cursing constantly. He reached out to wipe the green mucus off his face, but the scepter that followed made him faint completely.
"Well done, young man, you always surprise me." Benson shouted into the room.
Xing Ze exhaled a long breath, his body was trembling slightly, and his hands were shaking even more.
He thought of the random missiles and rays he had dodged in the corridor, and his quick reaction when facing the remaining fire in the power module room. Just now, he had easily thrown an adult man out of the compartment.
To be honest, all of this was beyond his expectation. Is it the adrenaline hormones that exploded during the crisis? Or was it because he was seven years younger? All in all, this body that was not considered strong seemed to be more reliable than imagined.
Xing Ze clenched his fists to stop his hands from shaking. He bent down to pick up his wand. At this moment, the terrifying scream struck again.
This time, the voice became clearer, and chills and fear swept through his body again.
Xing Ze straightened up slowly, even forgetting his wand, and looked out the corridor window in horror.
There was a snowstorm outside, but he knew something was approaching.
"Sir, your wand."
Harry's voice brought Xing Ze back to his senses, and he felt like he had taken a walk in an ice cellar.
After regaining his composure for a moment, Xing Ze reached out to take the wand, squeezed out a smile and said, "Thank you, are you okay?"
This fatal episode may have left some shadows in the hearts of the three of them, but now it seems that the three of them are fine.
Perhaps, children's mental recovery speed is much faster than that of adults.
"I...I'm fine, sir, thank you." Harry thanked him nervously.
Ron on the side wiped the chocolate from the corner of his mouth and asked with a silly smile: "Sir, how did you do it? You threw him out as easily as my mother threw the mouse. This is amazing, yes
Magic?"
Benson knocked on the door with his cane and signaled Xing Ze to come out quickly. Xing Ze rubbed Ron's head and said, "Yes, physical magic. Okay, kids, let me pass."
Just when Xing Ze was about to walk out of the room, the corner of his clothes was pulled. It was Hermione. This thoughtful little girl probably noticed something.
"Sir, will we be okay?"
Xing Ze didn't know how to answer. He was stunned for a few seconds, and then said seriously: "Of course, I promise you."
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Officer Shafiq, who arrived belatedly, and Xing Ze moved Cecil into the interrogation room. It was said to be an interrogation room, but in fact it was just a single compartment in Car No. 4.
Glancing at Cecil, whose face was full of green, Xing Ze blessed: "The green bless you, brother."
"Parker, how was Bowman's interrogation?"
Benson and Officer Shafiq were talking quietly outside.
"He doesn't admit it, sir. He said there are several students who can testify for him. I haven't had time to confirm it yet."
"Give me the name, Parker, and I'll confirm it. You watch them here."
"Okay, sir." Shafiq tore a page from his notebook and handed it to Benson, "Sir, where is the front of the car?"
Benson waved his hand and said: "The situation is temporarily stable. The train conductor and Shovel are trying to repair the power module. This is not something we need to worry about."
"Do we still have the energy to open the train's protective cover?"
Xing Ze's sudden question made both Benson and Shafiq look puzzled.
All magic trains have magic shields, which can withstand many magic attacks at the cost of consuming magic power.
This is why few people in the wizarding world have the idea of taking a train, otherwise the seventh Harry Potter story would not have been written.
But it was different now. The enemy was obviously coming towards the train to offer sacrifices to the great being... No matter how much of what the madman said was true, Xing Ze really felt something strange coming from the snowstorm.