Xing Ze stretched his legs so that the cold toes of his shoes could be as close to the fire as possible, and the bright orange flames greedily licked the dry wood.
"It's getting colder and colder." He complained, huddled on the sofa and stared at the fire in trance.
Benson's notes were encrypted with a unique symbol, an encryption method invented by him and Edwin's grandfather, which was often used in their correspondence.
After experiencing the battle in Severn Valley, he was first sent to St. Mungo's for treatment, and later transferred to the International Academy of Magic to study.
With his own strong will, or hatred and unwillingness, and with the help of Edwin's grandfather, Benson successfully got rid of the pollution of the dream.
Then they became friends, or to be precise, a cooperative relationship. Benson provided Edwin's grandfather with information and information about dreams, and the latter screened and researched them.
In order to prevent the information from being leaked, the two invented this special encryption. Only those who have the comparison copy can decipher the contents of the notes.
Obviously, Xing Ze was once again regarded as a sword, a bright, shining sword. He had the key to open the door, but what was really important was not the key, but the notes and the comparison copy left by Edwin's grandfather.
So Xing Ze reached an agreement with two temporary teammates. They could copy the notes - one part at a time, once a week - and then take them away to decipher them. In this way, even if one of them was caught, they wouldn't lose much.
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The black cat by the fire stretched, and Xing Ze retracted his feet. Justice? He laughed in his heart. Is this the so-called justice?
But no matter what, even if Benson didn't involve him in these bad things, they would come to him on their own.
The black cat jumped on his knee.
"As long as you're here, I can't help but worry about these things. Right, old man?" Xing Ze reached out and scratched the black cat's head, and the latter made a pleasant rumble sound.
Compared to working alone, at least the old man left a lot of things for himself - a job that could facilitate the investigation of dreams, a free house, and an income that was not much but enough to live a stable life.
This is at least much better than starting from scratch, although these are the bargaining chips between Benson and him.
"I don't thank him, but I don't hate him either." Xing Ze glanced at Pochi, the house elf finished reading the recording crystal, "Although he lied to me, he also gave me a lot of help."
The house elf took the crystal and walked to Xing Ze, "The old master is not a bad person, he is just..."
"I believe he is not." Xing Ze waved his hand, "None of this is important now. I will not argue with the dead about right and wrong. Now, we need to decipher his notes to know what our enemy wants to do.
"Oh, no, keep the crystal, Pochi. If you miss him, you can take it out and have a look. It's okay, the important thing is the notes hidden in the fireplace, not the crystal."
The house elf gratefully hid the crystal in the pocket of his tattered shirt and asked, "Is there anything I can do to help, little master?"
"I don't know." Xing Ze stroked the black cat with his hand, "There are a lot of things to deal with tonight. I need time to digest and sort them out. I also have to confirm the authenticity of the information to make sure they are not lying to me.
"
Hearing this, Pochi asked in confusion: "But, little master, didn't you already promise that they can decipher the old master's notes?"
"A temporary solution, Porky, a temporary solution. That notebook is as thick as "History of Magic", and it's enough to keep them busy for a while."
At the same time, I have to find a way to get more information. Xing Ze thought to himself. The black cat raised his head and looked at Xing Ze, his vertical pupils tightening.
"Don't panic, old man." Xing Ze whispered, "Emergency times call for extraordinary measures. The time of swallowing your anger has passed. It's time to open the door to the truth with your fists."
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A week later, at the end of November, the weather became colder and colder.
Hogwarts is powered by magical energy, which makes every classroom as warm as spring, but some open corridors, passages and bridges are still cold and windy.
All the teachers and students in the school put on thick winter clothes, and Xing Ze was no exception.
His mother in this world was the same as his mother in the original world, always sending him a bunch of unused things when the weather changed.
"This is your third package this week." Professor Bubaji held a cup of hot cocoa and looked at Xing Ze with interest.
Xing Ze pulled out a large black and white woolen scarf from the package and frowned.
"Oh, how loving." Professor Bubaji laughed, "Did your mother knit it?"
Xing Ze pulled up the sign on the scarf.
"Well, this can be regarded as a kind of intention." The professor changed his words.
"But I never use a scarf." Xing Ze put the things into the ring, "She knows clearly, but she gives me one every few years."
At this point, the mothers of the two worlds are exactly the same.
"I can't blame her." Ben interjected, "You know, my grandmother, even now, sends me sweaters she knitted by herself every Christmas, and most of them are grass green.
"She is a devout Celtic witch. She believes that the new mistletoe can bring good luck, so she likes green very much. But I don't like it. Who likes such a single color? I am not Irish."
"Green bless you, brother!" Xing Ze raised his tea cup and shouted.
Ben's cheeks twitched a few times, and he frowned and asked, "Why does your blessing sound so weird?"
Xing Ze glanced at his watch, stood up, patted Ben on the shoulder and said, "Don't be so suspicious. This is a beautiful blessing."
After saying that, he left the office and walked quickly towards the teaching area.
It was a remote corridor, and not many students would choose to go down this way unless they were required to attend Defense Against the Dark Arts classes.
Normally, Ali Shafiq would be the last one to leave the classroom, and she would stay for about ten minutes to answer some questions from students.
And today is no exception. Besides, Barrow Foley will be here within these ten minutes.
If he comes from the Charms classroom, it will take him about eight minutes. If he comes from the Charms office, it will only take about five minutes. This is the result of Xing Ze's recent observation.
When the figure appeared, Xing Ze looked at his watch. This time Barrow Foley took five minutes. Obviously he had no class this morning.
If someone said that Barrow Foley was like a dog, Xing Ze would not object. This metaphor is very apt and vivid.
The moment he saw Xing Ze, the smile that originally filled his face immediately disappeared, and the flower protector rushed to Xing Ze like a fierce dog.