In one breath, Xing Ze thought a lot. He had enough ability to use Apparition to escape from here again. There was no need to die with this group of unknown people.
Yes, he is so kind and righteous that he still wants to live and find a way to return to the earth and his parents. However, the desperate faces of the children on the train linger in his heart.
In the end, he sighed heavily. He might never be a good detective because he was bound by too many worldly morals.
Xing Ze handed the train conductor to Reko, as if he had made up his mind: "I'll lure it away, and you can take the opportunity to get in the car."
These words made the usually calm Edwin frown, and she screamed: "You are committing suicide."
"If you have time to question me, you might as well leave quickly." Xing Ze urged.
Reko took over the conductor and said with rare seriousness: "He's right, Edwin, we have to go, that guy is here."
"Damn it!" the female scholar cursed, carrying most of the train conductor's weight, "That bastard is an intelligent creature, and it will definitely choose an easy target."
Xing Ze waved his magic wand and raised his lips slightly: "Don't worry, it has enough reasons to come to me."
Novel Ke's leg was blown off, and most of his face and half of his body were blown off. Light blue blood continued to flow from those hideous wounds. Like an enraged bull, it went straight to Xing Ze without any injuries.
Pay attention to Edwin and Reko.
Xing Ze was also running, praying in his heart that the distress signal had been sent and that the legendary wizard could come to help. He felt that the amplitude of the ground under his feet was getting stronger and stronger, and the monster was approaching, and it wanted to take back his magic power.
.
He ran up a small slope. His physical strength had reached its limit. Without the magic protection, he could not run too far on the snow.
The wind and snow gradually subsided, and the dark clouds in the sky were dispersing. The young wizard recited a spell and turned the huge magic power absorbed by the wand into red light and shot it at the monster.
…
In the early morning, Professor McGonagall walked out of her office thoughtfully. She walked along the corridor and stopped when she passed the central courtyard.
People from the church! She shouted with disgust in her heart, and the expression on her face became even more ugly.
In the courtyard, several priests in white robes were checking the students who escaped last night. Monks in gray robes stood at every fork in the road. They stood ready, holding various weapons made of meteorite, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
appearance.
There were two Aurors hovering over the courtyard. They held their wands tightly and the expressions on their faces were not good either.
"Look, those white robes and gray robes are almost considering this their home!" the professor muttered angrily, turned around and continued forward. Hogwarts had set up an anti-Apparition spell, so she had to walk to the principal.
The long journey made her think about many things.
The first thing she remembered was the look of despair and terror on the children's faces, which was the first sight she saw after opening the train door. Then she recalled the twisted corpses on the snow and the faces on the corpses.
Weird smile.
Then she thought about the monster mentioned in conductor Balk's frantic murmurs and the two dead people in Car No. 4, one of whom was a wanted criminal. The other, according to the staff, was previously a machine on the train.
work.
Finally, she turned her thoughts back to the church. She didn't know when those people arrived. Things had kept the teachers at Hogwarts busy last night.
They first transferred the passengers and students to the village of New Ravenska, and the Ministry of Magic staff who arrived belatedly took over the follow-up work. Yes, they were always late.
After a series of inspections and interrogations, the children were sent to Hogwarts. Of course, the matter was not over yet. The Ministry of Magic was not good at it, but they were masters of red tape. They sent people to seal off the school and planned to take further measures.
detailed investigation.
She remembered that she returned to the office at two o'clock in the morning. The Ministry of Magic required teachers who went to the scene to write a detailed report about the scene, but she fell asleep ten minutes after picking up the pen. The church may have been there.
Entering the school.
When the corridor came to the end, Professor McGonagall pulled her thoughts back because she needed to make a simple choice.
Walk from the Central Tower, enter the Observatory, cross the suspension bridge and you will reach Gryffindor Tower, then take the spiral staircase to reach the Headmaster's Office. Or walk from Ravencra Tower, cross the stone bridge, and take the spiral staircase from the Quadrangle.
Go to the principal's office.
But no matter which path you choose, you still need to walk for a while. Professor McGonagall often questions why she chose this office in the first place. It is too far from the teaching area and the principal's office.
What's more, she is no longer young, and even staying up all night has become a problem.
She took a few steps forward and transformed into a tabby cat. Then she jumped up the steps leading to the black tower so lightly. She knew a shortcut to the teaching area, but it was only for cats.
At 8:23 in the morning, Professor McGonagall confirmed the time. Dumbledore liked to change the password to the Headmaster's Office, sometimes even changing it at various times throughout the day.
"Lemon ice cream." She said the correct password, the stone beast began to rotate slowly, and the professor walked up the steps that appeared.
Dumbledore was not alone in the headmaster's office, Severus Snape was also there, and Professor McGonagall was not too surprised.
"Good morning, Professor." Dumbledore greeted her, with tired eyes. It was obvious that he had not slept all night.
"It's not exactly a pleasant morning," complained Professor McGonagall. "There are a lot of strangers in the school."
"Relax," Dumbledore advised calmly, "They are just doing their jobs."
Professor McGonagall frowned and said: "The children suffered enough last night, there is no need to suffer anymore. People from the Ministry of Magic have checked it, not to mention that the monster did not approach the train."
"We should treat this matter with caution." Snape, standing in the shadows, interjected.
"I thought you hated church people, Professor Snape?"
"I hate the Church, very much!" Snape affirmed, "However, compared to the Ministry of Magic, their detection methods are more accurate and efficient."
"I agree." Professor McGonagall nodded and turned to Dumbledore, "Speaking of the Ministry of Magic, is there any news from the search and rescue team?"
"As far as I know, not yet." The principal stood up and walked to the window. "They haven't even found the monster's body yet."
"Really?" McGonagall said with an expression that she had already guessed. "I guess if the young man who lured away the monster was a white-skinned man, they would have worked harder. But no matter what, Dumbledore, he was also Hugo.
Gwartz’s student, not to mention that he is here to be a lecturer this time.”
"Of course I know, dear professor." Dumbledore's gaze kept wandering outside the window, as if there was something big and strange happening outside. "Of course I know, have the couriers been sent out?"
"Yes, they have all been sent out," Snape replied.
Dumbledore then withdrew his gaze and said, "Professor McGonagall, just wait for news from the owls. If that brave young man is still alive, they will find him."
"That's not possible." Professor McGonagall pushed up her glasses, "I plan to go find him personally. Don't use the search and rescue team to prevaricate me anymore, Dumbledore. I gave them a chance. They searched for most of the night. Look.
Look what they got?"
"No, Professor." Dumbledore waved his hand, "There are still a lot of things in the school that you need to deal with."
"For Merlin's sake, Dumbledore. I wrote a letter asking him to come. If I hadn't written, he wouldn't have gotten on that train at all."
"You shouldn't blame yourself for that, Professor, he did what any decent person would do."
"At least let me recover his body."
"Forgive me for not being able to promise you, dear professor, there are other important things that you need to do right now."