Xing Ze woke up again. This time, he was no longer groggy, and the weakness in his body disappeared. Although there was still some discomfort in his throat, it did not affect his normal voice.
The first thing he did when he woke up was to look for the weird irregular sphere.
Before traveling back in time, Xing Ze was a private detective investigating several bizarre death cases. Just when the case was getting closer, he was betrayed by his informant and fell into the trap of a cultist, and was shot three times in a row.
He fell into the river and died.
And that unsettling sphere - what the cultists call the Shining Trapezohedron - was the only clue he had before his death.
"That thing is unclean," Xing Ze recalled the warning of an occultist he visited during his lifetime, "Be careful, young man, it has magic power, the magic power that brings misfortune and death. I advise you to still
It would have been better to throw it away sooner."
Of course, Xing Ze, who was born among flowers and grew up under a red flag, sneered at this feudal and superstitious thought. Therefore, he paid a heavy price for his ignorance and recklessness.
Fortunately, God gave him another chance to be reborn. Or maybe it was the strange sphere that brought him here, but no matter what, since he is still alive, he has to find a way to return to Earth again.
.
He is worried about his family, and he is afraid that those crazy cultists will attack his family.
When he thought of this, Xing Ze's thoughts became chaotic. He took a deep breath and stood up from his seat.
After spending a few minutes calming down his complicated mood, Xing Ze began to sort out the memories that had been poured into his mind.
The past has become a fact, and there is no point in dwelling on it. Focusing on the present is the most important thing.
Whether it was luck or misfortune, he traveled back to the magical world. Yes, he had the same name, the same ordinary appearance, the same height of 1.78 meters, and the same lack of any luck with women.
But the difference is that I am only twenty-three years old in this world, which is seven years younger than myself on Earth.
In addition, he is also an employee of the Magic Maintenance and Maintenance Department of the British Ministry of Magic, and is considered a public official.
"Dong dong dong."
The sudden knock on the door made Xing Ze stop thinking. He straightened his clothes and reached out to open the compartment door.
Outside the door was a lady in her fifties, wearing a pink spotted shirt and a knitted burgundy sleeveless sweater.
"Oh, sir, I hope I didn't disturb you."
Xing Ze found information about this woman in his memory—Mrs. Rebecca, who was the catering manager on the train and was also responsible for managing the snack trolley.
Xing Ze is not familiar with the plot of Harry Potter. After all, it was his childhood reading, and many details and plots have long been forgotten.
Fortunately, he has the memory of Xing Ze in this world, otherwise he, a wizard, might not even know a basic spell.
"Of course not, Lady Rebecca, what's the matter?"
"The weather has become bad, sir." Lady Rebecca put away her friendly smile, "The train will stay in Ravenska Village for a while, and I'm afraid it will be delayed."
"Huh?" Xing Ze turned to look out the window. Just as Mrs. Rebecca said, there was a heavy snowstorm outside. Such abnormal weather made Xing Ze thoughtful.
"I hope this will not cause you any trouble, dear sir. Such sudden changes in weather are rare." Mrs. Rebecca's tone was sincerely apologetic.
Xing Ze regained his original look and replied with a smile: "Don't worry, Mrs. Rebecca. Is there anything I can do to help?"
A smile appeared on the old woman's face again. She waved her hand and said, "Oh, thank you for your kindness. Everything is under control."
As she spoke, Mrs. Rebecca clapped her hands, and the temperature in the carriage immediately rose.
"Do you need me to clear away the tableware for you?" the old woman asked, pointing to the empty plates and wine glasses on the table.
"No, no, I want to drink the remaining half glass of mead."
"Okay, sir, if you have any other needs, just ring the bell. I wish you a pleasant journey."
After Mrs. Rebecca left, Xing Ze sat back in his seat. The magical magic heated the cushion and the temperature was just right. However, his heart at this time was like the sky outside, filled with clouds.
A September snowstorm, any normal person knows how rare this is in England, and there must be something wrong if something goes wrong.
Mrs. Rebecca tried her best to remain calm, but as a private detective, Xing Ze still felt her unnatural tone when she mentioned the weather and train conditions.
However, the most important thing right now is not the condition of the train, nor the raging snowstorm outside, but finding out who poisoned "Xing Ze".
Yes, the self in this world is dead, otherwise Xing Ze would not be able to occupy his body. The cause of death is very simple, poisoning, and the source of the poison is the glass of honey wine on the table.
Xing Ze carefully picked up the wine glass, leaned over and smelled it. The unique sweet aroma of mead spread in his nose, but there was also a faint fishy smell in it. If he hadn't paid special attention to it, the fishy smell would have almost disappeared.
Unnoticeable.
Xing Ze doesn't like drinking, and he doesn't have much research on alcohol culture. However, according to the memory of "Xing Ze" in this world, no matter what kind of mead it is, whether it is fermented, distilled or prepared, there should be no such thing.
A fishy smell.
"It seems that someone doesn't want me to go to Hogwarts." Xing Ze put down his cup and muttered carefully.
He took out the wand from his briefcase based on his memory. It was a wand made of peach wood and unicorn tail hair. The previous owner did not pursue powerful magical energy, but worked hard on stability.
Xing Ze cast a "Searching Spell" and a "Flying Spell" on the documents on the table. The spell was cast quite smoothly. The two letters quickly flew to him. It seemed that the wand did not repel the new owner.
Xing Ze, who was trying magic for the first time, didn't feel much excitement and joy. He continued to cast a "Quick Cleaning Spell" and swept all other documents on the table into his briefcase.
The brown leather briefcase is specially provided by the British Ministry of Magic and is standard for every Ministry of Magic employee. It has been cast with a simple "invisible expansion spell", and the interior space is about the size of a small garage.
Two letters come from different places, one of which is from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, with a classic white envelope and a red wax seal.
Xing Ze remembered that this was a letter of appointment, and the content in it was roughly that the Hogwarts Board of Directors agreed that he should teach at the school.
There is another letter, which Xing Ze has not checked yet. It comes from the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic. The gray envelope does not have any markings that can identify its source.
Xing Ze thought for a while, then recited a rather complicated spell towards the mysterious letter.
After reciting the incantation, the letter shell opened automatically, and a white letter came out from inside.