"He was entered into a dream by magic." Nathan, the owner sitting next to Xing Ze, explained to Alfred, "Powerful magic, that cultist is very powerful, and even affected me."
"But I didn't feel anything." The young Auror looked puzzled.
Kathleen poured some black potion into Xing Ze's mouth, "That's because your spiritual vision is not enough. This is a good sign, which proves that you are not crazy yet and your sanity is still normal."
As the carriage shook violently, Catherine stabilized the unconscious Xing Ze, "In addition, the opponent's magician was oriented. His original target was this young man, and the casting medium was this dagger."
Nathanael reached out and took the dagger, looked at it carefully, then frowned and said, "It's him, isn't it?"
"I think so." The old lady nodded with a deep face. She looked completely different from before. If she hadn't made a cold joke from time to time, Alfred would have thought she was being used.
Soul curse.
The young Auror interrupted again: "Can you stop muteing?"
"It's none of your business, kid, it's our private matter." The bishop replied rudely, then turned to Catherine and asked, "How sure are you?"
"There are very few people who can possess this ability, not to mention that the dagger is in your hand."
Nathanael's fingers wandered over the dagger, "That happened almost ten years ago, right?"
"Eleven years."
The conversation between the two left Alfred confused, so he asked simply and clearly: "Can he be saved?"
The bishop shook his head, "There is not much hope. If our guess is correct, the spell caster also killed one of my colleagues. I admit that this kid is very good, but the ability to make a bishop lose himself in a dream is obviously against him.
No."
Hearing this, a trace of gloom flashed across Aldred's face. He sighed in annoyance and looked at Xing Ze, who was in a coma. His plan to create a hero seemed to have come to nothing.
…
"You found the fragments, and the Invisible Church found the fragments of the Book of Ebon. And similarly, both of you wanted to find out how to create a perfect body, so you started cooperation."
Mendes showed some approval in his eyes, "Very good, very good, messenger. I was once worried that this cooperation would bring unnecessary trouble. After all, people from the Invisible Church have close contact with Death Eaters, and Death Eaters
Disciples are like flies in clear soup.
"Even in their heyday, I had no intention of cooperating with them. These people are crazy people. They follow the theory of blood and race, which is completely contrary to us."
"I don't see any difference. In comparison, I think they are safer. After all, if I join you, I have to worry about whether my companions will eat me that day."
"This is pure prejudice, Xing Ze." Harvey fell from the sky, like an angel descending from the world, "We treat everyone equally, and everyone has the opportunity to ascend. And those who lost the opportunity can only prove that
They are born unqualified.
"This is not contempt for them, nor is it blasphemy against them. Their sacrifices were not in vain, at least they live in our bodies. And we, the chosen ones, will take them to witness the arrival of the new world.
.”
"For the sake of Merlin and God, this is the first time I've heard someone speak so righteously about killing fellow students. I think you should really publish a book."
Mendes was not angry at Xing Ze's words. On the contrary, he was very calm. He had probably heard the same words countless times.
"A lot of people have the same views as you." He said, "I just think they are stupid, but that's normal. Not everyone is born with such great ideas. But it doesn't matter, you will understand, this is
That's why He brought you here."
"I don't agree with this. I came here based on clues."
"Oh, don't be complacent, Xing Ze. Haven't you noticed? We have many opportunities to kill you. Remember that time in the forest? My men could have blown your head off on the spot.
"Have you ever thought about why? Yes, we have been giving you opportunities, giving you opportunities to finally stand here. This is not your investigation, but His will. We all know that eventually you will be here
, come here and face me face to face."
Xing Ze frowned, tightened the octahedron in his hand, and did not reply.
The corners of Mendez's mouth raised slightly, like a general returning from a victorious battle, "Accept your fate, messenger. Otherwise, you will die meaninglessly like those predecessors in the abyss. And he will find another one."
A substitute.
"You have to understand, Xing Ze, you are not the only one, nor are you irreplaceable. You are nothing now, just an inhuman monster."
"Hell, I'm going to cry just talking about it, but let's discuss the meaning of my existence later. Let's continue our previous topic and tell me what the hell you are doing."
"Are you sure? This will take a lot of time. I don't think you can last that long." Mendes gestured.
Xing Ze raised his right hand and looked at it. The skin on his right hand was peeling off little by little, and the muscles under the skin were shining with colorful colors.
"Then tell me quickly." He put away his right hand and said to Mendes, "I don't think you want to go back with a neon sign in the end."
…
John and Reko walked out of the classroom. Reko looked at the sky outside and asked with some uncertainty: "Am I hallucinating, or did you see it too?"
"Blue sky." John grinned, "fuck it, we won, we f*cking survived."
"Thanks Merlin." Reko let out a long breath, "I was wondering why Scrimgeour's rescue team hasn't arrived yet? Did you send the signal?"
"Of course, with the flashing torch signal, I also had a call with them. Logically speaking, they should be here."
"That's strange," said the poet. "So far, except for those four madmen, I haven't seen any other support."
"How much magic do you still have?"
"If you can't support it, I'll use Apparition."
"Me too." John took out the wine bottle and drank the best sip, "Then we can only wait here and then rescue."
On the other side, the town center.
Because the red shield disappeared, the wizards were able to use phantom appearance, which undoubtedly helped to suppress them. Most of the monsters in the dream were left to the monks of the church to deal with, and they were happy to do so.
Everything is proceeding in an orderly manner, and Amelia Bones estimates that they will be able to end this farce in less than an hour.