Mr.R only sat up again after his headache came. At this time, Xing Ze had passed the most painful moment. His eyes wandered around Xing Ze, probably looking for something amiss. But
Unfortunately, he couldn't find it.
The young man in front of him seemed to be wearing a suit of armor, blocking out all his doubts. He had to convince himself that this foreigner from the East might really be an upright and kind-hearted warrior who saved a train with his selfless actions.
people.
Perhaps this is what Benson likes about him. Mr.R took a deep breath, returned to his usual appearance, and said: "Okay, Xing Ze, the boring process is over, let's talk about something useful.
Bar."
Xing Ze felt that the other party's tone was obviously much kinder. He understood that he had passed the diagnosis, but he still asked in surprise: "So, I passed?"
"No, it's not over yet, but at least we can be sure that you are not the enemy." Mr. R waved his magic wand, causing three crystals to fly to different locations, forming a recording point with no blind spots.
Have we finally gotten to the point? Xing Ze secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking about how much useful information he could get, and how much of this information could provide him with clues to return to Earth.
"Before we start chatting, I must reintroduce myself." Mr. R said as he took out a notebook from the drawer, "We are the Key Room under the Department of Mysteries. You must have never heard of this name.
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Having said this, he threw the book towards Xing Ze, "It should be said that not many people know about our existence, not even Rufus Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror Office."
Xing Ze found that the three words "Key to the Door" were written on the black cover of the book, and there was a strange pattern below the words, which was exactly the same as the book he saw on the table before.
"Hide it, friend." Mr. R reminded, "That is our database. You can check some necessary things in it. I will tell you the opening spell later."
"Are you recruiting me?" Xing Ze asked.
"Recruitment? Oh, no, you have already been involved in it." Mr. R grinned, "Since you accepted to monitor Dumbledore, you have become one of us."
"I didn't know anything at that time."
Mr.R blinked and said: "We have always done a good job in keeping secrets. You must have heard the rumors about the 'locked room' in the Department of Mysteries."
Xing Ze nodded. Even few people in the Department of Mysteries knew what that room was used for. There were countless rumors about it, but most of them were just for people to talk about after dinner.
"That's our office. If you want to go in, bring a book. The symbols on it are the keys to the door."
Xing Ze raised his eyebrows and said, "Sir, I haven't said I want to join you yet."
"That's the problem." Mr. R's face twitched slightly, "We are not a volunteer organization. We can come when we want and leave when we want. Of course, if you insist on leaving, my friend..."
He pointed his wand at Xing Ze, "For the safety of the organization, we can only let you disappear from this world."
"So this is compulsory enlistment." Xing Ze sneered.
"Don't be so pessimistic, Xing Ze. Look at your previous jobs, repairing glass, repairing sculptures, and repairing pools. Are young people like you willing to remain unknown for the rest of your life?"
"At least glass, pools and sculptures won't kill me."
"Don't be stupid, my friend." Mr. R picked up the cup and took a sip. This young man was simply arrogant and rude.
What does he want to do? Negotiate terms with the Chamber of Keys? Hell, doesn't he know that there are a lot of senior Aurors outside the door trying to get into the Department of Mysteries?
Mr. R continued to persuade: "Do you know what it means to join the Department of Mysteries? It means that you can have access to more advanced magic and obtain more advanced magic shaping..."
"Will my salary increase?"
"What did you say?" Mr. R thought he heard wrongly, "Of course."
"Then I'll join." Xing Ze agreed.
Like a noisy pheasant being grabbed by the throat, Mr.R felt a heavy breath in his chest. God, this man is simply unreasonable. He muttered in his heart, money, he actually values it.
It's money!
But when he thought that this young man came from the backward East, he immediately felt relieved. Greedy Eastern wizards, they were indeed like this, with no vision or glory to speak of.
He suppressed the disgust in his heart and said: "Very well, my friend, let us continue."
Naturally, Xing Ze did not miss the rich expression on the other party's face. He was happy to do so. If he agreed to join too easily, it would arouse suspicion. Many times, valuable help is more reassuring than priceless help.
Rather than letting the other party think of himself as a just person, it is better to let him think of himself as a greedy wizard. People are always like this, they like to expose the shortcomings of others, but turn a blind eye to the advantages.
But it was not enough. Mr. R was not an easy person to be deceived. Xing Ze knew that the sudden change would only arouse more suspicion from the other party. He also needed to push himself. He was waiting for the opportunity.
"Please wait a moment, sir." He interrupted politely, "Why did you choose me?" He seemed to be asking this question all the time lately.
"Ah, about this." Mr. R lowered his head and looked at the blackthorn wand, "Benson recommended you."
"Benson?" Xing Ze searched for all the information about Benson Price in his memory. He was sure that he had not known this person before.
Seeing Xing Ze's confused look, Mr.R patiently explained: "He went to your country when he was young and was friends with your grandmother and grandfather."
The world is so small. Xing Ze sighed in his heart.
"In addition..." Mr. R tried to pick up the blackthorn wand with his hand, but the wand automatically popped out of his hand. "The blackthorn wand can only truly integrate with its owner after experiencing dangers and difficulties together."
One. Once this is achieved, the wand becomes its owner's most loyal servant. It will exclude anyone unless given by its original owner."
"I see." Xing Ze nodded, "So Benson, he is also from the Key Hall?"
"It's natural. He is an excellent secret keeper. He was already sitting in this position when I was a young boy."
"So, our job is to spy on Dumbledore and Hogwarts, like those peeping toms? Well, at least they can still watch, but we are watching an old man."
"Don't put it in such a bad way, friend, this is just one of our jobs." Mr. R's wand was cocked.
The crystal located directly in front of Xing Ze emitted a ray of light. Like a projector in a cinema, several three-dimensional figures appeared in front of him.
Dunn Eric, Colm Cecil, and Bowman Lister. Xing Ze recognized the first three people in his mind, all of whom were related to the train attack.
When he saw the fourth person, he twitched slightly. He had familiar black hair and a familiar aquiline nose. He was Severus Snape.