Benson sat down unceremoniously opposite Xing Ze. He sighed a few words because of the comfort and put his hat on his leg, but the delicate cane was just transferred to his other hand.
This small gesture did not escape Xing Ze's eyes. After he sat down, Benson said: "Mr. Xing Ze..."
"Just call me Xing Ze, no need to be so polite."
"Okay, if you don't mind. Well, Xing Ze, I don't agree with what you just said. Not everyone is hostile to you."
"Yeah?"
Xing Ze was deeply suspicious of this. Judging from his memory, he did not live a good life in this world.
The Magic Maintenance Department? Oh, come on, that is a department that has almost no sense of existence. Before Xing Ze entered, the youngest employee was almost fifty years old.
What's more, the salary of forty galleons a month is far lower than that of other people in the same department, and even lower than that of new employees in other departments.
God knows how in this world I managed to work conscientiously for three years in such an environment.
What's worse, he even accepted a secret mission from the Department of Mysteries - to spy on Hogwarts and Dumbledore.
The British Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore have had a long-standing feud, which is well known to everyone.
Long before Grindelwald's uprising, the Ministry of Magic began to continuously send personnel to monitor Dumbledore, firstly to investigate the relationship between Dumbledore and Grindelwald, and secondly to prevent Dumbledore and Grindelwald from joining forces.
This well-known mage is like an extremely unstable nuclear bomb to the British Ministry of Magic. With such a power that cannot be completely controlled, people will always be hostile and suspicious.
But the main reason is still fear. The World Magic Council does not want to see a second Grindelwald.
Therefore, after the first Dark Lord was sent to prison, Dumbledore's good days also came to an end. The Department of Mysteries formed a secret team to secretly monitor the world's number one wizard.
As for why Xing Ze, who is not even an Auror, was sent to monitor the situation, the Department of Mysteries did not give a clear answer.
This is purely a suicide mission. Not to mention Dumbledore's superb Legilimency, the old mage's rich life experience alone is enough to see through Xing Ze's little thoughts.
Besides, the teachers at Hogwarts are also full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, especially the Potions Professor who wants to use a bottle of Veritaserum on everyone.
A gentle cough interrupted Xing Ze's thoughts, and he raised his eyes to look at the old man in front of him.
"You are in a daze, sir." Benson said, with that polite smile still on his face.
Xing Ze nodded generously and reached out to wipe away the fog on the window glass, "I'm not used to taking trains, and it's still in this weather."
The snow outside was unnervingly heavy, and although it was not yet six o'clock, it was pitch black and visibility was very low.
"The weather is indeed abnormal." Benson agreed, "But what is even more abnormal is that we have lost contact with the outside world."
"What did you say? Lost contact? What do you mean?"
Benson stretched his legs and adjusted his sitting position. "The magic telegraph has lost its signal, and the only door key on the train cannot be used. Plus this snowstorm..."
He did not continue talking, because judging from Xing Ze's expression, the young man obviously realized the seriousness of the situation.
"It's worse than I thought." Xing Ze sighed. He had expected something must have happened on the train, but he didn't expect it to be so serious.
If the train cannot reach the village of Novi Ravenska, then they may be trapped in the snowstorm.
Benson looked at Xing Ze meaningfully, feeling that the young man in front of him seemed to know something.
"Can't you try the weather spell?"
The old gentleman took a deep breath and said, "Almost no one can change a snowstorm of this scale. If we can contact the main station and Hogwarts, there is some hope."
Xing Ze quietly touched his wand and then asked: "So, old gentleman, why do you want to tell me such important information?"
"Haha, young man, there are only two endings." Benson put away his smile, "You are the source of all these visions, or you are just a small employee of the Ministry of Magic."
Xing Ze tightened the wand in his hand, "So do you think I am the former or the latter?"
"I prefer to believe that you are the latter. Tell me, young man, if you have never been to other carriages, how did you detect the strangeness of the train?"
It shouldn't be said that he noticed it from the fact that he was poisoned to death. Xing Ze thought for a while and said: "Ms. Rebecca, she has been here before, and I think her look and tone are a bit strange.
"
"Only this?"
"Believe it or not, old gentleman."
Benson's face was uncertain, and he was considering whether to believe this young man.
The silence lasted for a long time, until the smile returned to the old gentleman's face.
"Okay, I believe you for now."
Xing Ze exhaled a long breath, and the tense atmosphere in the carriage made him breathless.
"I am extremely honored to have your trust."
"Oh no, young man, don't be too happy too soon." Benson stood up and straightened his clothes, "From now on, you have to follow me, we need all the manpower."
"But……"
"No, no, don't refuse me. You said you were willing to help. We are all from the Ministry of Magic."
Damn old fox. Xing Ze cursed in his mind. He simply packed up, picked up his briefcase and followed Benson out of the carriage.
"Where are we going?" Xing Ze asked.
"Go to compartment 4-A. I have something I want to show you."
After a while, the two arrived at compartment No. 4-A. The sight in front of them made Xing Ze's heart sink.
The compartment was in a mess. A bloated middle-aged man collapsed on the seat. His face was pale and his lips were black. He was obviously dead.
"Next time you want me to see the body, you'd better warn me."
Benson leaned on his cane with both hands and replied unapologetically: "Don't be so pretentious, Xing Ze, maybe this was done by you."
"You can really joke, old man!" Xing Ze glared at Benson, "Did you die of poisoning?"
"Yes, poison, Spider's Kiss, an undetectable poison."
Undetectable poison? Xing Ze searched for information about this name in his memory.
He remembered that when he was a student at Hogwarts in this world, Professor Snape had asked them to write a paper on unfathomable poisons.
Spider's Kiss is one of the unfathomable poisons. There is very little information about it, and there are also different opinions on how to refine this poison.
The only thing that can be determined is that the poison requires at least three months of cooking time. The success rate is extremely low, so it is extremely precious.
"Where is the source of the poison?"
Benson did not reply, but pointed to the glass of wine on the table.