"Ah - that explains it." Dr. Weber suddenly realized.
"Explain what?"
"The bullet penetrated your magic robe, sir. Although your robe is not a high-end product, it should have a magic protection charm. Generally speaking, Muggle weapons can rarely cause such serious damage."
"so?"
Weber put away the box and continued the treatment, "Bullets, sir, the bullets fired at you were soaked in holy water and contained the ashes of saints. These things can affect the magic structure and thereby destroy the magic."
"It's the church's exorcism bullet." Xing Ze's frown deepened.
Why is the church chasing me? Xing Ze is puzzled. Did Bishop Andrea lie to him? Opposition within the church?
"But I don't understand." Weber said, "The church and we have reached an alliance after the First World War. Except for dark wizards, they rarely pursue wizards so blatantly. Are you a dark wizard, sir?"
"Of course not, you saw my work ID." Xing Ze curled his lips.
"I think so. If necessary, I have to report this to the Ministry of Magic. I don't want to be shot by a fanatical believer when I get home."
A few minutes later, Weber completed the treatment, and Xing Ze's right shoulder was repaired. Except for some pain, it was no different from before.
Healing magic is one of the most profound magics. In addition to good potions, herbalism and charms, it also requires proficiency in Latin and even runes.
Because most medical spells are written in Latin, and advanced spells are written in runes. Moreover, even if you graduate from Hogwarts with straight A's, you still have to undergo several years of training at St. Mungo's Hospital.
rigorous training.
"Are you sure you don't need me to report it to the Ministry of Magic?" Webber asked again before Xing Ze left.
"No." Xing Ze shook his head, "He won't have another chance."
…
Xing Ze returned to his dormitory at three o'clock in the morning. He saw a document stuffed under the door, which was the information on the Avery family that Cedric had obtained.
He let out a long breath, opened the door and walked in. The bed was calling him, but Xing Ze knew that he would not be able to fall into its arms tonight.
Early the next morning, Xing Ze was awakened by a rhythmic knock on the door. He suddenly woke up from the table and looked around blankly. When his eyes fell on the messy information on the table, he woke up.
The knock on the door rang again, Xing Ze patted his face, got up and went to open the door.
"Wow, did you have a nightmare, Mr. Unsung Hero?" Henry Bachert asked with his characteristic melancholy voice.
"Maybe, I think I took a nap."
Bakht walked into the house and saw the messy desk at first sight: "It looks like it will be a long night."
"It's so long that you can't imagine." Xing Ze sat on the sofa exhausted, "The water and tea are by the fireplace. If you need it, please help yourself."
"I drank it while eating breakfast. If you don't mind, you can share with me what happened last night."
"Looking for material for your book, Mr. Bakht?"
"Well - I don't think I mentioned to you that I'm writing a book."
"Ben told me."
"Oh, Ben." Bakht showed a charming smile, "Of course, of course, I should have mentioned it to him, um - have you?"
Xing Ze tapped his forehead with his fingers, and the pain in his right shoulder was greatly relieved. Weber's medicines were very effective, but they seemed to have no effect on headaches.
"What on earth are you here for? Mr. Bakht, are you just here to chat?"
"Of course not." Bakht leaned against the fireplace, "I brought you some good news, which may relieve your headache."
"Keep talking."
"I tested the red candies you gave me. It's very interesting. In addition to the basic hallucinogenic herbs, datura, fly mushrooms, marijuana, and bala bala." Bakht shook his head, "I won't go into details one by one.
As I said, this is not the point, the point is that it contains human tissue."
"Human body what?"
"Well - you can simply understand it as human flesh, or human internal organs."
"What?" Xing Ze woke up almost instantly. He sat upright, "Why do they add this kind of thing to hallucinogens to increase the taste?"
"There is a theory, sir. They say that cannibalism is not in human genes, otherwise it will make the cannibals lose their minds. Of course, those hallucinogenic herbs will do the same, but cannibalism, well, that will be faster.
.”
Xing Ze stood up and guessed uncertainly: "You mean, these drug criminals still want to make people crazy, why? Send everyone to a mental hospital, then who will support their cause?"
"This is your problem." Bakht left the fireplace, "I have completed your commission, Mr. Unknown Hero, when will you complete yours?"
"Give me a little more time, Bakht. I need to complete some things. If I'm lucky, I can probably solve it today. By then..."
"Wait." Bakht stretched out his hand to stop Xing Ze, "I don't mind waiting a few more days, but you should give me some reward, right? Tell me, sir, what's bothering you?"
Xing Ze sighed. He really didn't want to talk about the past if necessary, but the other party was very sincere and it only took one day to test the red candies. This efficiency was enough to make the lazy guys at the Magic Research Association commit suicide in shame.
He thought for a long time and finally replied as if he had compromised: "It's a girl."
"Ah~ it's always about women, isn't it? A hero always has a woman by his side." There was a hint of horror in Bakht's smile, "Is it your wife?"
"Let the story remain suspenseful, Bakht. Well, I have to wash up. Today will be another busy day."
"I like suspense, but I don't like stories without results." Bakht took out a bottle of bright red potion from his pocket, "I prepared a little gift for you, it can help you regain some energy. Then I wish you a happy life
day."
Xing Ze glanced at the potion and was about to say thanks when Bakht had already opened the door and walked out. His steps were brisk and he didn't even make a sound.
Before heading to Knockturn Alley, Xing Ze took a moment to clean himself up and then forced himself to eat some food. He didn't feel hungry, but he knew that healing of wounds requires energy.
After finishing the meal, he dubiously drank the bottle of red potion. After the potion slid down his throat, it began to burn. Finally, they dissipated in the stomach and were then sent to Xing Ze's body along the blood vessels.
The fatigue of staying up late and the weakness of the injury disappeared in an instant. Xing Ze felt that he was full of energy. He could even run around Hogwarts a few times.
Before his energy dissipated, Xing Ze returned to his dormitory to sort out the last bit of information, then took his notes and everything he needed and headed towards Snape's office. He still had to verify some things to connect the clues together.