"Who? Harry what?" the conductor asked doubtfully.
"Haven't you heard of it? Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived."
Hearing this, Benson touched his chin thoughtfully, and the conductor walked to the desk and turned over the passenger list.
Taking advantage of this gap, Xing Ze pulled out the stopper of the jar, and a pungent smell suddenly hit his face.
"What the hell!?" Xing Ze cursed in a low voice, holding back his nausea and taking a closer look.
The little liquid left in the jar had the smell of overcooked cabbage, which was very uncomfortable. However, this smell was somewhat familiar to Xing Ze. He was sure that he must have smelled it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
Got up.
"Potter, it's him, Harry Potter, James and Lily's child!" The train conductor's voice interrupted Xing Ze's thoughts.
Benson's face turned gloomy again, and he reluctantly guessed: "If that's the case, then all this is caused by the corpse eaters."
Then, he turned to Xing Ze and said, "Well done, Xing Ze, you seem to have found the key point."
Is this a compliment? Xing Ze looked at Benson's gloomy face and didn't feel the other person's joy at all.
However, he didn't expect to be praised. His guess was based entirely on knowing the plot of the original work. In fact, it couldn't stand up to scrutiny at all.
The most favorable evidence is that Harry Potter is still alive. If the corpse eaters had targeted Harry at the beginning, he would have been a corpse by now.
"Which car is he in, Balk?" Benson asked the conductor.
"Compartment 2-F." Xing Ze answered the question for the train conductor.
Benson picked up his cane and stood up from his seat. He gestured to Xing Ze and said, "Let's go, Xing Ze, let's visit the boy who survived."
There won't be many clues from Harry. The reason why Xing Ze left in a hurry was because he wanted to study what was in the small jar. The pungent smell began to become more and more familiar, and he almost wanted to
Got up.
Not far after walking out of the conductor's cabin, Benson stopped and stretched out his hand towards Xing. This move made Xing Ze confused.
"Don't act stupid, Xing Ze, I saw you unlocked the mechanism on the jar and let me see what's inside."
This damn old man! Xing Ze cursed fiercely in his heart. He originally thought that Benson didn't know that he had stolen the jar, or maybe the old man discovered that he had stolen the jar from the beginning, and was just trying to trick him.
"A person as sharp as you must not have many friends." Xing Ze took out the jar from his briefcase and handed it over.
Benson took it carefully and sneered: "Yes, they all died in the First Wizarding War. The magic history class at Hogwarts must have taught you that."
Xing Ze didn't speak, just nodded.
"Don't believe too much in what Hogwarts teaches you. The real war is far more cruel than what is written in the books, and the Order of the Phoenix is not the only one who bleeds."
Benson spoke calmly, but his slightly trembling hands when he pulled out the plug betrayed him.
He put the jar up to his nose, smelled it, frowned and said, "Polyjuice Potion, it seems that our deceased gentleman has another identity."
Polyjuice potion? If Xing Ze remembers correctly, this thing can change a person's appearance. Hermione has prepared this potion many times in the novel.
Things are really getting weirder and weirder. Can't we just follow the original plot and go to Hogwarts with peace of mind before something goes wrong again?
Xing Ze felt a headache and weakness. The development of the story was like a derailed train, never to return. As for whether it was heading to the abyss of hell or the bright heaven, it depends on whether they can solve the murder mystery.
"Let's go check on the boy first, and then we'll go back to compartment 4-A..."
"Wait, did you hear that?" Xing Ze frowned and listened. Amidst the roar of the blizzard, he vaguely heard several screams.
Suddenly, a chill hit the soles of his feet and reached the top of Xing Ze's head. He found that his hair stood on end and his heartbeat was beating fast like a galloping horse on the grassland. Nameless fear enveloped his whole body, causing him to break out in cold sweat.
"What are you talking about?" Benson looked at Xing Ze in confusion. He noticed something was wrong with him, "Are you okay, Xing Ze?"
The fear and coldness disappeared in an instant. Xing Ze pressed his forehead and said in a deep voice: "Didn't you hear? Okay, it's nothing. I remembered that smell. Cecil, the mechanic, he also had this smell.
.”
Benson was still puzzled, "I think you should explain it more clearly?"
"I said," Xing Ze said word by word, "Cecil also smells like Polyjuice Potion."
Benson's expression changed and he asked urgently: "Are you sure? Don't play tricks with me, Xing Ze, you know the rules."
"Fuck your damn rules." Xing Ze cursed, turned around and walked towards the front of the car.
"Hey, stop, kid!" Benson called helplessly, then quickly followed.
…
The temperature at the front of the train is much higher than that of other carriages. This is due to the heat generated by the operation of various exquisite magical instruments and devices.
When the two arrived, they happened to bump into the shovel. This rough-looking and muscular mechanic was checking the train's thermostatic magic device.
"Shovel, where is Cecil?" Benson asked eagerly.
Xing Ze originally didn't have much hope for Benson. He just thought that the other party would not embarrass him too much. Surprisingly, the old man seemed willing to believe him.
Shovel raised his head and replied: "I asked him to check the power module. What happened?"
"Hold the door, shovel, don't let anyone in, don't let anyone out..."
Before Benson could finish his instructions, Xing Ze rushed in, and a bad premonition arose in his heart.
"Hey kid, you can't go in there!"
With a "Bang!" sound, the door of the module room was kicked open, and there was not much surprise on Cecil's face.
He grinned and pointed the wand in his hand at the power module, "Stand there and don't move, sir. I knew it, I knew you would come for it."
Xing Ze frowned and advised in as calm a tone as possible: "Put down the wand, Cecil, I just want to talk to you."
"Stop talking nonsense, you and I both know what will happen next." Cecil tapped the power module with his wand, "You know, this thing is the crystallization of the International Magic Research Association. It's very beautiful, isn't it?"
Xing Ze glanced at the power module. Its appearance resembled a complex large steam engine. It was covered with colorful magic liquid energy tanks. The liquid energy was sent along the pipes into the core of the machine to drive the entire train.
"However, those idiots at the research association have not thought of putting in place any more complicated protective measures for it." Cecil took out the cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette and lit it, "I just need to unhook the shield.
, and then some external force, bang——"
Shovel and Benson who arrived were equally shocked. Shovel roared: "What are you doing! Colm, are you crazy? You will blow up the whole train!"
"Hahahaha, shut up, you low-class person, or what do you think I'm doing?" Cecil scolded back fiercely.