The Evil God of Hogwarts

"You should tell me directly." Xing Ze rested his chin on his hand, "I don't have time to play guessing games with you."

"If I told you that A sent me to assist you, would you believe it?" John replied with a smile.

Xing Ze pondered for a moment and said, "They want you to find Benson's inheritance?"

"I don't deny the possibility. Damn it, can't we go inside and talk? It's cold outside."

Xing Ze turned to look at the house behind him, "It's haunted there."

"That's better than freezing outside. Okay, okay, let's undo the magic, let's find a warmer place, have some wine, and then have a good talk."

"No, let's talk now." Xing Ze refused unceremoniously, "If you can give me some satisfactory information, I can consider letting you go."

John curled his lips, "For the sake of old times, boy. Take out the wine bottle from my breast pocket."

Xing Ze reached out and rummaged for a while, then took out the wine bottle and put it into his pocket.

"You give me the information and I give you the wine. A fair deal."

"Don't do this." John begged, but after seeing Xing Ze's increasingly cold eyes, he put away his cynical look.

"You made a bet with A," he said, "and I bet a lot of money on you. So I have to make sure you win."

"Tell the truth, J."

"For Merlin's sake. When I told the truth, you didn't believe me. Yes, A did want me to watch you. That's because he was afraid that you would do something crazy."

"Crazy thing?" Xing Ze frowned.

"That's right, like blowing up something or killing someone. I think you should be able to do it for the sake of the truth, right?"

"Speaking of killing." Xing Ze glanced at John coldly, "I do have this idea now."

"Don't look at me like that, kid, I'm not your enemy. Go on, A does want me to come find Benson's legacy. But they say theirs and I do mine."

"So, you are drawing a line with them?"

"Believe it or not, kid." John moved his butt, "Okay, give me a drink, hell, my feet are almost frozen."

Xing Ze took out the wine bottle, unscrewed it, and handed it over. John took the bottle in his mouth, raised his head and took a sip.

The wine bottle was quickly taken away by Xing Ze, "How should I believe that you were not sent by R? You were working under him before."

"Aha," John laughed, the smell of wine and breath turning into white mist, "This is indeed a difficult question to answer. To be honest, I am loyal to no one. After what happened before, I only believe in myself.

"You don't have to believe me. But like I said, I bet on you to win this bet. So, I brought you some information."

"You can come to me directly. No need to follow me secretly."

"For Merlin's sake, boy." John stretched his legs. "I am working for them after all. You have to at least let me find something to deal with them."

"So, what did you find?"

"It depends on what kind of wine you give me."

"Or I can use the wine money to buy you a thin coffin, and then bury you here so that you can keep company with the ghosts in the house. Ah, don't thank me in a hurry. After all, we are fighting together. Pass."

"You are so callous." John rolled his eyes, "I didn't plan to report everything. For example, among the people who came into contact with you were Hanno von Winkler's granddaughter and the crazy Albin family. boy.

"Given the good friendship between Benson and Hanno during his lifetime, I guess the matter here must be related to his inheritance? Did he encounter any problems? No need to answer me, I don't want to know.

"The less I know, the more truthful I will be when I report to my superiors. So, if you can buy me a drink, I might be inspired to write a satisfactory report."

Xing Ze smiled dryly, "They often say that only the dead can keep secrets better."

"Which son of a bitch said that?" John spat on the ground again, "Oh, come on, kid. You know, keeping me is more useful than killing me."

"Yeah?"

"No, hell, give me a drink." John stuck out his tongue, "I'm freezing to death."

Xing Ze put the wine bottle to his mouth, waited for John to take a sip, and then quickly took it back.

The poor drunkard licked his lips and said: "You are such a stingy person. Killing me will not solve the problem, you should know this. A will send another person to monitor you.

"You can continue to kill, but he will continue to send. Until one of you feels disgusted, I bet A will lose his patience. Big men like him never have much patience..."

"I thought the Key Hall was short of manpower." Xing Ze interjected.

"There is indeed a shortage of manpower. So in the end, what they send will not be members. Instead, they will send more complex personnel. Such as bounty hunters, such as mourners.

"You have also seen the methods of those people. But if you let me live, things will become much simpler. No matter what your calculations are, it is none of my business. All I care about is the final result.

"Let me help you, kid. I know how to deal with those high-level officials. I will help you delay the time so that you can finish what you are doing."

Xing Ze changed the jug to his other hand, "The problem now is, J, I don't know which side you are on. I don't want to risk trusting you, because there are too many things that are bothering me. "

"Damn, I can't feel my hands anymore." John complained, "Then let me show my sincerity."

"Speak now before your hands freeze."

"Do you know Slytherin?"

"Salazar Slytherin?"

"No, no, I'm talking about the Slytherin family."

Xing Ze frowned and thought for a while, "As far as I know, the Slytherin family has no descendants. The only successor, the Gunter family, has long since declined."

A glimmer of light flashed in John's eyes, and he grinned, "Those are just public claims. Slytherin also has a bloodline - a collateral bloodline.

"They were expelled from the family because they opposed Salazar Slytherin's pure-blood advocacy. Your biggest enemy now, Mr. R, the racist and pure-blood advocate, comes from this family."

"But didn't you say they were against pure-blood supremacy?"

"There are always rebels in families. Like Reko Albin, it's not surprising."

"It doesn't help me much." Xing Ze shrugged, "It can't change my decision either."

"Then do you know that A also comes from that family?"

Xing Ze's expression changed.

"You know, those big families are always protective of their shortcomings." John showed a sly smile, "You need an insider to prevent them from collaborating to trap you. So, make a decision, kid. Kill me. Just keep me."

Xing Ze thought for a long time, then stuffed the wine bottle back into John's coat.

"Hey kid, unlock the magic."

"In half an hour it will unravel on its own."

"Damn it, I wish you the plague, bastard, and let it eat you alive."

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