The Evil God of Hogwarts

The ancient brick walls are covered with moss, and in the sunshine, the whole building shows a strong sense of history. Pass through the tall arches and walk through the dome gallery. Xing Ze came to the interior of the University of Bristol.

For a moment, he couldn't tell what era he was in. Along the way, the old styles and dusty corners made him feel like he had returned to the past. But as soon as he entered the college, the shiny glass windows and cement-structured teaching buildings brought him back to modern times.

The brass lampposts lining the walkway have bulbs instead of wicks. Colorful banners of celebration hang on the historic stone walls. The wooden signposts at the corners are deliberately aged.

Things like this made Xing Ze feel conflicted. He paused on the map board at the entrance, looking for the address of the Unsolved Mysteries Association, but obviously, no one would be stupid enough to mark it on the college map.

He frowned and thought for a moment. The University of Bristol is equivalent to a city within a city, with a fairly complete functional system, shops, residences, restaurants, vegetable and fruit greenhouses, and a campus hospital that is comparable to a regular hospital.

Even if the entire perimeter of the university is paralyzed, as long as the water and electricity are normal, the area can still operate normally. But at the same time, this also brings about a problem. It is easy to get lost. Although maps are provided at each entrance, the usefulness of the map is really limited because old and new buildings are intertwined.

After thinking for a while, Xing Ze decided to ask an acquaintance for help. He determined the direction of the History Department and headed in that direction.

Emily should obviously have joined a club at school. This kind of secret society is quite common in foreign countries, and some well-known societies even require a series of strict tests to enter.

Xing Ze doesn't know what kind of group the Unsolved Mysteries Association is, but judging from the names outside, it probably belongs to that kind of secret society.

He also wanted to find a random student to inquire, but gave up the idea when he noticed the strange looks from the people around him.

Muggle universities are different from Hogwarts. In this era, not many Orientals would appear here. To them, Xing Ze was no different from a cherished animal, and it was the kind of animal that everyone avoided.

The not-so-friendly eyes followed him to the School of History. If you want to find Emily, you have to ask the teacher or student.

He set his sights on the small football field not far away, where two teams were playing. There were only a handful of spectators in the stands, and several of them seemed to be substitutes.

A few minutes later, Xing Ze sat down next to a man who looked like a coach. This guy was plump and his chin was squeezed into a ball. He looked like a large toad.

He was concentrating on the situation on the field, slapping his legs and cursing from time to time, wishing he could get off the field in person, so he didn't notice Xing Ze's arrival at all.

"Idiot, pass the ball, damn it, you guys are the stupidest class I have ever coached." The coach's spit flew everywhere, and the fat on his face trembled.

"Which team are you the coach of?"

Xing Ze's sudden interjection made the coach stunned. He turned his head and looked over. After seeing Xing Ze, his short eyebrows that were already knitted together tightened a little more. The coach had no intention of answering at all, but instead said Attention returned to the court.

Xing Ze was not in a hurry, but enjoyed the game for a while. Until the coach couldn't stand it anymore and asked, "What on earth do you want to do?"

"Inquiring about some things." Xing Ze replied calmly without taking his eyes off the court.

"Look, man, don't look for trouble. This is not the place for you."

"Then where do you suggest I go?" Xing Ze turned his head and stared at him.

For some reason, the fat coach got goosebumps all over his body. He turned away his face in a hurry and said urgently: "Stay somewhere cool. Don't... just don't stay here."

He spoke with a slight tremor, and the look he just made made him feel like he was being stared at by a wild beast. For him who was used to being arrogant, this humiliation made him very angry, not to mention that he was still intimidated by an Oriental.

"I think it's quite cool here, and there's a football game to watch." Xing Ze smiled, and he put away his eyes to watch the football game again.

The courage that the coach had just lost returned to his body, and he said in a low voice and with a hint of threat: "If you stay here any longer, I promise that you will not get any good results."

The threat is just right. He thought proudly in his heart, hoping that this outsider would leave wisely, because he really didn't want to use his huge body to bully a thin young man. This would make people laugh and undermine his prestige in the football team. reduce.

Surprisingly, Xing Ze did not leave. He was still sitting steadily in the distance, as if nothing happened.

The coach's self-esteem was challenged like never before. He took a long breath and spoke again: "Hey, did you hear me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a police card appeared in front of him. He didn't expect that the other party would be so skillful, and the unexpected ID caught him off guard.

He reached for the police card and compared it three times, each time taking longer. In the end, the football coach seemed to compromise and returned the certificate to Xing Ze.

"Okay, officer, how can I help you?" The coach's tone was stiff and reluctant.

"I'm asking about a society. The Society for Unsolved Mysteries, have you heard of it?"

"Then you must have the wrong person, officer." The coach took off his baseball cap, "As you can see, I'm just a football coach. If you ask me about cheerleading, I can give you some advice. "

Xing Ze smiled lightly and said: "Think again, sir, don't be so anxious, the game has only entered the second half."

"About club matters, you should ask a teacher, not a coach. I just care that these guys can survive the whole game, instead of panting like a bitch not long after playing. As for other things , It has nothing to do with me. I’m too lazy to care.”

"Where can I find the teacher in charge of the club?"

"You don't have to look for it. Do you see the guy to my left? He has short hair and is wearing a light blue shirt." The coach lowered his voice and winked, for fear that Xing Ze had found the wrong person.

"uh-huh."

"That's right. He is in charge of all clubs in the history department, including sports clubs. You can ask him."

"I will. But before that, I want to ask about someone. Thomas Kimball, he is the professor here. Do you have any impressions?"

The coach wiped the sweat from his forehead, followed the game on the field, and then resisted the urge to spit out curse words and replied: "No, I don't know. Does he like football?"

"I am not sure."

"That's no use. I only drink with other coaches and PE teachers. We have our own circle." The coach said seriously, "You know what a circle means."

He circled his fingers and explained further to Xing Ze, "It's a small circle. Only people who like football and sports are welcome. Bookworms are not welcome."

Xing Ze nodded and digested the conversation just below.

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