Chapter 131 Holiday

Disheveled white hair was scattered on his shoulders. His eyes were emerald green, his chin was pointed, and there were some sparse white beards on it.

J reached out to take the wine glass in front of him, drank the wine in it, and then changed to a more comfortable sitting position.

The metal mask immediately turned into a pale mask of ordinary style after it was separated from A.

J glanced nervously, revealing a puzzled and uncertain expression.

"Don't worry." A smoothed his messy hair back, "It's just a replica. You don't think I will wear the real one on my face?"

"Who knows? You crazy people always do things unconventionally." J snapped his fingers at the bartender, "Hey, button, more wine."

A took a deep breath, pinched the bridge of his nose, and then exhaled the air he inhaled. He repeated it five times before stopping.

"It's just a replica that can have such an impact." J sighed, "If it's the real thing..."

"If the real pale mask is here." A continued, "Do you think we can still talk so easily here?"

J shrugged his shoulders and turned slightly so that his eyes would not glance at the mask.

"What do you think of that kid?"

"Smart, sharp, like a fox." A replied with some admiration in his tone, "and he has clear goals and decisive actions."

"Look, I told you. You really should see how he looks when he investigates a case." J reached out to take the wine on the tray, "He's a completely different person."

"Then," A paused, "Who should I believe? R told me that this kid is a complete miser, just like those ignorant country people."

J took a sip of wine and said, "Well, today, you have seen what kind of person he is with your own eyes, and you should also know who is lying. To me, not many people can be so calm under that mask."

A smiled on his wrinkled face.

J shrank his neck. He knew that kind of smile. A would only show that kind of smile when he found something interesting.

"Who do you think will win?"

"Me?" J frowned. "Of course that guy. R is no match for him. You know, he is a complete idiot."

"I need you to help me with something." A stopped smiling.

"I know. I will find a way to find out where Benson's legacy is."

"Very good, J. Also, keep an eye on that young man, he looks crazier than you, remember to clean up his mess."

"Don't worry, he's always cautious." J finished the wine in the glass, "I'm more curious, what will happen if R loses?"

"The organization doesn't need useless people." A said, a small white snake poked its head out of the cuffs of his suit, "Although he has my family's surname, the Slytherin family doesn't need useless people either."

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On Christmas Day, the plague in Britain was finally completely suppressed, the people of Wessel rushed to the streets to celebrate, and the airport, port and train station no longer restricted the flow of people.

During the holiday, Xing Ze took time to go back and returned to his home on the other side of the ocean.

But his mother did not return because she was trapped in the Brazilian rainforest due to some urgent matters. As for his father in this world, he was also a busy man.

In the three days at home, the two only had dinner together, and then he went to work.

This was a relief for Xing Ze. To be honest, he didn't have too deep feelings for his family in this world.

Three days later, he set out on his journey back to England again. His father, the busy construction businessman, insisted on seeing him off.

"I don't even know what your mother is busy with?"

Xing Ze smiled and tried to recall his previous way of speaking. "Didn't she send you postcards?"

"Yes, I couldn't understand them even if I read them."

"Sometimes I don't understand them either."

"Is that so?" His father laughed. "I thought you could understand them."

"There are still many things in the world that we can't understand."

"Your mother used to say this to me often."

"I know, she often says this to me too."

"Haha, time flies so fast, we are all old."

"Yes, time flies so fast."

"Is that it?" His father pointed to the clothing store on the corner and asked.

"Yes." Xing Ze nodded, "Then I'll go."

"Let's go, will you come back for the New Year?"

"Probably not. The holidays in the UK are a little different from ours. Mom should come back for the New Year."

"Yes, she's back." Father lit a cigarette, "Are you having a bit of, um, a bit unhappy over there?"

"Why do you say that?"

"You always complained about work and low wages every time you came back before."

Xing Ze laughed dryly and said, "I didn't complain about these things this time."

Father shook his head and spit out the cigarette in his mouth, "So I asked, are you okay?"

"Everything is fine, don't worry about it."

"Okay, that's good." Father nodded and watched Xing Ze walk towards the clothing store.

After returning to the UK, the first message he received was from Edwin and Reko. Benson's notes had difficulty in translation, and they asked to arrange a meeting in the near future.

Xing Ze thought for a while, then wrote a reply, and then he went to the old house, planning to spend the rest of the holiday there.

On the last day of the holiday, he met with Reco and Edwin at the Hog's Head.

But only Edwin arrived, and Reco was nowhere to be seen. Xing Ze asked Aberforth for a room upstairs in the bar.

"Where is Reco?" he asked as soon as he entered the room.

Edwin made a shushing gesture, and then cast various anti-eavesdropping spells on the room.

"He's downstairs to prevent you from being followed."

"Followed?" Xing Ze frowned, "Why do you say that?"

"You told us before that you went to the top of the Key Hall."

"Do you think they sent someone to follow me?"

Xing Ze sat on the sofa in the room. Edwin moved his wand, and a ball of fire shot towards the fireplace. When the flames burned the charcoal in the fireplace, she added some dry wood to it.

"It's always better to be careful." Edwin said, "I have seen the methods of the Key Hall. They won't trust outsiders so easily."

"I'm not an outsider." Xing Ze corrected.

"I know, but you have something they want." Edwin took out the latest translated notes, "Believe me, they won't let you go so easily."

"Your grandfather, he was also under surveillance, right?"

Edwin walked up and handed the translated document to Xing Ze, "Yes, until he goes crazy."

"I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault." Edwin took a breath, "I only translated one-third this week."

"Did you encounter any problems?" Xing Ze looked at the translation, which contained a spell, a spell he had never seen before.

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