Chapter 153 Bear Trap

The outline moved, and the surrounding air also fluctuated. However, before he had time to touch Xing Ze, the speed quickly slowed down.

"Come on, bastard." Xing Ze took a step forward, and the blue beak changed at an extremely fast speed, eventually forming a spike glove.

The glove used all of Xing Ze's power to hit the charging wizard, and the outline flew backwards, knocking over several wooden tables.

"Haha, it worked." Reko shouted excitedly to Edwin.

"Shut up, idiot. Hurry up and finish." Edwin waved his wand, and a spell hit the outline.

The invisible spell marks on the wizard's body lost their effect, and his body gradually emerged. The wizard struggled to sit up, but another spell from the poet knocked him out completely.

"Okay, let's go." Edwin patted Reko, and the two quickly ran through the messy bar and escaped.

Xing Ze exhaled a long breath, turned around and looked at Mr. R, who was about to recover. The latter was trying to take out the wand with trembling hands.

He kicked away the maple wand and pulled the arrogant pure-blood wizard up from the ground.

"I guess you like to peek into other people's privacy, R." Xing Ze said coldly, "So, tell me what you found in my mind?"

Mr. R tried his best to recover from the magical backlash. Once Legilimency failed, it would cause mental trauma, which could be big or small.

He never thought that his best tricks would fail on this inferior Eastern wizard. Upon entering his mind, his spirit was immediately assaulted by something terrible.

It feels like someone is screaming in your ear, the sound waves enough to pierce the eardrums hit his brain one after another.

And when he withdrew his spirit from Xing Ze's brain, the terrible thing also entered his brain. Then it started a dance party in his head.

"You...what kind of magic did you use?" Mr. R struggled to spit out the words. The mental trauma had affected his brain. He was lucky not to faint now, but he felt that he might as well faint.

"A bear trap." Xing Ze grinned, "Listen up, R. Let me give you, a senior, a piece of advice. The one fighting a hopeless war is not me, but you."

After saying that, he left Mr. R behind and walked to the bar, "Please contact St. Mungo's and give me another glass of sparkling water."

Rosmerta ran her finger around the bar and asked, "Who should I ask for compensation?"

"I think the winnings from the bet are enough compensation."

The bar owner glanced at Mr. R, who was lying on the ground twitching, and said with a smile: "Well, before contacting St. Mungo's, I'd better prepare sparkling water. I think they can hold on for a while longer. "

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That night, John found Xing Ze and brought a message from A.

"So, he won't pursue this matter?" Xing Ze summarized the meaning of the message.

John added some firewood to the fireplace and replied: "Yes, you are lucky, boy. Man A values ​​ability, and as long as you are useful enough, he will tolerate many of your shortcomings."

"It's like he can tolerate R's racism and pure-bloodism." Xing Ze looked at the bright fire, "This at least shows that he is fair."

"You can say that." John raised his wine glass, "Ah, I have to say, old Benson has quite a collection of fine wines. Apart from this old house, what else did he leave to you, Xing Ze?"

"Money." Xing Ze said bluntly.

John looked around with envy, "Well, why can't such good things happen to me?"

If you knew what he wanted me to do, you probably wouldn't think it was a good thing.

Everything comes at a cost. It's just that Benson's death was so unexpected that he had no chance to demand payment from Xing Ze.

"I really didn't expect you to put it in R, that damn bastard. How did you do it? I went on a mission with him, and his spell skills are not weak. Plus, when he sits in Benson's seat, there will always be people around him. A silencer as a bodyguard."

"The Silent One?" Xing Ze frowned, and John should be pointing to the invisible wizard.

"Yes, a group of fanatics who believe in magic. They will dedicate their voices through rituals to gain higher magical attainments."

"I saw he was covered in spells."

"No." John picked up the wine bottle and poured a little into his glass, "Those spells engraved on the body came from another department of the Department of Mysteries.

"Spells can strengthen a person's body, but they also require tremendous torture. Only the silent ones can endure this.

"So, tell me, how did you do it? Because I can't think of any way to deal with so many people at the same time."

Xing Ze changed his sitting position, took a breath and said, "I have a poet who can sing a lot of obscene ballads, and a scholar who is very knowledgeable about all kinds of magic spells. So I asked them to go to the bar before me."

"Hahaha, I am really yours, Xing Ze." John couldn't help laughing, "I think R's expression at that time should be very pleasing to the eye."

"You'd never imagine it."

"Ah, I actually started to miss the days when I investigated cases with you." John took a sip of wine, "Although you behave like a bastard a lot of the time."

"You drank too much, J." Xing Ze said, "I need some help."

"Tell me and listen."

Xing Ze took out the "Gate Key" from the ring, "R blocked my permissions, I can't view the people who appeared in the previous case."

"This is easy, I will go to A tomorrow, I think he should agree to make the competition more fair."

"In addition," Xing Ze whispered, "I need all the information about Sheikh Mendes, about the real reason for his disappearance."

"Sheikh Mendes? Manel Mendes' brother?" John put down the cup, "As far as I know, the Key Hall has not specifically investigated his disappearance, but the Auror Office may have."

"Then borrow it from them. In addition, I also need the files of all the missing wizards in the village of New Ravenscar, in the past five, no, in the past Ten years."

"You can ask them for it yourself." John knocked on Xing Ze's "The Key to the Door". "This book can not only open the door to the Key Hall, but also be a good pass. But try to find some senior personnel, only they can recognize your identity."

"No." Xing Ze shook his head, "This will expose my whereabouts, and I don't want R to know what I'm looking for."

John nodded, "He will stay in St. Mungo's for a long time."

"I have to assume that there are spies everywhere."

"Okay, okay, I'll try and see if Scrimgeour can help. It's time for him to repay us for the favor he owes us."

After saying this, John drank the wine in the glass and stood up to leave.

"I heard you set a bet?" Xing Ze asked.

John stopped, "Yes, your odds are 1:40."

Xing Ze threw a purse on the table and said, "Then bet all on me to win."

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