Chapter 253 Beacon

Xing Ze raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "It's a pity that I won't thank you."

"Aha, there is no need for this, we are just cooperating." The bishop walked through a dome, "It's just what each period needs."

Everything was said so clearly, Xing Ze also wisely took out a copy of Benson's notes and handed it over, "Then I wish us a happy cooperation."

Bishop Andrew reached out to take the notebook and hid it in his long sleeves without haste, "Then they asked you to take R's place? Or was it another position?"

"R's position," Xing Ze replied, "but it did not remove me as a Hogwarts teacher."

"It seems that the Key Chamber wants you to confront Dumbledore directly."

These words confirmed to Xing Ze that the church did not know the true structure of the Key Hall, nor did it know that Dumbledore managed the Key Hall.

For Xing Ze, this is not a simple meeting, nor is he just here to fulfill the agreed commitments.

for this future collaborator. Xing Ze must master some information. The better he understands the other party, the less passive he will be in the future.

"It's going to be difficult, young man. Dumbledore was a wise man. You know, a fool lives for himself, a wise man lives for a purpose. And he, it seemed to me, his purpose was clear and definite. Such people rarely have weaknesses."

Xing Ze looked helpless and said: "Then I can only hope that my allies will not stab me frequently."

In front of them appeared a round table for resting and several armchairs. A pot of lemonade was prepared on the table.

Bishop Andrew put away his parasol and walked slowly to the resting area. He took a breath and said to Xing Ze: "You are very humorous, young man. How long have we been walking?"

"Ten minutes?"

"It's been long enough. My goal of five thousand steps today is almost achieved." He pulled up a back chair and sat down. "Sit down, young man, sit down."

Xing Ze sat down opposite and unceremoniously picked up the kettle and poured himself a glass of lemonade. He looked at Andrea, who waved his hand to indicate that he was not thirsty.

"These are for people who come to services and attend funerals."

"Should I pour it back?" Xing Ze was at a loss as he held the glass of lemonade.

"No, no, no." Bishop Andrea laughed. He looked to his left and pointed in one direction.

"There, there's a funeral going on there, almost two weeks away."

Xing Ze squinted his eyes and looked over. He saw a crying woman and a man standing behind her pretending to be strong.

"The dead of Ravenska," the bishop explained, "may they rest in peace."

At this time, Xing Ze saw a coffin coming slowly. Judging from the size of the coffin, it could only contain a child of three or four years old at most. The woman cried even more miserably. Even here, he could hear the heartbreaking cry.

"The smallest coffin is the heaviest." Xing Ze whispered to himself.

"Huh?" The bishop turned his head.

"Nothing." Xing Ze shook his head.

"I have some questions, son." The bishop sat up straight. "We fight based on faith, so what do you rely on? I heard Nathanael said about you. Very few people can return from dreams. "

"I don't know." Xing Ze shrugged, "Maybe my will is strong enough."

"Well -" the bishop pondered for a moment, "a body that can raise the moon must have supported countless sunsets. Anyway, I have to thank you for saving so many people. Surprisingly, I heard that in the magical world It’s a pity that you still have dissent.”

"It's nothing, why bother to prove anything to those who don't deserve it. In addition, there is no need to thank me. To be honest, I would rather go back to save my compatriots than save you here. Unfortunately, for some reason, I I can’t go back to where I belong.”

Andrea was very surprised by Xing Ze's words. He frowned and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't speak.

After a moment of silence, the bishop said, "I originally thought you were a bright light in a dark tunnel, but it seems I was wrong."

"You have to understand, Bishop, that the light in the dark tunnel is more likely to be a speeding train."

…

The banquet hall of Shafiq Manor was large and luxurious. All kinds of guests attended the ball. The ladies' dazzling dresses impressed Xing Ze.

Of course, the men's continuous greetings and chats prevented him from going to the table, so he could only watch in despair as the caviar, steak, foie gras, and truffles on the table slowly dwindled.

At this moment, a young woman with fiery red curly hair came to him. Her sexy red lips seemed to have magic power. After uttering some words, those who were pestering Xing Ze left politely.

"Thank you." Xing Ze thanked this strange beauty, then took his plate and headed towards the dining table.

But the woman stood in front of him. From this angle, Xing Ze could clearly see the proud career line hidden under her gorgeous dress.

"It seems that you have forgotten me." The woman said, a smile flashed on her face, and her enchanting eyes seemed to be able to speak.

Xing Ze frowned and thought about it carefully before replying: "A simple rule of elimination. I have quit drinking for a long time, so you cannot be the cause of my drunken sex."

"Hmm -" the red-haired woman raised her lips, "You are as interesting as the rumors say."

"I'm afraid you misunderstood, ma'am. Few people would invite me to a dance just because they like my company."

"Oh, really? That's their loss. For a person, the inner soul is the most important. I can see the interesting soul hidden under your ordinary appearance, it is so full of vitality."

"I really don't know whether I should feel sorry for my ordinary appearance or drink a glass to my interesting soul."

"Of course, drink a glass."

"Very good, then let's go to the table." Xing Ze suddenly became energetic, but his good wishes soon fell through.

The red-haired girl with a curvy and stunning beauty took a glass of champagne from a passing wine waiter. The wine waiter left with a puzzled look under Xing Ze's angry gaze.

"Before those vultures and hyenas completely carve you up and eat you, let's have a brief chat. Let's start with greetings. It's nice to see you again, Xing Ze."

"I'm happy too, strange lady. I'd be even happier if you didn't mind giving me a hint."

"Of course, of course, the last time we met was really rushed. And you're also in a hurry to find your four students."

"It's you!" Xing Ze finally remembered the woman he met in the antique shop in Ravenscar Village. It was she who pointed out the way for Xing Ze to find Harry Potter and his party.

"Yes, it's me. Let me introduce myself. My name is Xun Leier Jezebeth. I know this name is hard to pronounce. Most people who know me call me Ms. Jezebeth. But you, you can call me Xun Leier, or Leier."

Jezebeth's talking eyes blinked again.