Chapter 10: Voices in the Snowstorm

If there is anything Xing Ze wants to do at this time, it must be to send those students who like to join in the fun outside the train so that they can feel the whipping of Mother Nature.

"Haha, doesn't that scene look familiar?" Cecil held Harry tightly, pointing the wand in his leg at the boy's head.

No, it’s another passive negotiation. Xing Ze frowned angrily.

Poor little Harry and the other people in the carriage were so frightened that Ron opened his mouth and didn't know what to do. Half of the chocolate in his mouth almost fell out.

Hermione was nervous and at a loss. She was like a frightened cat, walking pitifully on the sofa.

Harry seemed to want to struggle, but his neck was pinched so tightly that he couldn't help but groan a few times in pain.

"Harry, look at him, don't move, kid, don't move." Xing Ze said in as gentle a tone as possible. Cecil was very unstable, and he didn't want that lunatic to be angered.

Harry swallowed and nodded.

Cecil was very dissatisfied with being ignored. He shouted hysterically at Xing Ze: "Don't ignore him, brother, I should, should say the wrong thing to him, but not no, no no..."

Xing Ze put away his wand and stretched out his legs to stop Cedric and Percy who wanted to come over to check the situation. They looked behind Xing Ze uneasily.

"Keep an eye on our students, prefect, and let them all go back."

That time Patsy and Cedric finally played a real role as prefects. They kept the students two compartments away.

"He said! I begged him to say the wrong thing!" Cecil was almost roaring, "Don't ignore him, otherwise he will..."

"Calm down, brother." Xing Ze quietly gestured behind his back with his left leg, "Do you remember what I said?" The bishop is waiting for the boy, and I don't want to disappoint him, do I? "

"Haha." Cecil's legs gripped Harry's neck a little tighter. Harry gasped a little from the squeeze, but that time, he didn't hum. "They can find someone else to replace them. Man, that boy is not alone."

"But if it's the closest one, think about it, brother, it won't bring the glory of the great one, and the sacrifice will be successful." Xing Ze took a few steps forward, "If I kill him, what will the bishop think? Besides, , I have to rely on him to escape."

Cecil's eyes were shaking back and forth, and the muscles on his face were twitching, "Wrong, wrong, wrong, stay with him, he is not the Son of God, they need him, I was wrong..."

Then, he roared again: "Stand there and don't move! Damn it, I thought he didn't dare to kill him? He will kill him, very much us, all of us..."

The more he spoke, the more excited he became, and his expression became more ferocious and twisted. He tightened his grip on Harry's leg but loosened his grip.

"Now!" Xing Ze roared, but he had already rushed towards Cecil.

Behind him, the Weasley twins jumped out and fired green slime projectiles from their legs at the madman.

Xing Ze slapped the wand away from Cecil's leg, and the red magic flew into the seat next to him, leaving several holes in it, scaring Hermione so much that she screamed repeatedly.

The green clay bombs came just in time. One hit Cecil in the face, and the other grazed his ear and hit the window behind him.

A series of things happened in just one breath. Hermione, who had come back to her senses, quickly tried to pull Harry away, but the crazy maniac grabbed Harry's robe tightly.

The brave Ron jumped off the seat and slipped through the gap between the two fighting men. He grabbed Cecil's leg and bit it hard.

"Ah -" screams suddenly sounded, Harry was finally free, and the three little guys crawled on the seats like mice, huddled in the corner and shivered.

Cecil, who lost his eyesight, was quickly subdued. Xing Ze grabbed him by the collar and threw him out of the compartment with all his strength.

The twins who had retired had already disappeared. Cecil flew out of the compartment and fell heavily onto the aisle of the train. The students screamed.

Cecil struggled to get up, cursing constantly in his mouth. He stretched his legs to wipe the green mucus off his face, but the scepter that followed made him faint completely.

"Well done, young man, I always surprise him," Benson shouted outside.

Xing Ze exhaled a long breath, his body was trembling slightly, and his legs were shaking even more.

He thought of the random missiles and rays he had dodged in the corridor, and his quick reaction when there was a misfire in the power module room. And just now, he easily threw an adult man out of the compartment.

To be honest, everything was beyond his expectation. Are adrenal hormones erupting in times of crisis? Is it because the swimmer is seven years younger? All in all, that body, which is not considered strong, seems to be more reliable than imagined.

Xing Ze clenched his fists to stop his legs from shaking. He bent over and tried to pick up his wand. At that moment, the terrifying scream struck again.

That time, the voice became clearer, and chills and fear swept through his body again.

Xing Ze straightened up slowly, even forgetting his wand, and looked out the corridor window in horror.

There was a snowstorm outside, but he knew something was approaching.

"Your wand, sir."

Harry's voice brought Xing Ze back to his senses. He felt like he had taken a walk in an ice cellar.

After regaining his composure for a moment, Xing Ze stretched out his legs to take the wand, squeezed out a smile and said, "Thank you, are we okay?"

That episode of begging for life may have left some shadows in the hearts of the three of them, but now it seems that there is nothing serious about the three of them.

Perhaps, children's mental recovery speed is much faster than that of adults.

"He... He's fine, sir, thank you." Harry thanked him nervously.

Ron wiped the chocolate from the corner of his mouth and asked with a silly smile: "Sir, how did I do it? I threw him out, as easy as his mother threw a mouse, it was amazing, is it magic?"

Benson knocked on the door with his crutches, signaling Xing Ze to come out quickly. Xing Ze rubbed Ron's head and said: "No, physical magic. Okay, kids, let him go."

Just when Xing Ze was about to walk out of the door, his clothes were pulled. Maybe Hermione, the thoughtful little girl, noticed something.

"Sir, will they be okay?"

Xing Ze didn't know how to answer. He was stunned for a few seconds, then said seriously: "Of course, he promised us."

...

Officer Shafik, who came late, and Xing Ze moved Cecil into the interrogation room together. It was called an interrogation room, but it was actually a single compartment in the No. 4 carriage.

Looking at Cecil with a green face, Xing Ze blessed: "Green bless me, brother."

"Parker, how was the interrogation of Bowman?"

Benson and Officer Shafik were talking quietly outside.

"He doesn't admit it, sir. He said that several students can testify for him, and he didn't have time to confirm it."

"Give him the name, Parker, and he will confirm it. I'll watch them there."

"Okay, sir." Shafik tore a page from his notebook and handed it to Benson, "Sir, where is the front of the train?"

Benson waved his legs and said, "The situation is temporarily stable. The train conductor and Shovel are trying to repair the power module. They don't need to worry about it."

"Is it possible for them to open the protective shield of the train?"

Xing Ze's sudden question made Benson and Shafik look puzzled.

All magic trains have magic shields. The shield that consumes magic power can resist many magic attacks.

That's why few people in the magic world would think of attacking trains. Fortunately, the story of Yingli Potter could not be written to the seventh part.

The scene was different now. The enemy was obviously heading towards the train. Sacrifice, great existence... No matter how many of the words spoken by that madman were true, Xing Ze could definitely feel something strange coming from the snowstorm.