Chapter 17 Am I a Good Person?

Chapter 17 Is he a good person?

In a breath, Xing Ze thought a lot. He had enough power to use the Apparition again to escape from there, and there was no need to die here with a group of strangers.

Yes, he was kind enough. He wanted to survive and find a way to return to the earth, and wanted to return to his parents. However, the desperate faces of the children in the train lingered in his heart.

In the past, he sighed heavily. He might never become an excellent detective. He was bound by too many secular morals.

Xing Ze handed the conductor to Lei Ke, and seemed to have made up his mind: "He will lead it away, and we will take the opportunity to go to the car."

The words made the usually calm Yidwen frown, and she screamed: "I am committing suicide."

"If you have time to question him, you might as well leave quickly." Xing Ze urged.

Lei Ke took over the conductor and said seriously, "He's right, Edwin, they have to go, that guy is coming."

"Damn it!" The female scholar cursed and carried most of the weight of the conductor. "That bastard is not an intelligent creature. It will definitely choose an easy target."

Xing Ze waved his wand and raised his mouth slightly: "Don't worry, it has enough reasons to come to him."

Novel Ke had one leg blown off, most of his face, half of his body, and light blue blood kept flowing out of those hideous wounds. It ran straight to Xing Ze like an enraged bull, ignoring Edwin and Lei Ke at all.

Xing Ze was also running, praying in his heart that the distress signal had been sent out, and the legendary wizard could come to help. He felt that the amplitude of the ground under his feet was getting stronger and stronger. The monster was approaching and it wanted to take back its magic power.

He ran on a small slope, his physical strength had reached the limit, and without the protection of magic, he could not run too far in the snow.

The wind and snow gradually stopped, and the dark clouds in the sky were dispersing. The young wizard chanted a spell and turned the huge magic power absorbed by the wand into red light and shot it at the monster.

...

In the morning, Professor McGonagall walked out of her office with a heavy heart. She walked along the corridor and stopped when she passed the central courtyard.

Church people! She shouted in disgust in her heart, and her expression became even uglier.

In the courtyard, several priests in red robes were checking the students who escaped last night. Monks in gray robes stood at each fork in the road. They were ready for battle, holding various weapons made of meteorite iron, and looked like they were facing a great enemy.

Two Aurors were hovering in the air in the courtyard. They held their wands tightly, and their faces were also not good.

"Look, those red and gray robes are almost treating that place as their own home!" The professor muttered angrily, turned around and continued forward. Hogwarts had set up an anti-Apparition spell, so she had to walk to the headmaster's office. The long journey made her think about many things.

The first thing she remembered was the desperate and terrified look on the children's faces. That was the first scene she saw after opening the train door. Then, she recalled the twisted corpses in the snow, and some of the corpses had strange smiles on their faces.

Then she thought about the monster mentioned in the frantic muttering of the conductor Balk and the two dead people in carriage No. 4, one of whom was a wanted criminal. The other, according to the staff, was a mechanic on the train.

First, she turned her thoughts back to the church. She didn't know when those people arrived. Things had upset all the teachers at Hogwarts yesterday morning.

They first transferred the passengers and students to the New Ravenscar Village, and the Ministry of Magic staff who came late took over the follow-up work. No, they were always late.

After a series of inspections and dog hunting, the children were sent to Hogwarts. Of course, things are not over yet. The Ministry of Magic is not good at other things, but it is a master of red tape. They sent people to seal off the school and planned to conduct further detailed investigations.

She remembered that she returned to the office at two o'clock in the morning. The Ministry of Magic asked all teachers who went to the scene to write a detailed report about the scene. She fell asleep ten minutes after she picked up the pen. The church might enter the school there.

The corridor came to the end, and Professor McGonagall pulled back her thoughts because she needed to make a simple choice.

Go from the Central Tower, enter the Observatory, and then cross the suspension bridge to Gryffindor Tower, and then take the spiral staircase to the headmaster's office. Or go from Ravenclaw Tower, cross the stone bridge, and take the spiral staircase from the quad to the headmaster's office.

But no matter which way you choose, you need to walk for a long time. Professor McGonagall often questions why she chose this office in the first place. It is too far from the teaching area and the headmaster's office.

Besides, she is no longer young, and even staying up all night has become a problem.

She took a few more steps forward and transformed into a tabby cat. Then she jumped lightly onto the steps leading to the black tower. She knew a shortcut to the teaching area, and that was the cat.

As early as 8:23, Professor McGonagall confirmed the Eastern time. Dumbledore liked to change the password of the headmaster's office, sometimes even at different times of the day.

"Lemon ice cream." She said the correct password, and the stone beast began to rotate slowly, and the professor walked up the steps that appeared.

Dumbledore was not the only one in the headmaster's office, Severus Snape was also there, and Professor McGonagall was not too surprised.

"Hello, professor." Dumbledore greeted her, with fatigue in his eyes. Obviously, he had not slept all night.

"It's not a happy afternoon." Professor McGonagall complained, "There are many strangers in the school."

"Relax." Dumbledore advised calmly, "They are just doing their job."

Professor McGonagall frowned and said, "The children suffered enough yesterday morning, there is no need to suffer again. Didn't the people from the Ministry of Magic check it? Besides, the monster didn't approach the train."

"They should be careful about this matter." Snape, standing in the shadows, interjected.

"He thinks I like people from the church, Professor Snape?"

"He likes the church, very much!" Snape affirmed, "But, compared to the Ministry of Magic, their detection methods are more accurate and efficient."

"He agrees with that." Professor McGonagall nodded and turned her eyes to Dumbledore, "Speaking of the Ministry of Magic, is there any news from the search and rescue team?"

"As far as he knows, there is very little." The headmaster stood up and walked to the window, "They can't even find the body of the monster."

"Really?" McGonagall had an expression that she had guessed long ago, "He guessed that if the young man who led the monster away had red skin, they would work harder. But after all, Dumbledore, he was also a student of Hogwarts, not to mention that he was a lecturer that time."

"Of course he knows, dear professor." Dumbledore's eyes have been wandering outside the window, as if there is something big and strange outside, "Of course he knows, have the messengers been sent out?"

"No, they have all been sent out." Snape replied.

Dumbledore then retracted his gaze and said, "Professor McGonagall, why don't you wait for the news from the owls? If the brave young man is alive, they will find him."

"That won't do." Professor McGonagall pushed his glasses, "He plans to find him in person. Don't use the search and rescue team to fool him, Dumbledore. He gave them a chance. They searched for most of the morning. Look what they got?"

"No, professor." Dumbledore waved his legs, "There are a lot of things in the school that need me to deal with."

"For Merlin's sake, Dumbledore. If he hadn't written to ask him to come, if he hadn't written, he wouldn't have been on that train at all."

"I shouldn't blame myself for this, professor. He did what any honest person would do."

"At least let him find his body."

"Forgive him for not agreeing to me, dear professor. There are other urgent things in the east that need me to do."

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