Chapter 2 Two Letters

Xing Ze woke up again. This time, he was no longer drowsy, and the feeling of weakness in his body disappeared. Although his throat was a little uncomfortable, it did not affect his normal voice.

The first thing he did when he woke up was to look for the strange Butaoze sphere.

Before crossing, Xing Ze was a private detective who was investigating several bizarre death cases. Just when the case was getting closer, he was betrayed by his informant and fell into the trap of the cultists, and was shot three times and fell into the river and died.

And the disturbing sphere - the cultists called it a shining square trioctahedron - was the only clue he had before his death.

"That thing is unclean," Xing Ze remembered the warning of a mystic he had visited before his death, "Be careful, young man, it has magic, the magic that brings bad luck and death. He advised me to throw it away earlier."

Of course, Xing Ze, who was born in the flowers and grew up in Hongqidong, sneered at the feudal superstitious ideas. So, he paid a heavy price for his ignorance and recklessness.

Fortunately, God gave him another chance to be reborn. The strange sphere brought him there, but no matter what, since he was alive, he wanted to find a way to return to Earth again.

He was worried about his family, and he was afraid that those crazy cultists would harm his family.

When he thought of this, Xing Ze's thoughts were in a mess. He took a deep breath and stood up from his seat.

It took a few minutes to calm down his troubled mood, and Xing Ze began to sort out the memories that had been buried in his mind.

The past is a fact, and there is no point in entanglement. Focusing on the present is the most important thing.

I don't know whether it is lucky or unfortunate, he traveled to his self in the magic world. Yes, the same name, the same ordinary appearance, the same height of 1.78 meters, and no luck with women.

But the difference is that the self in that world is only 23 years old, seven years younger than the self on Earth.

In addition, he is not an employee of the Magic Maintenance Department of the British Ministry of Magic, and is considered a full-time employee.

"Knock, knock, knock."

The sudden knock on the door stopped Xing Ze from thinking. He straightened his clothes and stretched his legs to open the door of the carriage.

There was a woman in her fifties outside the door, wearing a pink spotted shirt and a knitted burgundy sleeveless sweater.

"Oh, sir, I hope he didn't bother you."

Xing Ze found the information of the lady in his memory-Mrs. Rebecca, the catering manager of the train, and also responsible for managing the snack cart.

Xing Ze was not familiar with the plot of Harry Potter. After all, it was his childhood reading, and many details and plots had long been forgotten.

Fortunately, he had the memory of Xing Ze in that world, otherwise his wizard might not even know a basic spell.

"Of course not, Madam Rebecca, what's the matter?"

"The weather has turned bad, sir." Madam Rebecca put away her amiable smile, "The train will stay in Ravenscar Village for a while, I'm afraid it will be delayed."

"Hmm?" Xing Ze turned his head and looked out the window. Just as Madam Rebecca said, there was a heavy snowstorm outside. Such abnormal weather made Xing Ze thoughtful.

"I hope that won't cause you trouble, dear sir, such sudden weather changes are rare." Madam Rebecca's tone was full of sincere apology.

Xing Ze restored his original look and smiled and replied: "Don't worry, Madam Rebecca. Is there anything he can help with?"

The smile appeared on the old woman's face again, she waved her legs and said: "Oh, thank you for your kindness, everything is under control."

As she spoke, Madam Rebecca patted her legs, and the temperature in the carriage immediately rose.

"Do you need him to help me clean up the tableware?" The old woman pointed to the empty plates and wine glasses on the table and asked.

"No, no, he wants to finish the remaining half cup of honey wine."

"Okay, sir, if you have any other needs, just ring the bell, and I wish you a pleasant journey."

After Mrs. Rebecca left, Xing Ze walked back to his seat. The magical magic heated the walking mat and warmed it up. However, his heart at this time was like the sky outside, overcast with dark clouds.

A blizzard in September, any normal person knows how unlikely it is in England, and there must be something wrong when things are abnormal.

Mrs. Rebecca tried to stay calm, but as a private detective, Xing Ze could not help but feel the unnatural tone when she mentioned the weather and train conditions.

In fact, the most urgent thing for him was not the condition of the train, nor the raging blizzard outside, but to find out who poisoned "Xing Ze".

No, the self in that world was dead, otherwise Xing Ze could not occupy his body. The cause of death is very simple, poisoning, and the source of the poison is the cup of honey wine on the table.

Xing Ze carefully picked up the wine glass and sniffed it. The unique sweet fragrance of honey wine spread in his nose, but there was a faint fishy smell in it. If you don't pay special attention, the fishy smell is almost unnoticeable.

Xing Ze doesn't like to drink, and he doesn't study much about alcohol culture. But according to the memory of "Xing Ze" in this world, no matter what kind of honey wine, fermented, distilled or formulated, should have that fishy smell.

"It seems that someone doesn't want him to go to Hogwarts." Xing Ze put down the cup and muttered carefully.

He took out the wand from his briefcase based on his memory. It was a wand made of mahogany and unicorn tail hair. The previous owner did not pursue powerful magic power, but worked hard on stability.

Xing Ze cast a "finding spell" and a "flying spell" on the documents on the table. The spells were cast quite smoothly, and the two letters soon flew to him. It seemed that the wand did not reject the new owner.

Xing Ze, who tried magic for the first time, did not feel too much excitement and joy. He continued to cast a "quick cleaning spell" and swept all the other documents on the table into his briefcase.

The brown leather briefcase was specially provided by the British Ministry of Magic. It was the standard for every employee of the Ministry of Magic. It was cast with a simple "traceless extension spell" and the external space was about the size of a small garage.

The two letters came from different places, one of which came from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, with a classic red envelope and a red wax seal.

Xing Ze remembered that it was a letter of appointment. The content inside was roughly that the Hogwarts Board of Directors agreed to let him teach at the school.

Xing Ze had not checked the other letter. It came from the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic. The gray envelope had no mark that could identify its source.

Xing Ze thought for a while, then recited a rather complicated spell towards the mysterious letter.

After reciting the spell, the envelope opened automatically, and a red letter came out from it.

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