The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 216 Chess Pieces
Li Ang stepped into the door first, turned sideways and looked at the little wizard indifferently. The entanglement of cause and effect on the other party became more and more dense, and the overwhelming conspiracy net shrouded Harry Potter, like a spider web, surrounded by spider silk. Wrapped flies.

The sources of these causal entanglements can be roughly divided into several channels.

Dumbledore, the powerful White Wizard at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry;
Voldemort, the Dark Lord who returned from the depths of hell;
The Gu Yi who once met Li Ang and is now entrenched in the mage's tower;

a clergyman at St. Peter's Collegiate Church, Westminster;
An unknown being located inside the Houses of Parliament of the British Empire;
The above-mentioned people can be regarded as chess players on the stage of the city of London, working together around the great plan of the foreign gods.

Who is the enemy?Who are the allies?Who has evil intentions, and who is trustworthy?

On the narrow chessboard, the situation was turbulent, and all Li Ang could use now was the chess piece named "Harry Potter".

Under the blessing of the constant invisibility spell, the wizard Harry saw his "family" lying on the hospital bed.

His cousin Dudley, who used to beat him up in the past, was paralyzed on the bed, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, his legs were tied with several layers of gauze, and his stubby arms were tied with fracture slings.

The Uncle Vernon, who had always regarded him as a burden, had an even more miserable face, his skin was torn apart by the refugee steel pipe, and there was no good flesh in his body.

For more than ten years, the Dursleys have always practiced cold violence and contemptuous discrimination against Harry Potter, forcing him to live in narrow cupboards and attics, and to wear old clothes like curtains. Cousin Dudley even lived with him. Together with his companions, he has been bullying Harry since he was a child.

Harry had to admit that at a certain moment, deep in his heart, there was a tinge of joy and schadenfreude.

But immediately, he looked at Aunt Petunia who was in the bed next to him.

This thin woman is her mother's sister, and she has the deepest blood bond with her.

She just lay on the bed, her eyes narrowed into a slit due to swelling and pain, and her skin was a shocking blue-purple everywhere—these were the scars left by the iron rods left by refugees from the Middle East.

This hint of joy was quickly overwhelmed by the sadness and sympathy brought by empathy. Harry, who grew up in this distorted family atmosphere, did not become a sociopath, on the contrary, his heart was still soft and gentle.

Harry involuntarily bowed down, carefully lifted the hair on his aunt's forehead that touched the trauma, and stared at this blood relative he had hated and resented.

He couldn't even imagine the despair this woman had encountered just a few hours ago.

Aunt Petunia opened her eyes vaguely, and made a hoarse and indistinct "whoosh" sound from her throat. The nurse on the side of the ward rushed to check, and Harry Potter had to retreat in a hurry.

Li Ang looked at the distraught expression on Harry's face, and said indifferently: "Do you know why Dumbledore sent Sirius to pick you up in a hurry?"

Harry realized something and fell silent.

"Because the most powerful white wizard, headmaster of Hogwarts, and most trustworthy old man in the wizarding world in Britain and Europe, worried about you, Harry Potter would be impulsive and angry after knowing that his family members were killed, and committed crimes." The crime of killing."

Li Ang's tone was extremely calm, but Harry Potter could clearly taste the banter in it,

"He regards you as a watchdog that needs to be watched carefully, a sharp sword that needs to be hidden in a scabbard, Harry Potter cannot become bloodthirsty until he meets the Dark Lord head-on and fulfills the prophesied destiny evil."

"It's not like that." Harry said with difficulty, "Dumbledore wouldn't think so"

"You can't even convince yourself of such words." Li Ang exposed the lie indifferently, and said casually: "According to the plan, Sirius will take you to his ancestral home, where you can enjoy the long-lost family warmth, And nothing is known about the tragic events that happened to the Dursleys.

Until the time is right, the bloody scars have scabbed over, and Dumbledore will tell you the truth lightly, and you will be relieved after a short period of anger and pain-after all, the Dursleys have abused you for so long, they are You deserve it, don't you? "

"." Harry Potter's figure trembled a little, and the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead began to ache again, "Who the hell are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am," Li Ang said, spreading his hands out, "I'm a benevolent chess player, I don't use 'love' and 'justice' like Dumbledore to restrict your every move.

What exactly to do is up to you.

As long as you want, I can open a portal for you now, so that you can return to Sirius and reunite with your wizard friends. "

Wizard Harry hesitated for half a second, but still stood there, motionless.

"Hehe, let me change the question."

Li Ang said indifferently: "Mr. Potter, according to statistics, the Middle East refugee riots in London have killed 300 London residents, injured more than 300 people, destroyed more than 200 vehicles, and damaged more than [-] facades." .

Do you want this matter to be dealt with fairly? "

"Uh, what?" Harry Potter was still just a teenager who hadn't graduated yet. Under the sudden questioning, he could only say, "Of course I hope. But this should be what the British courts should do."

"No, wrong answer."

Li Ang smiled nonchalantly, and said casually: "The British court will not pursue the Middle East refugee issue too deeply, hold it up high, and put it down gently.

The six people including Albenny who hurt your aunt's family will only face prison penalties ranging from 3 to 10 years, and because they are refugees from the Middle East, they will have additional penalty reductions. "

"impossible."

Harry Potter shook his head like a rattle, "That's absolutely impossible."

Without explaining, Li Ang pulled out a portal and stepped into it again, "Come with me."

The location where the portal is open this time is the prison cell of the Scotland Yard Police.

Groups of refugees were detained in the cell, each of them was handcuffed, and many of them had blood on their clothes—they most likely belonged to other victims.

Li Ang introduced Harry: "These are six people including Albenny, Basel, Fanig, Garib, Harun, and Hassan.

Their occupations are lawyers, doctors, engineers, bus drivers, skilled workers, and teachers. According to the British immigration policy, they are all good people with professional skills who can contribute to the construction of the UK. "

Harry looked at the six Middle Eastern men, and found that there was no guilt on their faces, and they were even complacent, with a calm expression on their faces.

Li Ang took out his short-handled wand, pointed at the Middle Eastern refugees through the iron bars of the prison, and pale cartoon-like dialogue boxes appeared above their heads, revealing their various inner activities.

What Albenny thought was, "It was the British government who took the initiative to take us in, but they couldn't provide us with a better living environment, couldn't respect our living customs, and even casually used Christian churches as temporary shelters! These heretics deserve to die."

Basel was thinking, "Oh, I shouldn't have joined, I have a decent job, I miss my wife and children, I need the teachings of the prophets."

What Feniger thought was, "At that time, I did contraceptive procedures, so I didn't leave any personal traces during the abuse. As long as I found a good lawyer, I could reduce the sentence and treat it as a crime of intentional injury. What's more, British laws can't pursue such a crime." Widespread, at most they were detained for several months or several years."

Anger suddenly surged into Harry's heart, and he really wanted to take out his wand and use some kind of "evil" witchcraft to experiment on these Middle Easterners.

But he couldn't, the teachings from Dumbledore were so strong that they made the innocent young wizard more "kind".

"They, don't they regret their actions?!"

"On the contrary, this is normal for them." Li Ang explained: "If you are willing to collect information, you will find that in a collection of hadith that they use commonly, No.30 five, No.60 five, The nine articles No.90 all emphasize that forcing sex with pagan female prisoners of war does not violate the teachings, as long as the contraceptive procedures are done.

In other words, what you consider to be a heinous act is not that serious in their eyes—on the contrary, they can turn around and say that you are disrespecting their living customs. "

"."

Harry Potter had never been so angry, his blood was boiling hot, and his wand was tightly clenched in his palm.

But in the end, he still didn't do anything, he just seemed to be exhausted, and in a weak voice that he couldn't recognize, he said slowly: "The British court will give them a fair trial."

Li Ang smiled and said, "Harry, you are still too young, so you should be more careful."

(End of this chapter)