Hogwarts Wandering Wizard

(A few hundred words have been added to Chapter 92 to make the plot less abrupt. If you are interested, you can refresh it and see it.)

The guard team returning to the city rushed through the street, and the galloping horse hooves splashed countless specks of mud. Pedestrians who were originally walking on the road stood on the street to take shelter, and the merchants on both sides also put away their erected banners. outside merchandise.

Seeing the guards whizzing by, the residents on the roadside were about to yell something angrily, when suddenly someone spotted the children in their arms.

The owner of the bakery squinted his eyes for a long time, and suddenly asked the vendor selling barrels next to him: "Isn't the kidnapped little daughter of Peter's family just passing by?"

The vendor nodded, pointed to the figure of another guard who was retreating in front of him and said, "Yes, and the second son of the Lorenzo family is also back."

"Oh God!" The bakery owner crossed himself on his chest: "Peter probably doesn't know this yet. Ever since he was controlled by a witch and shot his wife to death that night, he has been getting drunk in the pub every day. I have to Go tell him the news."

After saying that, the bakery owner rushed to the hotel opposite, wanting to go in and see if Peter was still drinking inside.

Just when he came to the door of the tavern, a maroon pony suddenly stopped beside him. It raised its front hooves high and bounced several times in front of him before falling heavily, like a strong man jumping outside. Like small puddles of rain, the mud on the ground at the door of the hotel was splashed high by him, splashing on the bakery owner.

"Fake~" Half of the bakery owner's face was covered with a mixture of mud and feces. He bent over and kept spitting out the dirty things in his mouth. He was so angry that he grabbed the guard who jumped off the horse. His face was full of mud and feces. He growled angrily: "Damn it Bob, at least I'm still your uncle, and you actually did this to me..."

But halfway through his words, Bob, who had just jumped to the ground, raised his right hand, spread his fingers and pressed it on his face, and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't be angry, uncle, go back and take a shower, your body is now It stinks."

After saying that, Bob withdrew his hand, revealed the gun in his waist, and walked into the tavern.

The bakery owner who was brushed by his hand suddenly stopped cursing and body movements, and stood there in a daze for a while, then turned and walked towards his shop, as if he had forgotten that he was here to find someone. .

Most of the people on the street had recognized it. The children held in the arms of the guards who had just passed by were the children who had gone missing in the town in the past few days. Everyone spread the word, and in the end they all swarmed towards them. The tailor shop next door to the bakery flocked to it.

The youngest son of the tailor shop suddenly disappeared when he went out to play in town a few days ago. Because of his disappearance, the owner of the tailor shop has not opened the door for several days. He goes to church to pray every day and sheds tears when he comes back.When he heard that his son had been rescued by the guards, the tailor shop owner jumped up from his chair as if being pressed by a spring, and pulled the neighbors who came in to run to the security office.

Everyone was happily moving towards the security office in the southeast, except the bakery owner, who turned a deaf ear to the noise and strode back to his shop.

Bob approached the hotel, looked at the bistro on the first floor, looked up and down, then looked up at the corridor on the second floor, and walked up the stairs.

After flaring his nostrils several times, he turned around and continued walking towards the corridor on the left side of the stairs. He turned a corner and smelled in front of the third door in the corridor, and then continued forward to the fourth door.

He bent down, smelled carefully several times near the door handle, then put his head to the crack of the door, with the tip of his nose close to the crack, took two sharp breaths, and finally kicked the wooden door open with a "bang".

The room was empty, except for the bathtub in the center, where white smoke was still rising.

Bob closed the door, his leather boots thumping in the room, and came to the tub.

After slapping the white smoke in his face, Bob reached into the water with his gloved right hand, carefully fished it out twice, and suddenly pulled out a young body dressed in white clothes from the tub.

He held the body with one hand and looked at the black and blue veins on its face, its cloudy eyeballs, and the half-bladed blade inserted into its neck. He put his nose close and smelled it.

But when his nose was only fifteen centimeters away from the corpse's mouth, the corpse that he had been holding with its head hanging down suddenly came to life, and its head suddenly stretched forward and bit it.

But Bob seemed to have anticipated this situation. The moment the corpse's head was raised, he threw the corpse to the ground and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Hey, hey, Warren, calm down. it's me!"

The body that was smashed on the floor suddenly rolled over, lying on all fours like a spider. Just as he was about to attack with bared teeth, he suddenly heard Bob's voice in front of him, frowned and stopped, keeping the posture on all fours, and was cut off. The neck pierced by the sword was twisted at a strange angle, raising his head.

Suddenly a red light burst out of Bob's body, and he fell to the ground and turned into a pug with wings. He licked his mouth and grinned, revealing the sharp teeth in his mouth.Looking at Warren lying on the ground, he waved his front paws in an anthropomorphic manner: "Okay, okay, relax a little. I am Doug. I was assigned by the Queen to come to the material plane to hunt down a strange demon."

As it said, it folded its wings and squatted on the ground, looking at Warren who was still lying down, and continued: "We haven't seen each other for more than 150 years. How is life in the material plane? Is the soul still delicious? Human beings Is your desire still so sweet?”

Warren blinked his eyes several times. The black part of his cloudy eyes expanded and spread to the entire eyeball. He looked like a ghost in a horror movie. His body made a creaking sound as his joints dislocated, and he transformed into another person again in front of Doug. An image of a demon.

"Sorry, Doug, I was a little too nervous just now." After stretching his body again, Warren looked down at Doug in front of him, who was only as high as his knees, and clenched his fists.

Doug jumped to the edge of the tub, level with Warren's chest, carefully controlling his balance. Looking at the broken sword stuck in Warren's neck, Doug's dog face wrinkled in a humane way: "Brother, something's wrong with you?"

"Why do I feel like you were injured just now? Why is your breath so weak?"

Doug flapped his wings twice and flew close to Warren's body with his body. At the same time, he stretched out his dog paws towards the broken sword.

Just when its claws were about to touch Valen, a weak arc of electricity popped out from the sword, electrifying its claws and instantly charring its right claw black.

"Ow~"

Doug screamed, his whole body twitching and falling to the ground.

"What the hell is this?" Doug held his dark claws and took a few steps back. He looked at Warren who carefully pulled out the broken sword: "Whose power is it? Why does this power affect our origin?" So restrained?"

Warren was so angry that he stuck the broken sword on the ground and told Doug everything about what happened at noon.

………………

On the street outside the security office, countless residents of the town gathered after hearing the news. Families whose children were missing also came to the scene with great breath. They looked at the guards holding hands, and their bodies were dirty and bruised. The parents who had lost and found their children were so excited that they knelt on the ground, howling with excitement, and hugged their children.

There were also many parents who were crying and knelt down in front of the quiet church next to them, chanting the names of the Holy Father and the Holy Mother, thanking them for blessing their children to return safely.

This kind of thing is very contagious, and it spreads from one to ten, and many people who have nothing to do with it but just watch the fun also took off their hats and bowed their heads slightly towards the church.

When the guards on the side saw this scene, they instantly felt that they had collectively suffered a cerebral hemorrhage.

Their spies had been searching for the missing children in the mountains for a long time, and they had worked so hard to rescue the missing children. Why haven't I heard a single word of thanks until now? They all went to thank those damn priests and pastors. Just pray. Can you pray for your children back?

Bah~

Several guards couldn't help but spit, and then they quietly looked at their companions, secretly crossed themselves on their chests, and whispered in their mouths: "Don't blame the Holy Father and the Holy Mother..."

As for why no one thanks the Son...

Hearing the question from a young man next to him, an old guard pulled a chair from nowhere and sat down with a pipe in his mouth: "It is said that on this day in history, the Holy Son was accidentally killed by a group of mortals, but again He was resurrected three days later, but the saints couldn't remember the specific day, so they designated this day every week as their Son's Good Friday. On this day, these believers tried not to pray. Holy Son, give him peace."

The young man next to him nodded as if he understood something, and said something suddenly. He looked at the quiet church opposite and said, "Hey, what did Father Varian say this morning? On the day when the Holy Son died, Are the devils in hell going to open a passage to the human world? Isn’t that today?”

With a "pop", he suffered a brain fracture on his head. The old guard retracted his finger and said disdainfully: "Do you believe this? The church regards these days as the days when the Holy Son fell every week. , is it possible that this hell is coming to attack the human world every week?"

The young man who received the lesson nodded and continued to look at the residents kneeling on the ground. Then he frowned and sucked: "No, Old Qiao, have you found that the church is a bit too quiet? Usually At this time, the church has to come out, and the believers outside the door have been kneeling for a long time. According to the church's custom, pastors and priests should have come out to help them up."

(There is a vote at the end of the plot of the next chapter. Who will open the plot key for the decisive battle that will open the copy of this volume? Interested friends can leave their options at the end of the next chapter.)