Chapter 101 Weber and Ackerman

The three followed the sticky flesh and blood to a small altar, which was made of common stones.

Xing Ze remembered that he had seen the same altar in the basement of the Colosseum, which was larger and more exquisite.

He frowned and carefully checked the area around the altar. But he found nothing unusual, nor did he find what he wanted.

As Edwin said, the fragment was not here, but it had indeed been in the Forbidden Forest, leaving serious and terrible pollution.

The animals around the altar turned into pools of flesh and blood, and the plants became twisted and weird.

Xing Ze saw vines as thick as an adult's arm wrapped around a beech tree, and the ground was full of gray flowers, weeds were sluggish, and some even grew sharp serrations.

"Don't touch that thing, Hagrid." Ellie stopped him.

Hagrid withdrew his hand embarrassedly, but his eyes did not leave the blood-like thing attached to the stone.

He shouted in horror: "For Merlin's sake, what happened to this place? How did it become like this?"

"Go out." Xing Ze said after checking it out without any results, "This place is polluted, it's black magic, it's no good for us to stay here any longer."

Aili looked at Xing Ze with some uncertainty. As a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts and the director of this course at a young age, Ali was still somewhat confident in her sensitivity to black magic.

When she walked into this weird, twisted and smelly place, she did not notice any traces of black magic, although the surrounding situation looked like it was caused by black magic.

She believed in her intuition and did not even need to use a wand to detect it. The reason why Dumbledore sent her to the Forbidden Forest to track down the black wizard was because of her unparalleled sensitivity and talent in black magic.

However, she did not point out Xing Ze, but obediently walked out of the woods together. Although she still had many doubts in her heart, the longer she stayed there, the more uncomfortable she felt.

This strange feeling is indescribable, but it is real, just like you are wrapped in invisible water and are about to suffocate to death.

After walking out of the woods, Hagrid took a heavy breath, "What the hell." He swore, "How could this happen? What should we do?"

Anyone who comes into contact with dreams will be affected more or less, and Hagrid and Ellie are no exception. Xing Ze is fortunate that he did not stay in it for too long. The next thing is to wait for the Ministry of Magic to send someone, and then there will be endless tests and inspections.

...

This is Xing Ze's third day in the hospital. During this period, many people have come to see him-the Ministry of Magic's special commissioner, the headmaster of Hogwarts, and Mr. Maxim, the legacy manager of Gringotts.

Although the people who come and go are of all kinds, they only ask one thing-what Xing Ze saw and heard in the Forbidden Forest.

"Merlin, I'm just investigating the cause of the death of the unicorn." Xing Ze told this to the special commissioner of the Ministry of Magic and Mr. Maxim.

After they showed doubtful expressions, he would add: For Merlin's sake, why don't you ask Hagrid and Ellie? They can testify for me.

Neither the Ministry of Magic nor the clever Maxim could do anything to him. The only thing they could trace was the bodies of the wizards and the three passengers who suddenly appeared on the train.

Among them, the werewolf gentleman was the one Xing Ze cared about the most. He had asked Dumbledore for relevant information.

But the Ministry of Magic had strictly sealed off the matter, and Kingsley's status was not too high. Dumbledore probably needed some time to know the progress of the matter.

Xing Ze got up and stretched. He was restricted from going out, and no more than five visitors were allowed per day.

The therapist who was responsible for treating his back scratch was an old acquaintance, Weber. This therapist with not much hair was quite friendly to Xing Ze.

He is now preparing a potion that can cure the werewolf virus. "If you ask me, you come to St. Mungo's too often."

"Really?"

"Except for those crazy people in the Magic Research Society, few people have suffered as many disasters as you. First it was a shooting, then mental pollution, and now it's a werewolf. How long has it been?"

The old therapist smoothed the few hairs on his head so that they could protect the exposed scalp as much as possible. "Is the occupational risk of Hogwarts teachers so great now?"

Xing Ze smiled, "Doctor Weber, is the chance of infection high? I am a shy and introverted person. If I have to run naked on a full moon night, I would rather die."

"The chance is not high." Weber came over with the potion, "Well, it should be said that no werewolf virus was detected in you."

"That's a good thing, right?" Xing Ze found that there was no joy on Weber's face.

"Normally, this is a good thing." Weber whispered, "But...but I didn't detect any virus in the wound or in the blood, which is incredible.

"If you didn't say it yourself, I would rather believe that the wound on your back was scratched by a bobcat."

Xing Ze's hand holding the potion stopped in mid-air: "So the potion you gave me these days?"

"Ah, that's sugar water." Weber said calmly, "They need a reason to be disclosed to the outside world."

"I can understand." Xing Ze finished the potion with a complicated expression, "Since you told me this, does that mean Ackerman plans to let me go?"

"Yes, although Ackerman wants to keep you for a few more days, the dean disagrees. He plans to discharge you tomorrow."

"Ackerman..." Xing Ze thought of the therapist who wore a monocle and always looked tired. His gloomy and sneaky aura reminded Xing Ze of those perverted murderers.

"He is very interested in me?" Xing Ze finished the second half of the sentence.

"He is very interested in anything weird." Weber said frankly, "Even in the previous Institute of Magic, he was a weirdo."

"I thought he had been working at St. Mungo's."

While Weber was packing up his things, he whispered, "No, he was transferred here from the Institute of Magic. I heard that Ackerman's research there had problems, so..."

Weber didn't finish his words, because anyone with a little bit of brains should understand what he meant, not to mention that the young man in front of him was smart.

"This is very interesting." Xing Ze muttered, regardless of whether Weber's words were true or false, whether it was due to malicious exclusion among colleagues, or whether Ackerman was really a little abnormal.

At least this is a piece of information, the use of which is unknown at present, but perhaps at some point in the future, it will come in handy, or it may be buried in memory forever.

But Xing Ze's intuition told him that this information would be useful, just like what Weber added before he left.

"Oh, by the way, his previous name was not Ackerman, but Herbert West. Since his research had problems, his real name has rarely been used."

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