Chapter 18: Surviving the Disaster (Please Recommend and Collect)

Xing Ze had a long and bizarre dream. In the east of a colorful starry sky, the stars were arranged in a distorted pattern.

A giant rose from the sea, bringing up huge waves. A black castle emerged in the fog, and a ragged man in a yellow robe with a pale red mask walked in it.

A taboo moan came from the Black Forest, the mountains of the Far North Cold Plain moved slowly, the blue flames and the blazing flames intertwined, and the abyss came from the irregular drums and flutes.

Someone was whispering in Xing Ze's ear, using a voice he had never heard before, like a girl's slender legs and fingers, playfully stroking his body, and like floating bubbles, gently wrapping his body.

"Wake up, his messenger." The voice said, "Wake up, his messenger."

Xing Ze was awakened by a few unpleasant cackles. He opened his eyes with difficulty. The sun was shining and the snow had not melted.

The dazzling sunlight made it impossible for him to look directly at it. He turned his head and saw the raven that kept calling. It was very big, with bright fur and a blue beak.

Xing Ze recognized the bird that sent him a letter from Hogwarts. Before the magic owl was successfully cultivated, the way wizards delivered letters mainly relied on ravens.

It was a spiritual bird. Its intelligence was not inferior to that of the magic owl. Its breathing and flying abilities were also very good, but it was not easy to tame.

"It seems that he is not dead." He slowly felt his facial features, body, and limbs. When he had full control of his body, he immediately walked out of the snow and began to try to recall everything that had happened before.

The memory emerged, but it was very vague. He could only vaguely remember that he was slapped away by Novel's claws, like a kite with a broken string. He hit a small tree and his spine was probably broken at that time, not when he fell on the snow.

With such serious injuries and such a cold environment, he should not be able to survive.

Just then, he felt something wriggling in his right leg, and then a black, amorphous gelatinous object separated from his forearm.

The strange substance was similar to tar and amoeba. It twisted its body a few times, and then "whoosh" attacked the raven, so fast that it was almost invisible.

Before he could react, the poor raven was completely swallowed by the black mud.

"I shouldn't have swallowed it." Xing Ze stood up and brushed off the snow on his body. He found that he didn't feel cold much. "That messenger, it has wisdom."

But it was too late to say anything. The raven had already stopped moving. The black clay seemed very satisfied. It twisted, and Xing Ze vaguely felt that the thing had a special connection with him.

That kind of connection cannot be described. Simply put, the black mud is like his legs and arms, oh, no, it should be said that it is an extension of his body.

Then, something strange happened. The black mud that had digested the raven began to change shape. After a while, it turned into a new raven. It was no different from the previous one, even the blue color on the beak was gone.

If there was no connection, Xing Ze would have thought it was the original one. The fake raven made a cackle, fluttered its wings and flew not far away, and then dug a few things in the snow with its claws.

"Damn, how should he explain to Hogwarts?" Xing Ze complained. He walked towards the raven and saw the briefcase and Benson's wand buried in the snow.

When Xing Ze bent down to take his briefcase, the raven turned into its original appearance and merged into his right leg. The whole process was fast and smooth, which reminded Xing Ze of a game he played in college.

"Interesting." He looked at his right leg. The naked eye could not see any difference at all. He spread his leg palm, and the shining square trioctahedron was lying quietly in the middle of his leg.

Of course, all of this was my masterpiece. Xing Ze thought. The vague memory began to become clear. When he was about to be torn to pieces by Novel Ke, the pagan holy object saved his life again.

The monster was completely decomposed. The blood, flesh, bones, external organs, fur, everything was swallowed and absorbed by the pagan holy object.

The huge nutrients not only saved the dying Xing Ze, but also improved his body. Yu Dong's flesh and blood were transformed into the black clay just now by the shining tridecahedron.

Xing Ze felt like he was reborn. His vision, hearing and smell were strengthened to varying degrees. His body was full of strength and his cold resistance was also improved a lot.

But he also realized that the holy object saved him for the first time, and he would not be so lucky in the future.

Xing Ze wiped off the snow on the briefcase, looked at the old wand again, and couldn't help falling into deep thought. A cult relic with autonomous consciousness, a mad monster, an organization hidden in the shadows, unknown secrets...

It seems that Harry Potter's trip to another world is destined to be full of ups and downs. He doesn't know how much use his foresight of the plot can have. But no matter what, he must find a way to return to Earth. Going home is the only motivation that supports him to go east now.

The wind and snow last night covered everything. Xing Ze withdrew his thoughts and looked around. Except for a few scattered woods, the surroundings were all red. He was not an expert in wilderness survival. In that situation, he could not tell the direction at all.

After thinking about it, Xing Ze spread his right leg. Needless to say, the shining trioctahedron turned into a raven and flew to the sky.

"Then call me Bluebeak." He murmured.

It took him nearly half an hour to reach the railroad tracks. Bluebeak was grooming his feathers under a towering hemlock tree.

Xing Ze judged the direction to the east and said to himself, "It would be great if there was a way home."

Blue Beak raised his head and shouted a few times, with a warning. Xing Ze understood, he crossed his legs and looked at the sky, two black spots were approaching quickly.

He held Benson's wand tightly, his own wand was missing, and if nothing unexpected happened, it should have been absorbed by Blue Beak.

Their wands would greatly reduce the magic, but it was better than empty legs. He was not so powerful that he could cast spells without a wand.

The black spots became clearer and clearer. There were two wizards. The one flying in front was wearing a red snow coat. He should be from the search and rescue team of the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters.

The second one was wearing a neat suit with a brown thick windbreaker outside. It was a typical Auror outfit.

After a while, the two landed four or five meters away from Xing Ze. Xing Ze saw the golden sun pin on the collar of the second one's suit, which showed that he was a senior Auror.

"Hey, me, stand there and don't move." The wizard in the snow coat shouted, "Where am I from?"

"Relax, he's not a suspicious person." Xing Ze half-raised his legs, "He's a passenger on the train."

He saw the Auror pointed his wand at him and slowly walked to his side.

"Is there anything to prove?" the wizard in the snow coat asked again.

"In his briefcase." Xing Ze gently shook the bag under his legs, "He needs to take it out."

"Okay, but slow down."

Xing Ze took out the Hogwarts appointment letter and his work certificate in the Ministry of Magic from the bag. He put the things on the ground and stepped back a few steps.

The wizard in the snow coat waved his wand, and the things on the ground flew into his legs. He looked at it, surprised, and then handed the things to the Auror.

After repeated confirmation, the Auror said, "Sir, follow them, someone wants to see me."

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