The Evil God of Hogwarts

After checking his preparations, Yuri changed into that suit of clothes. This seemingly ordinary combat suit had strong defensive properties. It was made of nanomaterials and could withstand shots from some small-caliber firearms.

After that, he took some grenades and bullets, took out a wad of cash from the safe, and walked out of the warehouse.

His own car was parked near the warehouse. He put his satchel in the back seat. Yuri lit a cigarette for himself. After taking a deep breath, he took out the cash and counted out a thousand pounds and put it in an envelope.

It wasn't until he finished smoking a cigarette that he got into the car and headed towards Cobain.

Cobain leaned against the police car and was using the car radio to get the latest information from his colleagues. When he saw Yuri coming, he found an excuse to hang up the radio.

"So, are you going to chase that ambulance?"

"Believe me, Qyburn, those people are more useful outside than locked up in the police station." Yuri took out the envelope and handed it over.

Cobain let out a long breath. Although he had long been accustomed to this, he would hesitate for a moment every time he received the money.

He reached for the envelope and knew how much money it contained without counting it. It was one thousand pounds. It was the same price every time Yuri asked for something from him.

One thousand pounds. No more, no less, enough to make Coburn, a small-town policeman, feel comfortable for a long time. At least he won't have to worry about his wife's medical expenses in a short period of time. You know, the fees for a psychiatrist's consultation are terrifyingly high.

"How's Ashley?"

Yuri's question made Cobain feel dry. If possible, he didn't want to mention his wife's condition to anyone, even if the other party was just greeting him.

After the Iron Bridge incident, some bad things followed him back home. They didn't attack him, but his sensitive wife.

If Yuri hadn't come to the rescue, I'm afraid he and his beloved wife would be lying in the church cemetery now. Although his life was saved, his wife also fell into madness.

He had to hide his fears and spin lies to appease his wife. With doctors, medicine, and his company, Ashley was finally back to normal, or so it seemed.

"Not bad, at least she won't forget the boiling water now."

Yuri nodded, said nothing more, started the car and left here.

Cobain weighed the envelope in his hand, opened the car door and got in. He planned to stop by to see his wife, who sometimes woke up from her sleep.

A residential area in Telford.

Cobain parked the car in front of his house and quietly walked into the house. There were no lights on in the living room and bedroom, which meant that his wife had not woken up, which was a good sign.

He quietly came to the living room to find some water to drink. Everyone was so busy with what happened today that he rarely had a little rest.

Just as he turned on the light in the living room, the man sitting at the dining table nearly gave him a heart attack. As a police officer with nearly twenty years of experience, he still instinctively took out his gun.

Xing Ze put his index finger on his lips to indicate, and then said: "Your wife just went to bed, Ashley, right? I boiled some hot milk for her and read a passage from Longfellow's "Ode to Life" "She probably fell asleep during the twelfth period."

"What do you want?" Coburn stared at the person in front of him nervously. He clearly remembered what happened in the barn and understood that the gun in his hand would not have much effect.

But what else could he do? Throw away the gun, open your arms and tell the other person that it was all a misunderstanding, and then welcome him to come uninvited?

Cobain had anticipated his death, but not that it would be so soon. He glanced at the bedroom secretly. Even if there was a slight chance, he wanted his wife to survive.

"Put down the gun, Coburn. For yourself and for your wife." Xing Ze said lightly.

"What did you do to my wife? Did you kill her?"

"I am not a person who likes to kill innocent people indiscriminately. Your wife has nothing to do with what you have done. Of course, if you also want to survive, then don't be impulsive. You know very well that the gun alone cannot hurt you. mine."

Xing Ze's words shook Cobain's heart. He was not afraid of death. After experiencing the Iron Bridge incident, he had already seen through life and death. But he couldn't worry about his wife. She couldn't take care of him in her current state, and They also have no children.

The best outcome would have been for Ashley to be sent to a sanatorium after his death, but generally patients like her would have been sent to a mental hospital. Qybain knew what a mental hospital was like, and there was no way he was going to let that happen.

After some weighing, he put down the gun and begged, "Can I go see her?"

"Please." Xing Ze said generously.

Cobain took a deep breath, adjusted his mood, and then walked to the bedroom door. He hesitated at the door, and finally stretched out his hand and opened the door carefully.

Ashley was lying peacefully on the bed, and just as the person said, there was a glass on her bedside table with a little milk left in it, and next to it was a copy of "Selected Poems of Longfellow."

The old police officer was a little unsure. He couldn't figure out what the man outside meant. From Yuri's perspective, that guy was extremely dangerous and could kill people with just a few moves. What's more, it was questionable whether he was human or not.

He closed the door gently and walked back to the living room.

"what do you want?"

"About the person who is with you." Xing Ze said, "I need all the information about him."

Cobain expected this to happen. He walked to the kitchen with the glass in hand, bent down and took out a bottle of whiskey from under the sink. There was still one third of the wine in the glass.

"Want some?" he asked the strange young man.

"No. I have tea. Oh, I hope you don't mind, I used some of your tea without permission."

Cobain didn't reply, but silently poured a little whiskey into his teacup. After taking a sip, he asked: "Are you going to kill him?"

"It depends on the situation. If he poses a threat to me, then I can only kill him. If he is willing to talk to me like you, maybe it won't get to that point."

There was a brief silence.

The dripping sound of the kitchen water pipes echoed in his ears. Xing Ze picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea. He didn't mind waiting. After arriving at the hotel, he was a step late. The travelers were already surrounded by police. He could not act rashly, so he could only watch from a distance.

Blue Beak follows the ambulance, so he doesn't worry about losing them. What he wants to know more now is the origin of Yuri who disrupted his plan.

After all, some low-level magic spells have no effect on that person. Who can guarantee whether he has something hidden? If he suffers another loss, the gain will not be worth the loss.

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