Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

It's gloomy and dark, with many ancient objects and corpses in the museum.

Three figures, one tall and two short, are surrounding a small dwarf in the center.

The poor man had a sharp blade with a flickering cold light on his neck, but even so, the three of them didn't let him go.

I saw that Clark was very skilled enough to pull off the exquisitely crafted sapphire ring on Francis Sterling's hand, and swayed in front of him, a faint cold air followed the trajectory of the sapphire movement, condensing a circle of white mist in the air.

It turned out that in this sapphire ring, a powerful ice spell was still sealed.

After removing the last bit of protection from Francis Sterling, Clark took off the small jug he was hanging around his waist, unscrewed the lid of the jug, grabbed his mouth with a tiger's mouth, and poured him a mouthful of the liquid inside.

After all this was done, Clark patted Francis Sterling on the shoulder, "Now, we can have a good talk."

After this series of processing by Clark, the face of the goblin deputy curator completely dimmed.

The liquid in the jug that Clark poured into him just now was the compound decoction prepared by himself.

It is also relying on this that he can become a Muggle.

But from a goblin to a muggle, his own magic power was also suppressed by at least half. According to the amount Clark just gave him, he can only maintain this state from now until dawn.

Seeing that there was no hope of escaping, Francis Sterling was completely honest, "Okay, okay, you won, you can take whatever you want in this museum, and I will never say anything."

Under the coercion of the three of them, Francis Sterling returned to the office like this. As soon as he entered the room, Laura, under Clark's gesture, began to rummage through the boxes, especially the books and documents on the bookshelf, not a single one. Let go.

It's just that there are a lot of things in this office. In addition to some furniture, there are many sculptures, paintings and tome books.

Especially the bookshelf against the wall, like many people who like to fill the office with books, there is also a whole bookshelf in this room.

Laura searched for a long time, but compared to the huge amount of tasks on the bookshelf, it was only a drop in the bucket.

At this time, Francis Sterling also calmed down from the initial panic. He looked at Laura's back, and glanced left and right at Neville and Clark who were guarding him. His sly eyes rolled. , coughed deliberately.

"be honest!"

Neville immediately pressed down the short sword in his hand, and the sharp blade touched the opponent's skin, and immediately red blood beads came out.

"Okay! I'll be honest, but little brother, keep your sword steady, otherwise it will be troublesome when they can't find anything." Francis Sterling showed a pleasing smile on his face.

Clark heard the meaning in his words, "You know what we're looking for? And you're pretty sure that it's not here anymore!"

Francis Sterling raised the corners of his mouth proudly, and when Laura heard Clark's words, she stopped what she was doing and came over.

"Yes," Francis Sterling looked at the three people around him, "Hamnata, of course I know, you are looking for the message my former deputy director left in this office. "

"Where's the stuff?" Clark asked.

However, Francis Sterling knew that the situation had now been reversed, and the other party wanted something from him.

So he pretended to be uncomfortable and said: "Oh, I seem to have been injured during the fight just now. This man is getting old and his health is not good. Can you let me sit down and talk?"

Laura pulled a chair and pushed it in front of him, then took the back of his suit by the collar, lifted it to the chair and sat down.

"Can you say it now? You know, your life is still in our hands."

Francis Sterling put his hands together on his stomach and said unhurriedly.

"Don't be so fierce, it's not that I don't say it. It's just that I have a principle, that is, I never do business at a loss.

Do you want to know the news? Yes, but you have to give me back everything you just took from me! "

After speaking, he stared at Clark, and it seemed that the deputy curator was very concerned about the property being seized just now.

"You said this?"

Clark took out the talismans, necklaces, and rings from his pocket and shook them in front of Francis Sterling.

The other party stretched out his short hand and wanted to grab it, but he only grabbed an empty one.

"If your answer satisfies us, we will naturally return these things to you." Clark put these things back into his pockets and made a promise.

Unfortunately Francis Sterling does not seem to accept this condition.

"No, this is the basis for you to gain my trust. Only when you give me something, I think you really want to trade.

Otherwise, in the face of three thieves who sneak into the museum in the middle of the night, why should I trust you? "

Speaking of which, his courage seemed to be a bit rougher, "Those things are mine, and I can only talk about them when they come back."

"But to listen to you, it seems that it is not enough to just return the things." Clark looked at him blankly.

Francis Sterling gave the other party a threatening look, "Of course, this is called restitution. I haven't asked you for compensation. If you want to know the specific information, you have to give me this sword."

The goblin deputy curator greedily looked at the dagger against his neck, as if it was not a dangerous weapon that could kill him at any time, but a peerless beauty among goblins.

"This thing originally belonged to us, you just stole it, and now it's returned to the original owner, this condition is not too much..."

Francis Sterling was still haggling and haggling, but Laura gave Clark a look, clearly saying, it's your turn to act.

Clark understood what she meant, and the spiritual power poured out directly from the eyebrows, like a signal receiver, covering the brain of the goblin deputy curator.

"You said something was taken, was it yesterday? No! Was it the day before yesterday? Nor... was it four days ago? It seems so!"

"How many people took the things? One? Two? Three? Four? Four!"

"Which country are they from? England? France? Egypt? Germany? America? America!"

Francis Sterling didn't say a word, but looking at Clark in front of him, his eyes widened.

" Legilimency? You bastard, get out of my head, you thief, stealing memories is stealing!"

He desperately wanted to drive Clark's spirit out of his mind, but he guessed wrongly. Clark was not using Legilimency, but the level 2 ability [Detect Thought].

And what he did just now was no different from the way those interrogators obtained information.

It's just that one uses micro-expressions to distinguish the target's response to the correct information, and the other uses the ability of telepathy to obtain the other party's brain fluctuations when hearing the correct information.

So Francis Sterling's revolt was almost useless, and Clark was quick to get the general information.

"The other party is an American, there are four in total. They came here four days ago and obtained information or items about Hamna Tower left by the former deputy curator from him."

Under the gazes of the three, Francis Sterling lowered his head in frustration.

"I don't think you know them either, do you?"

Facing Clark's question, Francis Sterling also knew that it was useless not to speak, so he nodded.

"Look, how good this is, if you cooperate well next, maybe I will give you these things back." Clark took out the amulets from his pocket and shook them.

"Next, let me ask you, what are the origins of these Americans?"

"I don't know either." Seeing Clark frown, Francis Sterling tried his best to use his brain and suddenly thought of something.

"By the way, I heard those people call one of the older men a professor.

They should be teachers and students at the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the United States, because one of the four is a child, about the same height as the two of you. "

Clark nodded and continued to ask, "Why did you give them things? As far as I know, you have to squeeze oil out of stones, so the other four can make you compromise?"

Francis Sterling seemed a little gloomy when he heard this.

"Of course not, a fair deal is sacred and inviolable.

It's just... It's just that I didn't know there was such a thing at the time. When those people came, they were accompanied by officials from the Muggle government and officials from the Egyptian Ministry of Magic.

The ownership of this museum belongs to those two governments. I just work here. They are willing to hand over the contents of the museum to those American wizards. What can I do? "

Hearing Francis' grievances, Laura's eyes widened. She didn't expect that she would hear such exciting news on her adventure tonight.

Clark didn't care whether Laura's three views were broken, and after seeing that Francis was very cooperative in asking two questions, he asked the third question, "You gave them things so easily? No Keep a backup or something?"

Hearing this, Neville and Laura, who were still a little disappointed, immediately stared at the dwarf in front of them, yes, they just wanted information, not the original.

Unfortunately, Francis Sterling shook his head as if he had lost a lot of money.

"I also wanted to copy, but those people came too suddenly, and after they arrived, they kicked me out of the door and searched the room myself.

If they didn't think I was just a Muggle dwarf and didn't know who I really was, and they talked about Hamnata in the house, I wouldn't even know what they were here for. "

Clark took a deep breath, "Okay, I'm done asking, we'll go downstairs in a while, and we'll put your things in the vase on the right side of the door, you can find it yourself."

After finishing speaking, they ran out of the room without waiting for Francis Sterling to object.

After the three of Clark successfully retreated from the Cairo National Museum, they did not separate, but directly got into the second-hand car that Laura rented.

The old, second-hand Santana was driving on the dilapidated roads of Cairo, and finally stopped on the side of the road not far from their hotel in Clark.

"Are you magicians? Is there a magic school that teaches magic to children? Each country has its own magic government?"

Laura couldn't even unfasten her seat belt, so she turned her head impatiently and asked Clark three questions in a row.

Neville looked at Clark with some worry. For wizards, it is against the Wizarding Secrecy Act to freely disclose information related to the wizarding world to Muggles.

Although many young wizard parents from Muggle families knew the news, they had also signed magical contracts.

This ensures that even if these Muggle parents inadvertently reveal information about the wizarding world, the Muggle who hears them will, under the influence of the magical contract, think that there is something wrong with their brains, or that they mean something else .

And Laura doesn't have that kind of restraint here, even if they tell the news today, Laura will reveal it to others tomorrow.

In fact, if it wasn't for the oblivion spell, Neville would be ready to give Laura a shot right now.

However, Clark signaled that Neville should not be nervous. One of them was a [Psion] and the other was a [Arcane Knight]. They were no longer wizards, and the "Wizard Secrecy Act" could not control them.

Moreover, although Clark did not learn the Oblivion Spell from Lockhart, his newly acquired level 4 ability was [Making Memory].

It's just that now Clark and others still need to rely on Laura's adventure experience, and these things can be put aside for the time being.

"That's right, you heard what the dwarf deputy curator said just now. Not only does Egypt have a Ministry of Magic, but the UK also has it, and the UK Ministry of Magic has connections with high-level British government officials.

The two sides worked together to cover up the news of the magical world.

As for the two of us, we are students of Hogwarts, the British Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry. "

Seemingly satisfied with Clark's candid treatment, Laura released her right hand holding the anti-wolf spray on her belt, and her face softened.

"Why didn't you continue to press the deputy curator?" Laura asked again the doubts that had been accumulated in her heart since just now.

Clark looked at the night scene of Cairo's dilapidated streets through the windshield in front of the car. After a while, he said quietly.

"That's an American wizard~www.readwn.com~ scoff! You are British wizards, are you still afraid of those American wizards?" As a countess of the British Empire, Laura sneered disdainfully.

However, Clark was not irritated by her, just looked at her very peacefully.

"Of course we are not afraid of these American wizards, the world of extraordinary people, everything still depends on strength.

It's just that, if we push forward another seventy years, when the Suez Canal Company is still in our hands, we can go directly to the Egyptian Ministry of Magic and ask them to help arrest those American wizards.

It is a pity that the empire on which the sun never sets is a thing of the past. Just three years ago, the large-scale local war that Bald Eagle led and participated in made the world see his rise.

Today, in this area, the United States, which has a large number of high-tech weapons and shows overwhelming air superiority, is an existence that cannot be ignored! "

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