The Evil God of Hogwarts

The thin man in front of him gave Xing Ze an inexplicable feeling of disgust. He couldn't tell where this feeling came from.

Maybe it was the flash of madness in the other person's brown pupils, maybe it was his pale and sickly complexion, or maybe it was his eyes that looked like he was looking at a corpse.

All in all, Xing Ze hates Ackerman, and he hates sitting with him and talking about things even more. The other person's unwavering voice sounds like a regular machine, making people feel like he is talking to a robot.

"I'm glad you can come, Mr. Xingze." Ackerman pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose. Judging from the thin heat rising from the coffee in his hand, he should have been here for a while.

"I'm not really happy." Xing Ze made no attempt to hide his disgust. He had spoken harshly of Ackerman when he first received psychiatric treatment at St. Mungo's.

"I'm not surprised." The therapist calmly pushed the coffee aside. "But we have an agreement, don't we? I promise, sir, it will take a lot less time to talk to me than to try to send me here."

"Come on, Mr. Ackerman, or should I call you Herbert West?"

When he heard the name, West's face did not waver at all, "It must be one of my talkative colleagues who told you some of my past.

"That's good, so we don't have to waste time introducing ourselves. Let me just say it, sir, you are someone special."

"I'm so flattered."

West smiled stiffly, "My teacher, Hanno von Winkler. He has been studying dreams all his life..."

"Let's get to the point, Mr. Ackerman." Xing Ze interrupted, "I have investigated him, and I also know that you led his research after he retired due to his mental condition."

"Then we can save a lot of time. My teacher found that some people can access dreams more easily than ordinary people. We call them dreamers. They sometimes enter dreams during sleep, but they will only be slightly affected. .

"When the impact becomes large enough, they will have various hallucinations like ordinary people. And what is different from ordinary people is that some of them will not go crazy. Instead, they will be inspired."

"Inspired? By whom?" Xing Ze asked with a frown.

"The stuff of dreams."

Xing Ze remembered what Edwin had mentioned: The Sabbat Order would turn those who can communicate with dreams into sons of God.

"God's son."

West poked his head forward and asked doubtfully: "What?"

"Some religious organizations, they will call such people the Son of God." Xing Ze explained, "Just like...like the Son of God in Christianity. They hope that these people can open the way to dreams, so that the true God can come. "

"A very interesting theory." West nodded thoughtfully, "Back to the previous topic. We prefer to call those who are inspired and do not lose their minds as dream travelers. Their spirits, well - their Spirit and reason are in a delicate balance.

"It is difficult for them to be affected by dreams again. At least when faced with some mild dream pollution, they did not produce any fluctuations. However, after using more serious pollution on them, their performance was different, and some were very fast. If you break down, you can persist for a long time.”

"Those people are you using for research?" Xing Ze questioned.

"They are voluntary." West said calmly, "Our research has been approved by the International Magic Committee."

Xing Ze didn't intend to dwell too much on this matter, "Is Benson one of them?"

"Benson Price, yes, he is a very good experimental subject." The therapist's face finally showed a slight change, showing madness and obsession.

"What exactly do you want to say?" Xing Ze asked impatiently, "Are you implying that I can also communicate with dreams? So, you want me to join the experiment?

"But I thought your research had been shut down. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been transferred to St. Mungo's."

West nodded and said, "You're right. They stopped my research, but they didn't stop Hanno's."

"Sounds complicated. Can we skip the part about your research?"

"Of course, I originally planned to mention this." West returned to his original appearance, "What I want to say is, no matter what you are investigating, let me join, I can help you."

"Why? Why do I need your help?"

"I can help you solve some unexplainable problems," West said.

"for example?"

"Such as what you found in the underground arena in Nottingham. I don't think you know what that place is used for."

Xing Ze chuckled, "Maybe you can explain what that place is used for, but you can also just find a bunch of nouns to fool me."

"Don't make a decision so quickly, Mr. Xing Ze." West took his briefcase from the side, "We still have time, they probably haven't reached the final step yet."

"Speak humanly, Mr. Ackerman."

"When I join you, I will naturally tell you everything I know. Before you get there, I suggest you take a look at my research." West took out a large stack of bound documents from his briefcase.

"I eliminated a lot of obscure content and tried to make it accessible to any ordinary wizard."

"Wait a minute." Xing Ze waved his hand as if begging for mercy, "Why are you pestering me?"

"Didn't you listen to what I just said?"

"I'm not a sleepwalker."

"It's the Dream Traveler. Of course you are not them, you are more special than them. When I first diagnosed you, I knew you were the person Hanno was looking for.

"You are special, Mr. Xingze. Take a look at my research and then give me an answer. I will wait for you."

After saying this, West stood up, nodded politely to Xing Ze, then picked up his briefcase and walked to the door.

Xing Ze looked at the pile of research materials on the table and sighed heavily.

…

On the way back to the Yeqi carriage, Ellie asked him about the content of the conversation.

"Beach, bikini, and Krabby Patty."

Ellie frowned in confusion.

"Then what do you think two men are talking about when they sit together?"

The eldest lady took out her wand and knocked on the carriage door angrily. The door next to Xing Ze suddenly opened, and the cold wind rushed in like a knife.

"Calm down, Miss Shafiq, I was kidding you. For Merlin's sake, close the door."

The eldest lady moved her magic wand and the car door closed immediately.

"He wants to join us." Xing Ze answered honestly.

"What?" The eldest lady was very surprised, "For what?"

"In order to better study dreams."

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