I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 454 Kind-hearted Miss Zhang

In a flash, Sirius had a guess in his mind.

He immediately turned to look at Jenas and the other two.

The three of them were sitting to the side, completely invisible. They lacked both magical skills and combat experience, and being young and having just graduated from magic school, they had not yet been affected by amnesia. Naturally, they had no say in this meeting.

Even when others talked about them, they remained silent.

"Jenus," Sirius said seriously, "have any of you three seen the life memories of the townspeople?"

"Life memories?" Jenas replied immediately, "No, sir."

"Yesterday, the three of us were maintaining the windsurfing boards and didn't have time to talk to anyone else."

"Bisk, what about you guys?" Sirius asked, turning to the three technicians.

"Us?" Biske, the leader, said wearily. "Craig shared what they saw after returning from the island. Us..."

None of you here are fools.

On the contrary, they were the most elite wizards in the Federation.

Sirius's casual guidance made everything clear to them.

"You mean—amnesia is transmitted through those memories?" Mr. Biske's eyes widened, and he instantly understood everything. Only Jenas and the other two on the Camelot did not share the memories of the town's residents, so they were not affected—so that's how it is!

The others also realized what was happening.

"Merlin's beard!"

"What kind of attack method is this? It's unprecedented and unheard of."

"Incredible! How could such extraordinary magic exist in the world?"

On one side, Miss Zhang was extinguishing the black energy above the heads of the wizards, and gradually everyone came back to life.

"Thank you—" Winston said.

His thoughts became quick again, and he felt warm all over, as the potion he had drunk was taking effect—no matter how many stimulants he had drunk before, they had no effect.

"Why are you being so polite with me!" Zhang Xiaolin smiled slightly, then waved her folding fan again.

A few minutes later, everyone present was 'purified'.

There was a moment of silence in the meeting room.

Although fatigue subsides, a person's spirit does not immediately rebound; it takes time to recover.

After a brief silence.

Sirius finally spoke.

He leaned forward, his hands crossed on the table.

He said coldly, "So now, what should we do with this town?"

"Do you have any thoughts, Ms. Zhang?"

His gaze fell on Zhang Xiaolin. After confirming his suspicions, it was obvious that this town had an inextricable connection with the Outer God. Perhaps those people were believers of the Outer God, members of the so-called chosen ones.

Since that's the case, he naturally has no worries.

Treat your enemies like an Arctic storm and utterly destroy them!

"Me?" Miss Zhang raised an eyebrow, then cruelly said, "Well—I'm just kind-hearted."

"Why not just burn this island to ashes!"

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The Camelot's dome opened again.

The next moment, countless "poof" sounds rang out.

The wizards Apparated away from the deck and reappeared in the town.

As dusk fell, it was time for the church to be brightly lit again.

As before, the townspeople gathered in the church.

Sirius organized a team.

The wizards in black robes held their wands, and like descending white silk, a huge curtain slowly fell, enveloping the entire church.

It is a veil formed by the convergence of multiple ultimate protective spells; used in reverse, it becomes the best prison.

Zhang Xiaolin took the lead, her heart filled with anger after having suffered a loss before.

It's still that same church.

In the main seat, the bishop was still holding his ancient holy book and praying. His followers sat blankly on the bench like puppets, listening to the church quietly, even though the church was useless. The puppet only needed to be controlled by strings, and the words spoken were just stories they told to themselves.

Miss Zhang, holding a folding fan, walked past the crowd as lightly as a willow leaf falling into a lake.

Now she stood before the bishop.

"Hi—how are you!" the girl said through gritted teeth.

The man before her was still reciting ancient hymns, his rhythmic words like notes on a musical string, carrying a wondrous melody.

Seeing that the other party was ignoring her, Ms. Zhang was too lazy to say anything more.

Her other hand rested on the bishop's shoulder.

"Emperor Yan—"

In an instant, a fiery tornado rose from the ground and swallowed it whole.

The flames, like a dragon in flight, ignited the entire church, burning a large hole in the ceiling and instantly piercing through the wooden floor beneath their feet. The intense heat scorched the earth, painting the brown soil crimson.

After a few breaths, Ms. Zhang withdrew her hand.

"Bang!"

Charred wood, burned off the ceiling, has fallen to the ground.

With a cold smile on her face, Miss Zhang stared coldly at the charred remains in front of her.

He could still be vaguely recognizable as human, but to insist that he was once a person was simply nonsense.

"Lin!" Mr. Winston rushed over, glaring angrily at Zhang Xiaolin. "He was still useful; we need to get some information out of him. Why did you kill him—"

"Your worries are unnecessary," Ms. Zhang said, then glanced at the pile of charred remains.

As if to prove her words.

The charred, dark body, indistinguishable from human form, suddenly emitted a crisp cracking sound, like ice slowly crumbling. A speck of charcoal fell to the ground, revealing perfectly intact skin. More and more charcoal then crumbled away, and the bishop was alive again, his new body even younger than before.

"Tch, they even repaired the clothes," Ms. Zhang muttered inexplicably.

Behind him, Mr. Basil, who had just arrived, twitched at the sound and looked somewhat resentful. He really didn't know what the girl in front of him was thinking.

"Alright, I'll just say one thing: take us to that mound and open it."

After escaping that day, she fell asleep in the church where she had arranged to meet Basil and the others. When she woke up, she wanted to explore the mound again, but when she arrived, she couldn't find the vine-woven door anywhere.

Thinking about it later, it probably requires special means to unlock—for example, that ancient language that I couldn't understand at all.

"Okay." Surprisingly, the bishop agreed.

Smiling, he turned and walked out from the back wall of the church, which had been burned through by the fire.

"So easy to talk to?" Miss Zhang was a little surprised. She raised her eyebrows in disbelief. "I thought I would have to use some tricks."

"However—" she whispered to the two people beside her, "this guy is definitely up to no good and is plotting something. We need to be careful."

"Ha—I can't believe you'll ever say that word again," Winston quipped. "I thought you'd erased it from your dictionary after those three days of furious cursing at those shamans."

"Looking for a beating?" Miss Zhang turned around and glared at him. "How dare a mere shaman curse us? What's wrong with me cursing them a few times?"

"Are those a few sentences?"

"And—didn't you kick their table first?"

"I kicked their table? Their cooking is so bad, I was just stating the facts, and those old geezers gave me attitude. They're spoiled and deserve a beating," the girl retorted.

"We are guests, so we should go along with the host's arrangements. Besides, it's the middle of the night and raining heavily, we're already being kind enough to have something to eat, and you're still being picky."

"Whose side are you on anyway?"

"Me? If I hadn't been chased for hundreds of kilometers, cursed, nearly exhausted to death, and hadn't broken my wand, I would definitely be on your side. By the way—could you pay for the wand I broke?"

"I think you're asking for a beating." Miss Zhang raised her foot to kick him in a fit of rage.

However, Winston skillfully dodged it.

Mr. Basil stood to the side, smiled, and said nothing.

After the amnesia was cured, happy memories of the past came flooding back, and everyone relaxed.

The wizard who had cast the veil tore a corner open for them. Sirius Black had some wizards continue to surround the area; the townspeople seemed harmless at first glance, but who knew if they were a group of undead in disguise?

He, along with several other wizards and the three South American refugees, headed toward the distant hills.

The road wasn't long, and the surrounding scenery didn't attract much attention. Although it seemed that after the amnesia was cured, there was nothing on the island that could put them in danger, only Sirius knew that as long as the Outer Gods were involved—things would never be simple.

About ten minutes later, the group arrived at a hill.

Before Miss Zhang could give the order, the bishop had already begun reciting prayers. Just like that night, the lush green grass on the ground suddenly began to grow rapidly, as if it were vines being pulled out of the ground.

They then connected with each other at an extremely fast speed to form a door.

"That's really strange," Winston said, slightly surprised.

He had not sensed any magical fluctuations just now.

Although the bishop is immortal, he is still just a Muggle. How did he manage to trigger the magical mechanism here?

Although he was filled with curiosity, Mr. Winston did not speak at that moment.

"It's quite unusual—Lin, did you find it yesterday?" Mr. Basil said.

"Hmm—but I suffered a bit," Ms. Zhang said calmly, recalling the hardships and dangers she encountered here yesterday.

She was too careless; otherwise, she wouldn't have been in such a sorry state.

The crowd gathered around the door made of vines, which seemed to have a life of its own, swaying gently in the breeze and emitting a faint scent of grass. The bishop knocked on the door.

A moment later, the door opened, and Mr. Thorn appeared before everyone.

Zhang Xiaolin was not surprised that the unidentified creature had come back to life.

Although she practically chopped him into mincemeat last night and burned him to ashes, it's not surprising that Mr. Thorn could also be resurrected if Mr. Bishop could be.

Everyone drew their wands.

His gaze was fixed intently on the vine-covered door.

"Don't rush in." Miss Zhang quickly pulled Mr. Basil, who was itching to go in, and also stopped Sirius.

"That thorny guy is really something," she said.

Then he waved his folding fan, flicking out a large ball of water that floated out and instantly enveloped the burly man in front of the door.

"Multiple freezes!"

Having learned from past mistakes, since the water prison couldn't hold him, then let's freeze him.

"They'll all be petrified!"

The cold air instantly froze the water prison. Miss Zhang felt uneasy again, so she threw out another petrification spell.

Then, looking up at the prison cell, which resembled a blue gemstone, she still felt a lingering fear for some reason—the hand that had choked her neck last night had left her with some psychological trauma.

"Winston, can you find a way to lock him up completely?" she asked the fat wizard beside her.

"Lock him up?" Winston nodded, then took a palm-sized box from his waist pocket.

Each of the six sides of the box is inlaid with a gemstone and decorated with intricate ancient runes.

He opened the box and tossed it over.

The box, made of some unknown material, drew a graceful arc in the air and then hovered above the 'sapphire'. Suddenly, a tremendous force of attraction emanated from the box, like a gaping maw that instantly swallowed the gem.

Winston flicked his wand, and the box that had fallen to the ground returned to his hand.

"Like this?" he said with a hint of smugness.

"Well, well—I didn't realize you'd improved so much these past few years," Miss Zhang said jokingly. "Unlike some people who are obsessed with the association's red tape and definitely haven't improved at all."

Winston smiled and did not refute.

He knew that the "certain people" Zhang Xiaolin was referring to were Mr. Basil, and Mr. Basil just scratched his head, seemingly unconcerned. This kind of banter between them had become a habit, adding to the enjoyment of the journey and easing the tense atmosphere.

"Can we go in now?" Mr. Basil quickly changed the subject.

"It should be fine now, right?" Miss Zhang frowned slightly, her gaze shifting among the crowd.

She was undecided—last night's experience made her acutely aware of the dangers of this place, and since she hadn't ventured far enough, she had no idea what other dangers lay ahead.

She didn't want to see anyone get hurt here.

"Alright, you guys follow behind me." Sirius stepped forward and said in an unquestionable tone.

Without giving the others much time to think, he drew his wand and headed toward the vine door.

With one step, he felt as if he had entered a plant kingdom.

Before me was a dimly lit corridor, the walls, ceiling, and floor all made of vines, with tiny white flowers peeking out from the gaps and emitting a faint light.

The scattered lights, like fireflies in the night, could not provide illumination for the corridor.

"The ultimate glow flickers," he whispered.

A pale, glowing light emerged from the tip of the wand and followed within a ten-foot radius around him.

Then the others followed them inside.

Step into this strange world constructed of vines one by one.

(End of this chapter)