Chapter 1247 Reasoning about the 3rd generation

“Huh? You… you used to be a monk?”

Benitez raised his head and looked forward, his eyes cruising on the fat monk’s monk’s robe.

“Judging from your attire, it should be a high-level cultivator, right? I don’t know who you are—”

There were ghosts at Hogwarts, something he had known for a long time, but he had never imagined that there would be spirits of the clergy here.

As a cleric who believes in God and serves religion, it is obviously not normal for his soul to remain in the magic school after his death.

“Oh yes – I, um, used to be a missionary in Scotland.”

The fat cultivator tugged at the corner of his clothes, his eyes full of complexity and confusion, and said softly.

“On the other hand, I’m also a wizard – as for my name when I was alive, you can just call me ‘Fat Monk’.”

“Okay. Jose, Jose Benitez. A priest…”

Benitez shrugged, gave a church salute, and introduced himself.

“My church is on the shores of Loch Lomond not far from here, if you want to pray and read the scriptures, you can…”

“Dad—”

Elena lightly stepped on Benitez and whispered with a subtle expression.

“This is Hogwarts, you should be careful…”

“Nice to meet you, fat monk.”

At the same time, Mrs. Aibo walked over quickly.

She nodded politely to the fat monk and looked at Benitez curiously.

“So… so you’re a wizard too? Mr. Benitez. Well, or one of your parents was a wizard?”

One parent, wizard?

Lucius Malfoy frowned slightly, and his eyes flickered.

So that Muggle man named Benitez could be a Squib? Fortunately, he didn’t show too much contempt or say something inappropriate just now.

Things may be more complicated than he imagined. If the blood of Elena Kaslana is considered, then the parents of Benitez are a little subtle.

“Wizard? No, I’m just an ordinary priest.”

Benitez scratched his cheeks a little uncomfortably, and shook his head and answered seriously as Elena poked quietly.

“As for why I can see ghosts, maybe it’s because of…believe in the Holy Light?”

“Faith… Holy Light?!”

The fat cultivator suddenly let out a soft cry, and his originally melancholy expression instantly turned into vigilance and panic.

“You, you—but, but this is Hogwarts, you heretics are not—”

Well, there are indeed a lot of historical documents worth reading.

It seems that her efforts in the history of magic have not been in vain, and the fat monk can really help her fill in the mysterious annotation of Father Father’s “extraordinary status”.

“Relax, fat friar. The war between the non-magical world and the magical world is long over–”

Elena chuckled lightly and inserted herself between the two like an elf, smiling softly to comfort the astonished ghost.

“Papa Benitez has no task, he is just an ordinary parent who attends the parent-teacher conference. Well, he will visit the college dormitory later…”

Not continuing to entangle on this issue, Elena said while pulling Benitez down the stairs, and by the way quietly sent an encrypted voice to a major editor.

As the top demon lord taught by Grindelwald and Dumbledore, Elena knows very well what it means to go too far – she just needs to plant a small seed, and the remaining blanks will naturally be filled by well-meaning audiences. Not to mention, there is also a Great Arcana who is at the pinnacle of the current magic world’s brain and fantasy realm.

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As Elena and the two disappeared at the end of the corridor, the corridor temporarily fell into a strange silence.

The fat cultivator was quietly suspended in the air, his expression constantly changing as if he was thinking about something.

Before everyone could react, he seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly drifted towards the other end of Hogwarts Castle.

“Warning! Oh yes, it can’t be – I’ll have to tell the professors – it’s not right -”

The fat monk quickly disappeared into the wall by the corridor, but his self-talk before leaving obviously aggravated his doubts.

Mr. Granger was quietly asking what happened to Hermione just now, and the other wizards onlookers were more confused and disturbed.

However, after a few seconds.

A low, but clear enough murmur suddenly broke the silence.

“Could it be… um, that’s how it is…”

Xenophilius said softly, twisting the pendant with his right hand, instantly attracting everyone’s attention.

“What’s the matter? You know—Mr. Benitez and the Fat Friar, that was—”

Mrs. Aibo asked in a low voice curiously, her tone full of excitement about wanting to hear gossip.

“Not sure, but some small guesses—”

Xenophile paused, looked around, and after thinking for a few seconds, said in a rather mysterious whisper.

“You should know that the reason why Hogwarts was born, the four founders established this magic school in order to protect and cultivate underage wizards.”

“In some of the history that the Ministry of Magic has deliberately hidden, there are records of the past that wizards do not want to admit and remember, about the long war between the non-magical world and the magical world.”

“War? Wait, don’t you mean medieval witch hunts, and the Holy See…”

At this moment, Mr. Granger couldn’t help but ask, his expression was a little dignified.

“I heard that many wizards were caught by the Holy See back then, the stakes and so on… I thought those were just ignorance, but I didn’t expect that there was really… a war?”

“Muggle witch hunts in the Middle Ages? Well, if you’ve read a little bit of history of magic, you’ll know that Muggles can’t hurt wizards at all—”

Lucius Malfoy snorted disdainfully and sneered arrogantly, “Some witches were even caught by Muggles on purpose and burned dozens of times in a row in order to experience the excitement.”

He didn’t want to get involved in such a stupid discussion, but Lucius couldn’t stand those idiots who were talking about prey sports in a serious way.

“You don’t want to say, what kind of ‘Witch Hunter’ from the non-magical world is that Father Benitez?”

“Ah, you’re right—”

Xenophilius blinked and turned his head to look at Lucius Malfoy, as if he had just noticed him beside him.

“Mr. Malfoy, it seems that you must have paid attention to the content of the ninety-third issue of The Quibbler! The secret war between the magical world and the non-magical world.”

“However, ‘Wizard Hunter’ mainly refers to mercenary hunters employed by private idlers. Mr. Benitez should be different…”

Xenophilius raised his fingers solemnly, glanced carefully at the end of the corridor, and said in a low voice.

“You should all know that in the long war between the two worlds, it ended with the wizard leaving the light side.”

“And in this, the power from the Muggle Holy See is obviously one of the important factors that prompted the compromise of the Ministry of Magic.”

“For example, the heretic inquisition mentioned by the fat monk just now is a magical power affiliated with the church-and if I guess correctly, Mr. Benitez is also very likely-”

Mr. Lovegood did not come to a conclusion, but paused for a long time and looked meaningfully at the wall where the fat monk disappeared.

“Even though the war is over long ago, the vigilance and arming of the non-magical world has obviously never really been lifted, just as magic has never disappeared.”

“Trial for Heresy? Magical armed forces from the non-magical world?”

Lucius Malfoy’s expression was a little subtle. After pondering the words, he said tentatively softly.

“I admit, Mr. Lovegood, your story is very good. But is it possible that he is just a… Squib who happens to be a priest in a Muggle church?”

“Then he must also be a ‘Squib’ who is very strong, knows all kinds of knowledge in the magic world, and is extremely good at fighting.”

Before Mr. Lovegood could answer, Mrs. Abbott said quietly, a curious gleam flashed in her eyes.

“Perhaps you didn’t notice that Mr. Benitez’s angular muscles under his robes, I doubt he could even fight a werewolf with his bare hands.”

“And, if I’m not mistaken, he was supposed to be at Hogwarts for the first time like Mr Granger, but he wasn’t waiting at the school gate with us…he may have no more secrets than Miss Kaslana. Less. But it’s not surprising, after all, just by looking at Miss Kaslana’s performance in school, you can tell that she is definitely not a child from an ordinary family.”

“I see, I see. It’s… interesting.”

Lucius Malfoy murmured and nodded thoughtfully.

In fact, he had already suspected it before – the witch’s intelligence and magic surpassed ordinary people by too much.

From the information queried by the Hogwarts school board, Elena Kaslana should have spent most of her time in that orphanage, not Nurmengard.

On the other hand, if Grindelwald wants to trace the bloodline, then Miss Kaslana is too young – there must be a more recent direct descendant above her.

The Dark Lord who swept the world at the beginning of the twentieth century.

The middle-aged priest who lives in seclusion around Hogwarts~www.readmtl.com~ is suspected of the Inquisition.

And… a young witch who is very likely to be crowned king in the new generation, the end of all disputes.

Now, Lucius Malfoy finally found a ray of light in that layer of fog, the layer of truth hidden from everyone’s sight.

The death of ancient and powerful magic families is often extremely slow, especially when there are still top wizards in this magic family, it is impossible to appear unknown.

unless–

All the heirs of the family died, or they were not active in the wizarding world.

Lucius Malfoy sighed softly, and after pondering for a few seconds, his eyes gradually firmed.

Now, he finally understood the camp of his allegiance.

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Great!