Rodna suddenly reached out, grabbed Lin Ze's chin, and pulled his face forward and back, as if he was checking a horse's teeth.
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? Don't do it... I'm a serious person!" Lin Ze struggled to swat his hand away, but Rodna's fingers were like iron pliers and could not move at all.
"Well... this fluctuation of magic power is indeed unusual."
"It's none of your business! Let me go!" Lin Ze said vaguely.
Rodna let go of his hand and took a step back, "It's like... people from another world..."
Lin Ze's movements suddenly froze. He knew that while Golden Finger was constantly strengthening his magic power, it might have a certain impact on the magic circuit in his body, but he didn't expect that in Rodna's eyes, he didn't look like a person from this world at all.
"The magic circuit in your body is different from other wizards I have seen. Although it is similar, it is completely different in nature."
Lin Ze was silent for a few seconds, then sighed.
"You're right, I'm actually... not from this world."
"Huh?"
"Actually, I came back from another time. In my time, Wizarding World has been ruled by a huge dragon fruit spirit. All wizards are forced to eat five kilograms of dragon fruit every day. If they don't eat, they will be imprisoned in Azkaban."
Rodna was silent for a long time. "You are kidding me."
There was a rare and interesting look on that face that was so cold and almost monstrous.
It's been a long, long time since anyone dared to talk to him like this.
"Did you know?"
Rodna spoke slowly, "The last person who dared to talk to me like this is still counting stars on the top of Nurmengard's tower."
"Your dad?"
"..."
There is a crack in Rodna's expression management.
"I'm not very capable, but I'm very courageous." Rodna's voice was still calm, but the scornful attitude in his tone had obviously softened a bit.
"What the hell, I just have a bad mouth. I can't change the problems I've had since childhood." Lin Ze cupped his hand.
Rodna stared at him for a while and twitched the corner of his mouth.
Then he reached out and snapped his fingers.
The feeling of being locked in the surrounding space suddenly disappeared.
The stone bricks on the square that had been cratered by the blast began to return to their original shape at a speed visible to the naked eye. The rubble automatically flew back into the potholes, the cracks closed like zippers, and even the few street lights that were shattered by the shock wave came back on within a few seconds.
The three iron puppets also disappeared.
Those Muggles who had just turned into ashes were all lying neatly on the benches at the edge of the square, with peaceful postures and even breathing.
"They're not dead?" Lin Ze was stunned for a moment.
"Do I look like I'm killing innocent people indiscriminately?" Rodna asked, with a hint of displeasure in his tone.
Lin Ze opened his mouth and swallowed back the word "like" that came to his lips.
"It doesn't look like that. Your face looks like someone with great mercy and compassion to save all sentient beings. Just now, my eyes were blinded." Lin Ze bowed his hands and said compliments seriously.
But he couldn't help but murmur in his heart, he was a Avada Forking Curse when they just met, why didn't he kill innocent people indiscriminately?
Rodna raised his hand, lightly drew his fingertips in the air, and a slender space-time rift tore silently.
There was a silver-blue shimmer at the edge of the crack, like a stretched lightning bolt frozen in mid-air.
"Let's go, this is not the place to talk." Rodna took the lead in stepping into the rift.
Lin Ze stood on the spot, looked at the crack, and then at the square behind him that was being restored to its original state, and his mind was quickly calculating the success rate of his escape now.
Forget it, this guy can lock the space at will, making it impossible to escape.
He sighed resignedly and stepped into the crack.
At the other end of the gap is a study room. It may not be accurate to call it a study room, because the place is ridiculously large, and the four walls are covered with bookshelves reaching to the ceiling, filled with books in various languages and ages.
There was a fire burning in the fireplace, and the firelight reflected on the dark wooden floor, giving the entire room a warm tone.
Rodna was already sitting in a high-backed armchair in front of the fireplace, with a glass of red wine in his hand at some point. He raised his chin towards the chair opposite and motioned for Lin Ze to sit down.
Lin Ze was not polite and sat down in the chair. The chair was so soft that Lin Ze sank directly into it.
Huh--
Evil capitalist!
Rodna raised the wine glass and shook it slightly.
Then he snapped his fingers again, and an identical goblet appeared in Lin Ze's hand. Red wine was slowly poured into the goblet out of thin air.
"Thinking about how to run away?" Rodna took a sip of the red wine in his hand.
Lin Ze sighed deeply, picked up the wine glass and took a sip of it as if in a fit of anger. The liquid slid down his throat, carrying a caramel aroma.
Huh?
It also tastes delicious.
Lin Ze couldn't help but take two more sips. As he placed the wine glass on the round table aside, the wine was automatically filled again.
"If I don't run away, how can I run in front of you?"
"But then again, you came all the way to Britain just to find a relic of Dark Lord? With your ability, Voldemort's little possessions should not be able to catch your eye, right?"
Rodna put down the wine glass and pinched the five fingers of his right hand gently in the air, "Well... for me... it's really of no use."
"I'm just simply curious about what the second-generation Dark Lord person who can knock down almost all Europe will leave behind..."
"Then should we go back to that room and have a look?" Lin Ze said tentatively.
Rodna glanced at Lin Ze: "I did have some interest before, but now that I have met you, my interest in those things has disappeared."
Lin Ze:"..."
Well, you really follow your father and you are a crook...
Rodna stared into Lin Ze's eyes, those heterochromatic pupils glowing faintly under the firelight.
"An ordinary Auror can withstand my suppression for so long, and its reaction speed does not even slow down after being injured."
Lin Ze laughed twice, picked up the wine glass and took another sip.
He said to himself that it was because you didn't know I had a golden finger, and the more I was beaten, the more energetic I became.
"So, how did you do it?" Rodna asked.
"How did you do that?"
"As you fight, your magic power keeps growing."
Rodna leaned forward and his tone became serious, "I can feel that every time you release a spell, the magic power in your body will become more active. I have never seen this happen, at least not with other wizards."
"Maybe it's because I'm gifted." Lin Ze spread his hands.
"The world is so big, not everyone can be the same, right?"
Rodna stared at him for a while, then nodded in agreement.
"That's right."
Lin Ze feels that he may have put himself into a circle of talented people.
"You are a very interesting person." Rodna said with a smile.
"Did your dad also tell Dumbledore about this?" Lin Ze added casually.
Rodna's smile disappeared instantly, "Don't mention that person in front of me."
"Okay, okay, don't mention it, don't mention it." Lin Ze made a gesture of putting a seal on his mouth.