"So what Pevrier got in Limoges was the Shroud of Turin, the linen stained with the blood of Jesus? hey, what a lucky fellow!" Slytherin sat in his chair, his chin propped up with one hand, his forearm propped up on the oak chair, and the fingers of the other hand tapping the armrest rhythmically, making a clear and regular 'knock' sound, giving a very leisurely feeling.

Lord Hufflepuff shook his head slightly, sighed and said, "It's hard to say if he was lucky or not, judging from the records on the sheepskin, he is likely to be cursed as well!"

Slytherin's half-open eyes flickered with an inexplicable light, a bright red tongue swam like a snake between the slightly open teeth, and the aura around him began to become strange.

"Do you say that there is the blood of Jesus on that shroud? It is the Son of God! Slytherin took a deep breath, letting it roll down his throat into the depths of his lustful heart, and then spit it out in a cloudy way, and suddenly the whole space was filled with that undisguised longing!

I wanted it so much! I wanted that unique blood so much! The mere thought of the scent of blood made Slytherin's lips and teeth begin to secrete saliva uncontrollably! It was like a delicacy that had never been served under his nose, but when he opened his mouth to devour it greedily, it vanished like an ethereal illusion!

The hand holding the chin of Slytherin involuntarily contracted, and the slender fingertips gripped deeply into the handsome side face with a strange flush, leaving deep red scratches!

Ravenclaw drank indifferently, not caring if anyone was going crazy at all, she was still immersed in hatred for her ex-husband, it seemed that every time the alcohol was stronger, her ex-husband died more tragically in her heart, which made her feel a little addicted, and the wine was wiped out one after another.

Gryffindor clasped his head behind his head and stared at the warm-colored roof with his eyes stunned, as if he was fugue, or thinking about his own business, as if he was leaving Slytherin to fend for himself.

Only Hufflepuff frowned, looked at Slytherin with some concern, hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "Salazar, I like that chair very much, don't break it"

The Big Four are actually very concerned about any information related to the King of Death, but there is no need to make it like a great enemy, they can defeat the Lord of Death once, and they can defeat him a second time! Operation Limoges is actually a trap! A trap specially designed to trap the King of Death!

That's right! They knew in advance that the Lord of Death was going to Limoges! Although it was Gryffindor and Ravenclaw who really attacked, in order to lower his vigilance, not to startle the snake, and attract the attention of other masters in the dark wizard camp, Slytherin and Hufflepuff also had very important puzzle tasks, and only after multiple operations did they have a powerful blow that almost killed the Lord of Death!

It's just that what I didn't expect was that in this case, he still couldn't completely kill the terrifying man, and finally let Grabe, the plague hand, escape with Pefrell who was seriously injured and died, which was an unimaginable heavy blow!

Slytherin, who had been excited for a long time in his hallucinations, finally calmed down, he rubbed his cheeks vigorously, and said with regret on his face: "I knew that the thing in Limoges was the Shroud of Turin, and it must not be the King of Death who got it, but me!"

Hearing this, Gryffindor still didn't have any expression, he just stared at the ceiling in a daze, and muttered to himself: "How did he survive that kind of injury? Even if he survived, how did he resist the curse? It's amazing, he can't die like this!"

yes! This guy can't die like this!

Hugo said goodbye to the Brown Knight at the gate, and told him to dispose of the horses at will, and it didn't matter if he could sell them or not, anyway, they were not short of money, and then he turned around and walked towards the castle, skillfully walked through the auditorium, climbed the Eagle Tower, and finally entered the common room, and found that there were very few people inside, and there was no familiar figure in sight, so he dragged his tired body back to the dormitory in a hurry.

He needs a truly relaxing rest!

Originally, Will was going to tell Hugo about his part-time job in the past two days, but Hugo didn't give him a chance at all, took his clothes off his body indiscriminately, threw himself into the bed, and fell asleep after a while!

This made the enthusiastic Will feel like a punch on the cotton, a little excited to explode but nowhere to vent the frustration! He had planned to show off like his good friend, but he was disturbed by this uncooperative guy!

When Hugo opened his eyes the next day, the sun was already full and he could dry the quilt! Blue-eyed squatted on the windowsill in the distance, tickling an owl he had never seen before! This big-eyed gray monster was enjoying himself, as if he was making a big deal of killing horses and chickens, and from time to time he shook his wings comfortably a few times, and made that very satisfied 'coo' sound, which looked really proud!

This brute is quite good at finding a technician! I haven't even been treated like this!!

Although this owl looks very angry, for the sake of being a messenger, Hugo is not going to bother with it, this guy has a letter on his feet! Will has no living relatives, and no one will write to him except Rosaline, and Rosaline's owl is much more beautiful than this gray one! That is to say, the letter on the paw of this guy must have been written to Hugo!

Who is it? not the sturdy whirring owl of the Brown Knights!

Hugo let out a big sigh, rubbed his astringent eyes, got down from the bed with difficulty, walked to the windowsill, and took the letter from the leg of the owl who did not want to pay attention to him and was immersed in the delicate massage, and read it casually!

To Hugo's surprise, this letter was written to him by Mr. Green! The content of the letter was also very simple, first telling him that what had happened in the past two days should not be told to anyone, including his roommate Will!

Why did Hugo feel that there was a feeling in Mr. Green's letter that 'you are lucky'?