The corpse fragments "crackle" and wail, burning with the midday night's shade.
Lu Li was brought to the square by the heretics, bound to the stone pillar engraved with intricate runes and patterns.
The flames blazed, and Professor Hagrid ascended the steps, holding a short dagger wrapped with cloth in front of Lu Li.
"Are you going to sacrifice me to the Evil God?" Lu Li asked Professor Hagrid, who smiled gently.
"You don't seem surprised?" Professor Hagrid saw his reflection in those calm black eyes.
"Just suspicion."
For instance, why he was simply detained without guards, why in the last dream, the heretics bowed to them.
"You trust others too easily."
Professor Hagrid said, turning Lu Li's head, like a butcher facing cattle and sheep destined for slaughter, revealing a tender neck.
"Until suspicion accumulates to a certain degree, I won't alter my judgment."
After all, Professor Hagrid's respect was never false, making his betrayal shockingly inexplicable.
