The next round of the damn case was coming to school. And acquaintance with all these wizards-professors, wizards-pupils, wizards-no understanding-who. Insane. Strange. And surely dangerous. For all but him, Pastor Colt Browning, MI6's best employee, because his faith is too strong and his logic is steel. Stronger and more steel than anything else in all worlds. That's what he thought when he looked at Pervers' teachers - and they were just as cautious, but more... friendly? Browning didn't believe in friendliness, especially from people like... and you can't call them people without tension!
Continuously chewing a mountain called Razvedel; walking the traits of those in what and changing colours like a cold chameleon, Susan McCanareicle; broadcasting exclusively through the birds Ugorus Luzhge with his all-understanding look and a stinking voice of some, Lord forgive me, holy martyr...
What could be more natural than a miracle?
The phrase of Yugorus has strangely crashed into memory. Browning has already heard it. I heard it much earlier than in the Central Intelligence Agency of Great Britain a man without a face and name told him about the existence of magicians.
Browning barely sighed, but still gave himself up. Magic protected the new master. The devil could be satisfied. Browning muffled through his teeth. The water at his lips suddenly turned blood on. He seemed to have lost a little control after all. Or his head?
There, in Pervers, everything he saw seemed ridiculous and unnatural to him. Ghosts walking down the hall, boys and girls waving magic wands, a skating rink that never froze... hell, that's all. And the main thing is that none of them, these seemingly grown-ups and not brainless people, were afraid of everything he tried to scare them with. To set the sorcerers on the right path? Oh, my God. Browning was never a fool, at least he didn't think he was, and soon he left all the talk of faith. From now on, he did not raise the topics of prayers, sins, exorcisms and inquisitions at all. He who has ears yes...
No. You don't have to excuse yourself with scripture quotes. It is simple. By myself. Never. He was not. Correct. At least not enough to keep your face in such a trial. And his motives have changed.
He just woke up with excitement, which was quite destructive, by the way, a sinful thing. Having watched what was happening enough and started to make hypotheses, he wanted only one thing - to shake the walls of Pervers, to bring them all to light, to find a traitor, to arrange a personal Gethsemane garden. Toss the truth in their smiling faces that not everything in their glorious swamp is so smooth, sweet and perfect, not all friends and not all can be trusted. He was perplexed by bile bewilderment. He was angry. And he wasn't going to retreat. And all this woke up the other half of his soul, which he usually tried to hold back. A detective.
The magicians knew almost nothing about such a magical, but necessary thing as deduction, and acted in their own foolish way, guided by their crazy rules and their naive habit of trusting each other. There was only one person who at least tried to listen to Browning, the one whom he most wanted to change his mind and who he would never be able to convince. Yugorus Luzh. Then it was just Yugorus. An interesting name: you can find biblical references, or you can also find weather.
A magical psychopath, a fanatics fanatic, one who should be burned. So it seemed at first, with this attitude is quite simple and convenient to coexist. And then... "What can be more natural than a miracle? Where did he get this from? Where could he get it from?" It's almost like "Be like children. It's someone else's."