A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Faced with Pierre's sophistry, Delacour had no choice but to take the unconscious people back to the hospital with them.

St. Bernard's Magical Hospital in Paris, as the largest magical hospital in France, is similar to St. Mungo's Hospital in the UK.

It houses treatment rooms for all types of magical illnesses and wounds. Normally, most magical accidents can be cured.

However, today's situation is somewhat unusual. Magic doctors crowded the ward, unable to do anything to deal with a row of wizards who had been hit and fell unconscious.

Andre wore thick glasses, scratched his head unconfidently, and questioned Pierre's judgment: "Pierre, are you sure one of them is unconscious?"

"There's no doubt it's the curse."

"But...but there's nothing wrong with our treatment method!" Andre was confused, and the other doctors in the ward were also very confused.

Everyone was talking about it and speculating on various possibilities.

"Quiet." Andre shouted, raising his voice. He took out his wand and asked the nurse next to him to lie on the bed.

"Celine, I'm sorry."

"Andre, come on!" Celine winked at Delon at the door of the ward, lying on the hospital bed enchantingly.

"Fainted!" Andre's spell hit Celine accurately, and she fainted immediately.

"The anti-curse potion..." Andre muttered, pouring the potion into a cup and feeding it to Celine.

Then, he took out his pocket watch and started timing.

"Hmm~" Celine murmured, and Youyou woke up.

Andre closed his pocket watch and looked at Pierre: "As you can see, there is no problem with the anti-curse agent. I'm sorry, there's nothing we can do."

If he is really fainting, it means that the wizard who cast the spell is very powerful and is far beyond their ability.

Pierre's face was heavy as he looked around at a row of fainted wizards: "First make a treatment plan. If possible, send someone to restore vitality to them to speed up their natural recovery."

"Recovery of vitality?" Andre put his hands in his pockets and shook his head slightly: "The hospital does not have enough manpower."

Delacour stood beside the hospital bed and suddenly said: "Money is not an issue."

Andre raised his eyebrows and nodded immediately: "I understand. Don't worry, Mr. Delacour, the hospital will arrange it as soon as possible."

"Boss, we dug it out!" Louis rushed into the ward dusty and shouted to Pierre.

He turned his head and glanced at Delon, who was surrounded by a group of witches and whose hands were being touched from time to time.

Alas, Louis couldn't help but sigh and touched his face helplessly.

"Any clues?" Pierre asked.

Louis took two steps forward and whispered in his ear: "The body of the maid was found, and another one was suspected to be Corvis."

"Suspected?" Pierre was stunned for a moment, "What do you mean?"

"The body was very young, but deformed. I suspect that it was a new body made by Corvis using black magic.

Also, found this one at Lestrange Manor. "Louis handed Pierre a magic diary.

Pierre flipped through the diary, his face getting darker and darker. It is filled with all kinds of weird symbols and experimental drawings, including detailed instructions on how to use magic to perfectly separate human flesh and bone.

He closed the diary with a snap. As expected, he guessed correctly, this disaster was related to old Covis.

The last entry in the diary was written two days ago. Old Covis had made all preparations. Logically speaking, he should not fail, let alone cause an underground collapse.

Pierre fell into thinking, habitually took out a cigarette and lit it for himself.

"Pierre, no smoking is allowed in the ward!" Andre reminded.

"Sorry." Pierre came to the window and stared at the crooked buildings outside. "Who ruined old Covis's plan?"

"Boss, can the case be closed?" Louis also took out one, came over and asked.

Pierre exhaled a smoke ring and chuckled: "We are just investigating secretly. Even if the murderer is found, the members of the Senate will not admit it."

"Then we still need to check?"

Pierre closed his eyes and was silent for a moment, then took a deep breath of cigarette and said firmly: "Check!"

He pinched out the cigarette butt and looked at Louis: "We have to find the truth and give ourselves and the city an explanation."

Under the dual effects of the anti-curse potion and rejuvenation, the comatose wizard began to wake up slowly after a week.

When Pierre got the news, he ran to the hospital immediately, hoping to find clues. However, the result of the inquiry made him very frustrated.

Everyone's memory is fixed on the moment when Corvis fell, and there is no memory of what happened after that.

After hearing the news about the collapse of the catacombs, everyone ran back to the manor eagerly. Pierre thought there were some clues, but who knew they were all going to grab the box.

However, Barbara woke up first and had emptied all the boxes.

Pierre looked at the group of wizards competing for family property and sighed helplessly. The body of old Corvis was in the coffin nearby, unnoticed.

A few days later, Roger and Jessica followed Barbara to Père Lachaise Cemetery.

Not far from the cemetery, Louis stared at them closely: "Boss, you must have forgotten everything!"

"I know!" Pierre stood under the tree and looked at the group of wizards dressed in black.

A bold conjecture came to his mind. Is it possible that the culprit who caused everything was among them.

"How about a flashback spell?" Pierre thought to himself, then rejected it.

The Senate repeatedly refused to allow the investigation to continue, and he had received a stern warning from the Speaker.

Pierre's eyes roamed around, quickly recalling everyone's reaction to waking up. Suddenly, his eyes turned to Roger.

The kid was so calm and his answers were so logical. Based on his years of experience in handling cases, Rogge must be hiding something.

As soon as the funeral was over, Pierre walked towards Jessica and her son. He greeted in jerky English: "Hello, Mrs. Jessica. Can I chat with Roger for a few words?"

Rogge's heart tightened. He had understood everything through the words on the inside of his clothes. Pierre in front of him wouldn't notice anything.

Jessica frowned, vaguely feeling that the collapse of Paris had something to do with her son. Especially when she was in a coma, except for her own son, she couldn't think of anyone who could practice the spell to such an advanced level.

"Mom, it's okay." Roger comforted.

"Okay, call me if you have anything." Jessica stared at Pierre solemnly, with an obvious warning in her eyes.

Pierre smiled and asked gently: "Rogge, do you still remember what happened after Corvis fell?"

"No. I don't remember anything." Rogge and Pierre looked at each other, neither humble nor arrogant. "No one thought that he was not dead."

"Yes, magic is always magical. What are your plans next? Are you going back to England?"

"Aunt Barbara invites us to go on vacation to the Alps."

"It seems that the Delacour family has received a considerable inheritance." Pierre commented.

Rogge secretly cursed, it was more than impressive. If it weren't for the pressure from others, she wouldn't have handed over a single box.

After a huge argument, Barbara takes two with Jessica's help. In return, Jessica takes away one, and all the Lestrange family's magic books belong to Roger.

"Goodbye, Monsieur Pierre."

"Goodbye." Pierre looked at their disappearing figures and instinctively lit another cigarette.

The sun was setting and Pierre was walking on the streets of Paris. Muggle machines lifted and dropped to strengthen or demolish houses.

"Sophie, Sophie!" The lady hugged the cat and cried with joy: "I knew you were still alive."

The cat was snoring and meowing in the lady's arms.

"Hmph, if you didn't see Sophie, how could you say she was dead?" The lady hummed dissatisfied at the neighbor, and carried Sophie back to the house.

"No one thought he wasn't dead."

Rogge's words echoed in Pierre's ears, and he slapped his thigh suddenly. How did Rogge know that Corvis's fall was a fake death!

The old crow has always been in the coffin. The group of wizards have been fighting for the inheritance and have never opened it.

"Could it be...could this child have seen the murderer?" Pierre exclaimed and hurried to Delacour Manor.

However, the house elves told him that their masters had gone to Austria via the Floo Network.

"Oh, what a pity." Pierre turned the cigarette case upside down, but there was no smoke in it.

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