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"Where's the rest?"

After staring for two whole days, and after another dinner, Lin Mo finally blocked Dracris who was alone in the corridor.

When there is evidence, talk about the evidence. When there is no evidence, talk about the motive. Use the Split Curse to smash Mr. Streetlight. There are not many people in the entire Hogwarts who would target him in this way. Chrissy is obviously the most motivated.

That one.

And Lin Mo happened to know that she had a pretty good command of the splitting spell.

"I ask again, where is the rest?"

"You, what are you going to do!" Suddenly seeing Lin Mo, Chris took a few steps back in panic, but in the panic, she leaned against the cold wall. The wizard's robe could not withstand the chill behind her at all: "I don't

Know what you’re talking about!”

Lin Mo took a deep breath: "Really?"

He took a step closer and said coldly: "You have gone too far this time. Return Mr. Streetlight's components to me, and I will save you from the consequences. Otherwise..." He clasped his hands into fists and squeezed his knuckles.

It makes a crackling sound.

Chris had no choice but to retreat. When she heard this voice, her shoulders seemed to start to hurt again. The pain made her subconsciously frown. Since the last time she heard Crabbe say that he drank Mrs. Pince's unpleasant potion,

After vomiting all night, she didn't want to provoke this guy at all during this period, but she didn't expect that she was blocked by this guy due to carelessness.

"No, it's none of my business!" she said.

Lin Mo stared at Chris, her pale pointed cheeks seemed to have lost a little more color.

For Lin Mo, who has traveled through time and grown up again, the emotions of a child of this age are like written on his face. Those little emotions can be seen from the evasive eyes, the slightly trembling nose, and the slightly accelerated breathing.

The slightly sharp tone exposed her completely, and his intuition told him that this naughty child was not telling lies at this time, but was still hiding something.

Although it wasn't her who did it, her evasive action at the first moment still exposed her guilty conscience.

"Well, it's none of your business, right...?"

Chris couldn't help but shudder again, and then she was very angry at her own performance. How could she be afraid of this hateful guy? "It's none of my business!" she repeated, this time her tone was a little tougher.

"Really? I believe you didn't do it," Lin Mo sneered:

"But you see, I only said 'Give me back Mr. Streetlight's components' without going into detail about what happened, but you replied that it was none of your business, which shows... that you know exactly what happened.

"

Seeing that Chris's face turned pale again, he was even more sure of his intuition: "Maybe you know who Mr. Street Lamp is. After all, you have seen him in the Diagon Alley Market and the Wizard Express, but the question is how do you know Mr. Street Lamp?"

My husband’s components are missing? I haven’t told anyone about this. Even Brace doesn’t know what happened, so the question arises…”

He suddenly changed his relaxed tone, took a step forward and shouted sternly: "How did you know?!"

"It's Prefect Flint!" Chris screamed, "It's none of my business!"

After screaming, she looked confused. After a few seconds, she finally realized that she had betrayed Prefect Flint like this.

Why did she tell him so simply? How could it be like this? She clearly didn't want to say it, but...she seemed to be really scared just now, even scarier than when her father was angry. Could this damn guy be the devil?

?!

Chris slumped against the wall weakly.

It turned out to be Flint, Marcus Flint. Lin Mo raised his eyebrows in surprise.

It seems that he still underestimated the lower limit of the big-nosed prefect. When Blaise told him that Flint was furious in the lounge because of losing the game and cursed Muggles and Muggle-born magic thieves, he had not yet

He cared too much and thought it would be fine as long as he hid a little, but he didn't expect that he would actually vent his anger on Mr. Street Lamp?

However... if you combine it with the fact that Marcus's biggest wish after the return of the Dark Lord is to join the Death Eaters after graduation, it seems that doing such a thing is not so surprising. Magic street lamps, especially those who have worked in Diagon Alley

The magical guiding light that specifically guides the children of magic thieves probably seems worthless in the eyes of people like him.

Or worse, as long as such a guiding light still exists, it is like an ugly and eye-catching signboard reminding him that there are many Muggle-born magic thieves in the wizarding world who have not been isolated and switched off or even exterminated.

I have my motives and stance, but...

"There is still a problem..." He said calmly:

"Marcus... how did he know about the relationship between Mr. Street Lamp and me? Mr. Street Lamp hardly ever stayed in the lounge, and the place where the accident happened was at the place where Mr. Street Lamp and I regularly meet. Although we often meet, Ma

Kusi probably doesn’t have the patience to observe my behavior, so how did he know?”

A trace of panic flashed in Dracris's eyes, and she shook her head stiffly: "It's not me!"

"I haven't asked yet, Miss Malfoy, please don't rush to answer..." Lin Mo adjusted his smile, cleared his throat, and asked seriously: "Now, please tell me, did you tell Prefect Flint?

What’s the relationship between Mr. Streetlight and me?”

Chrissy shook her head stubbornly: "I won't do such a thing! And I won't take it out on other people's things!"

"Did someone else do it? Let me think about it..." Lin Mo paced slowly: "Could it be Miss Parkinson?"

Chrissy continued to shake her head.

"Oh, it turns out to be Miss Parkinson. I know. Thank you for telling the truth." Lin Mo confirmed his guess.

Chrissy's eyes showed helpless despair, and she confessed as if she had accepted her fate:

"Pansy just mentioned it to Prefect Flint inadvertently. She didn't expect that he would ask further questions or even remove the street lamp. I only found out about it yesterday after hearing Prefect Flint show off in our small circles."

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to Miss Parkinson," Lin Mo said lightly: "After all, the culprit is Marcus."

Chris shivered again, the third time today.

"You, what are you going to do to Marcus? I'm warning you, you can't mess with the seniors!"

"That seems to be the case." Lin Mo agreed in a rare way.

"It's good to know!" Chrissy sneered. When she thought about this hateful guy, she was very angry but couldn't do anything to Prefect Flint. Her mood finally improved, but she couldn't help but feel very angry.

Said proudly:

"Even if you are a good fighter, you can only bully those two idiots Goyle and Crabbe. You don't even know a lot of magic. Senior Flint can subdue you with just a few clicks. I advise you not to think about it!"

Just a broken magic street lamp!"

"Thank you for your concern, I will consider it carefully." Lin Mo said easily.

"Who cares about you!!!" Chrissy didn't expect this hateful guy to be so thick-skinned, and her face turned red with anger: "I'm laughing at you, can't you hear it?! I'm laughing at you! I'm laughing at you!!

!”

Lin Mo said nonchalantly: "In return, Chris, I advise you to consider your relationship with Miss Parkinson."

"Don't call me Chris!!!" the girl screamed: "How come Pansy doesn't need you, a law thief, to tell you what to do!"

"As you wish, Miss Malfoy." Lin Mo smiled:

"Do you know how Mr. Streetlight lost his job at the Diagon Alley Market?"

"Hmph, it's just a broken magic street lamp. Only a magic thief like you would care about what job it does!"

"Well, that's not necessarily true," Lin Mo finally said:

"Ask your father, Mr. Malfoy should know."

He fluffed his sleeves exaggeratedly, turned and left.

It was said that this kind of magic robe was really suitable for this action, so he couldn't help but imitate the ancient Chinese drama actors.

Chrissy was left in a daze. What did her father have to do with that shabby street lamp? Although he hated spell thieves and Muggles, how could he do such an inconspicuous thing? Let that street lamp lose his job.

What.

Is this really the case? Thinking of that hateful guy's expression just now, she felt a little unsure.

After a long time, she remembered another question.

Why does that guy look so...wrong? Shouldn't he be very, very angry? Shouldn't he be so angry that he wants to throw things? He is angry but helpless. Chris has experienced this emotion many times, why didn't she stop from it?

See the same look on that guy's face?

Chrissy couldn't understand.

She didn't know that Lin Mo had suppressed his anger two days ago.

At this moment, where she couldn't see, Lin Mo's face gradually turned cold.

Being angry means being very angry. As for being helpless, that’s not necessarily the case...

For a prefect who is more than ten years old, if he is oppressed like this and swallows his anger without any resistance, Lin Mo does not have this habit. Besides, if he wants to restore Mr. Streetlight intact, he needs those lost components.

Lin Mo carefully thought about all the information he had and showed a cold smile.

It is obviously impossible to ask Marcus directly and politely for success, and there is a 100% chance that he will be laughed at and humiliated. If he asks the teacher for help, without enough evidence, Marcus may directly destroy those components in desperation.

.So... If you can't do soft things, you can only do hard things. On the first and fifteenth day of junior high school, since you have done it, don't blame anyone.

Marcus Flint…

Let's go and see.