Harry Potter Morning Light

Dr. Anthony didn't seem to sleep all night.

His office desk is full of books, and they all seem to be "antique books". Just by looking at the cover, you can tell that they must be old.

On top of that, there are quite a few cigarette butts in the ashtray, and the doctor always reminds other people not to smoke, but apparently they need it too.

When he noticed Mills coming, he just looked up and didn't move his posture. After Mills approached, he put a yellowed poster in front of Mills.

"What's this?"

"A circus poster," said Anthony wearily. "It's in French."

"What is written?"

Mills held the poster in his hand. On it was a beautiful woman, but her upper body was a human and the lower body was a snake, which looked weird.

Anthony took a breath, squinted his eyes and said, "Have you heard of the species of blood orcs?"

"What?"

"This species is born with a curse. When they are young, they are like normal people, and they will turn into animals later. The girl in the pictorial is called Nagini, and she can turn into a snake."

"Like a witch?"

"No, this curse means that she will eventually become exactly like a snake. She will not remember that she was a human. There was a sensational case in the last century. A woman said that she went to a magic school. A college is named after Wampus." Anthony tossed another picture book over. "Here's a picture of that animal."

Mills didn't touch the book.

But that didn't stop him from looking at the open picture album. The animal named Cat Leopard had the same eyes as Angela Warren.

"According to the atlas, this animal is good at hypnosis and Legilimency, the thunderbird can summon lightning, and the horned water snake has all the abilities."

"What about another animal?"

"Pukchi, but I think it might be painted Indians. Those gray dwarves can use bows and arrows just like them."

"This is just crazy," Mills said with some disgust.

"I like to visit the antique book market, and sometimes I can find interesting things from abandoned houses." Anthony blew a smoke ring and watched it dissipate in front of his eyes, "The residents of those houses suddenly disappeared, everything Just like when they left, like they're coming back any second."

"Where did they go?"

"I don't know, Mr. Mills, but I've heard that when we have a world war, the wizarding world is also at war, and the reason for their war is different from our uneven division of interests."

"what is the reason?"

"There was a madman who wanted to expose the magical world, and the wizards named him the Dark Lord."

"Are you kidding me?"

"I hope so." Anthony stared at Mills. "You've been to New York."

"Yes."

"In 1926, a strange thing happened in New York. The son of newspaper tycoon Henry Shaw ran for the Senate, but there was an accident at a fundraising dinner. The stage collapsed and Henry Shaw Jr. died instantly."

"It was a sad accident." Mills feigned sympathy.

"No, it wasn't an accident. He died of murder. Do you believe in magic in this world, Mr. Mills? Or do you believe that there is a society in this world that is very different from the world we know?"

"You mean, a world with magic?"

Anthony didn't make a sound, as if he had acquiesced.

"This is so ridiculous." Mills was pacing up and down Anthony's desk in a fit of rage.

"Henry Shaw, old and young, think so. There is an organization called Second Salem. They have been looking for evidence of the existence of wizards. On the morning of the fundraising dinner, members of that organization visited their father and son. Later that night Little Henry Shaw had an accident."

"You have no proof!" Mills growled, pointing at Anthony.

"We also have no evidence to prove that Angela's eyes have become like cats and leopards. Do you remember what the driver said? He saw a cat, and we will show him this photo."

"My God!" Mills cursed.

"Little Henry Shaw is my father's pride, and Langdon Shaw is regarded as a disappointing existence." Anthony ignored Mills and muttered to himself, "Langdon believes that there are strange things everywhere in New York City." Things, and those things are all witchcraft, and if the newspaper company were to be handed over to him, it would become a low-brow tabloid."

"How do you know that!" Mills asked.

"I found Assistant Henry Xiao's diary." Anthony raised the diary in his hand.

"So, you think we should go to someone from Second Salem?"

"I strongly discourage that, they're still hunting wizards."

"What? This is the 21st century!"

"It has nothing to do with the time we were in. When we were kids, our parents told us that wizards were evil, like the Witch Queen in Snow White. We really thought all wizards were evil. Can you List wizards who do little good?”

Mills was at a loss for words.

"We have many channels to obtain information. Wizards are evil, but few praise them for being good. In the Middle Ages, as long as people were unlucky, they would be considered to be related to the curse of wizards, not to mention the rewards that can be earned by catching wizards. There was a group of "bounty hunters" in the history of the United States. Regardless of whether they were criminals or not, as long as they could be exchanged for bounties, these "bounty hunters" would choose to hunt and kill. In addition to catching criminals, there were also wizards. These people became It became more and more corrupt and brutal. Eventually, they even started selling wizards, even capturing innocent No-Majs and selling them as wizards to gullible non-magical members of the community..."

"What is a No-Maj?"

"People like you and me who don't have magic," Anthony said. "When there are loopholes, there are loopholes, and this often means tragedy. Emotion is a gift from our animal ancestors, and cruelty is a human gift." A gift to ourselves. The reason why we dare not break the law is because we know the consequences of breaking the law, but where the law cannot supervise, what restrains us is other things, such as hell, we are afraid of going to hell after death. Do evil as we please, when we are not even afraid of going to hell, we will fall into real madness, sometimes what is scary is not the monsters hiding in the dark, but the people full of darkness, I think you should be very clear about this .”

"Have you changed your mind? Do you still want to continue eating with the chick?"

Anthony didn't answer Mills, he smoked in silence.

"New Salem is a charity," said Anthony a long time later. "They're ridiculous, but if they're successful..."

"Human traffickers in the cloak of charity?" Mills opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"As I said before, monsters don't necessarily have a scary appearance." Anthony stubbed out his unfinished cigarette, "What are you looking for today?"

"Investigate Angela's case." Mills took the yellowed poster in his hand and looked at it again, "But I think you already have your own ideas."