Rebirth: I am the strongest second generation of Harry Potter

Chapter 147

Ding Dong, the speed of the elevator gradually slowed down, and soon, the fifth floor of the magic damage department appeared in front of Hector.

""Fifth floor, Spell Damage Department," a female voice sounded, and the old iron gate was opened by the elevator attendant.

Hector did not get off the elevator in time. He was still confused about the Fox tail feather that appeared out of thin air in his pocket.

Hector: I was stunned at the time and didn't know how to explain it. It seems that I just swore that I definitely didn't do it, but now the evidence is on me. If Fox finds out, how should I explain it?

Fox: No need to explain, just cover it up.

""Sir, you have arrived."

The elevator attendant reminded quietly, and Hector suddenly came to his senses. At the elevator door, two gloomy men in black suits and hats were quietly waiting, looking Hector up and down. Hector carefully looked at the two people standing in front of him.

The man standing in front, closer to the elevator door, was very burly, almost completely blocking his companion behind him; the wizard who was blocked behind him had a colder and more cautious temperament. One of his hands was holding an old-fashioned brown suitcase, and the other hand was already in his pocket.

It looked like Hector thought to himself,"I don't think I'm easy to mess with."

To dispel their suspicion, Hector pretended to be in a trance due to excessive sadness, and woke up from a dream after hearing the reminder. He apologized to the two people in front of him in a low voice with a hint of timidity, and walked out of the elevator quickly without waiting for their response.

The burly man leaned to the side, making a small gap for Hector's slender body to squeeze through. His body blocked Hector and the thin man the whole time. After confirming that Hector had no intention of attacking, the thin man carrying the box walked into the elevator first.

"Please go down first, miss. You can continue working after the next elevator comes up."

The thin man in a suit and tie said in a calm tone with an irrefutable tone. The new elevator attendant wanted to say a few words to fulfill her duties, but the burly man was already standing in front of her.

The burly man said nothing and there was no expression on his face. He just stood there quietly, looking at the elevator attendant indifferently.

The elevator attendant gave up all the ideas she wanted to say. She lowered her head and walked out of the elevator quickly. With a click, the iron gate of the elevator was heavily closed, and the two men in suits and ties quickly disappeared from the sight of the elevator attendant.

The characters who appeared in this place and can be described in such detail are naturally of extraordinary importance, so let us follow their figures and continue to watch.

"Boss, we can just ask the people in charge at St. Mungo's to turn off the Anti-Apparition Charm. Wouldn't it be easier and safer to transport it that way?"

"Just do as you are asked, and don't ask too many questions. Those senior experts we can think of can naturally think of what we can think of. Since there must be a reason for taking such a risk, I don't know what that reason is, and I don't want to know."

The conversation ended like this, and the elevator quickly landed on the platform on the first floor. Before the elevator came to a complete stop, the burly man's wand was already in his hand.

The iron gate was opened, and the first person to stick his head out was not the burly man, but two mirrors, and then the burly man.

The strange thing was that the burly man who stepped out first was also carrying an old-fashioned brown suitcase in his hand, exactly the same as the thin man, the one he called the boss.

Then came the thin man, also carrying an identical suitcase in his hand, and he was still the same as before. He walked cautiously behind the burly man on the fifth floor, looking around carefully.

Unlike the burly man who held his wand in his hand, the thin man's wand was much more secretive. It was quietly hidden in the empty sleeve waiting for its master's call to deal with any possible situation.

After walking a few steps, the burly man's pace suddenly stopped, and the thin man's wand had slipped into his hand.

The originally scattered crowd around seemed to suddenly become dense and dense at this moment, and it was Moody who stopped them.

"Department of Mysteries? Let your operations leader speak out."

Moody's words were always so straightforward, and his style of doing things was naturally the same, which was very obvious from the wand poking at the burly man's neck.

"Mad-Eye Moody, a very appropriate nickname. After so many years, you still don't know how to control your temper. Times have changed, old man. You won't end up well if you keep doing this."

Moody's pupils suddenly shrank, and then quickly relaxed. He curled his lips,

"Who did I think it was? It turned out to be the spy's brother, Grimes Rookwood. I have been keeping an eye on you, and when the day comes that you reveal your true colors, I will send you to Azkaban to accompany your brother August - and that day will definitely come sooner than you think."

The burly man standing in front of Rookwood was easily pushed away by Moody. Moody's expression was as ferocious as his threatening words, coupled with his face full of scars. If an ordinary person stood here, he would definitely be frightened by this aggressive and ferocious veteran Auror, but Rookwood did not. Before Moody rushed in front of him, Rookwood had already placed the box across his chest, with a calm, even somewhat provocative calmness on his face.

Moody had to stop in his tracks. He had no idea what was in the box in front of him.��I know, but the affairs that the Silent Man can intervene in are not only extremely confidential, but also extremely dangerous.

Seeing Moody stop, Rookwood showed a look of regret on his face, but soon that regretful look was restrained by him and disappeared without a trace.

"I thought you would rush at me, what a pity! If you were one step closer, I could have shot you dead."

"That's such a pity."

Silence.

Neither of them had gained even the slightest advantage in the conversation, and now the stares were almost the same.

"My brother's spying is indeed despicable. August and I have no other relationship except for a slight connection in blood."

Rookwood broke the stalemate between the two men, but his eyes were still fixed on Moody. Moody's ferocious face showed a bit of mockery, but he didn't say anything and let Rookwood continue.

"Therefore, if you want to bring me down, you and your master behind me must think of better ways, whether it is framing or fabricating, it all depends on your ability."

"See you next time."

Before Moody could react, Rookwood passed by Moody. Moody wanted to stop him, but the burly man stood in front of him very diligently. The guy who was easily pushed away by him before was like an indestructible wall at this moment, faithfully completing the task of blocking.

The crowd around them scattered again and returned to their previous state, as if nothing had happened.

Rookwood was in front, and the burly man was behind. The two of them quickly disappeared into St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.

""Let's go."

Moody gritted his teeth and said this. He took the elevator with two trainee Aurors who also had gloomy faces.

His sight returned to Hector.

He had no idea what happened downstairs, but he clearly felt the free time caused by the confrontation. After getting off the elevator, he first came to a hidden corner. After making sure that the two oppressive guys in suits and leather shoes had gone downstairs, Hector took out the compass from the package.

As for Fox's feather and the note with the feather, Hector, who was busy now, really had no time to look at it clearly. He simply put it aside for the time being. The most important thing was to find Wendel first.

The direction pointed by the compass was very stable, which was a mixed bag of good and bad news. The good reason was that it was easy to find. As for the bad side, that was... Wendel's condition was probably not good, and it was very serious.

This could be known from the direction of the compass.

Wendel was at the end of the corridor.

According to Hector's understanding, the deeper into the hospital layout, the quieter it was, which indicated that the patient needed to rest and the more difficult the condition was.

What was even more terrifying was that no matter how Hector moved forward, the pointer indicating Wendel's direction still pointed forward steadily, passing through the slightly noisy and bustling area of mild illness, through the heavy-duty area with a dull atmosphere and solemn faces, until the permanent trauma area at the end of the corridor.

As Hector moved left and right, the pointer indicating Wendel's direction changed significantly.

Was Wendel's condition so bad?

Hector didn't know, but the nervousness had slowly grown in his heart. It spread out, and then Hector walked to the end of the corridor.

Wendell was not in any of the wards. The compass showed this very clearly.

In Hector's eyes, the direction pointed by the needle was a wall.

Things became simple here. There were only two possibilities left for Hector.

First, there was something wrong with the compass that Mr. Flamel gave him.

This could basically be denied. The compass now showed that it didn't seem to be broken.

So there was only the second possibility.

Behind the wall in front of him, there was another ward, a hidden room similar to the Room of Requirement in Hogwarts.

This made sense, and it also fit the identity of a special patient like Wendell. A hidden room with a special opening method, security and privacy. The room is complete, but this also brings Hector a more serious problem.

The room in front of him is the same as the Room of Requirement, and needs a corresponding way to open it. Hector obviously doesn't know the so-called way to open it.

Of course, Hector thought of Mr. Flamel's master key at the first time.

Unfortunately, it was useless. The wall was still the same wall without any change.

Then Hector thought of the Felixir in his arms.

Unfortunately, the dosage used was not enough, and the effect of the Felixir was very weak now. Moreover, the idea of using the Felixir again was unrealistic. Reusing the Felixir in a short period of time was no different from drinking poison directly. If you want to hit the jackpot in a short period of time and hit the door, you don't just have to drink the Felixir, but you have to blow the dosage of the bottle to work.

After all, the Felixir is just a potion to improve luck in a short period of time, which is already amazing, but expecting your wishes to come true and your words to come true, it is estimated that the Felixir is far from being able to do it.

Not to mention that the Felixir can't do it, all the reagents in the world can't do it.

But the Felix Felix is still the Felix Felix after all. Before its effect completely dissipated, it still gave the last suggestion through intuition very diligently, to open the note and take a look.

It was a good idea, at least better than waiting here helplessly.

However, Hector would not be stupid enough to stand there stupidly. This would be too conspicuous and would not be of any benefit to him who needed to hide.

As for using the Disillusionment Charm on the spot, it was not a good idea either. After all, there were too many ways to see through this seemingly hidden spell in the magic world. Even those with strong strength could directly peek into the fog of the Disillusionment Charm without relying on tools.

If the Disillusionment Charm was seen through, it would be no different from shining a spotlight on yourself.

So Hector chose a nearby ward and went in. This was a ward for permanent patients, and the patients who lived here for a long time happened to be unconscious, which was convenient for Hector's actions.

After confirming that the situation was safe, Hector began to think about it.

What if, I mean what if, there were any useful clues in it?

Think about it, the note with Fox's feather, sweet and fresh, the feather was steaming, Fox hadn't even noticed it yet, and he did all this just to make himself notice the note.

As for questions like"Is this feather Fox or another phoenix's?", Hector got the answer very quickly and accurately the first moment he touched it.

To be precise, the aching top of his head gave the answer the first moment he touched it.

Fox's tail feathers were not gone, and they were still fresh.

What kind of skill and level of sweetness did this have? Hector didn't even dare to think about it.

As for the note that should have occupied the main component, Hector was not so sensitive. He had a mentality of trying his best. He just took a look. He was free anyway, and there was no harm. Maybe he could find out who framed him.

Forget revenge, but secretly condemning Fox in the heart is still possible and necessary.

With this thought in mind, Hector reached into his coat pocket, endured the pain on his head, and took out the note.

As for Fox's tail feather, Hector very respectfully put it into his bag.

Unfold, unfold again.

This is a blank note.

Of course, as an old hand in the magic world, Hector will not make such a conclusion so easily.

"Show your secrets."

This was learned from Snape. It was a small spell that was quick and effective for some simple concealment spells. It was very practical.

However, it didn't work this time. The paper was still blank.

He expected that the basic spell would not work. He was not surprised. What kind of simple thing could be able to get away with something he had done wrong and even frame him?

Try something else?

One after another, the decryption spells failed. No matter whether it was a simple or complex spell, it had no effect on it. Even Mr. Flamel's master key was no exception.

Hector: You are so sweet to call it a master key?

Master key (pen): You are so sweet to use me to deal with alchemical products! Every profession has its own expertise. Don't you understand such a simple truth?

Hector: Noob, practice more, don't play around, understand?

Master key: 9, because you got 6 over.

Fortunately, the confrontation time was enough. Hector still had time.

A somewhat absurd idea came into his mind.

"I solemnly swear that I have no ill intentions."

Luckily, three lines of words appeared on the note.

The first line:

Don't touch Wendell, it's dangerous.

The second line:

The way to avoid the fake eye is very simple, ordinary is the best disguise.

The third line:

How to open it: three short, three long, three short, in sequence.