The Evil God of Hogwarts

"The body found on the 18th, today is already the 20th, Superintendent." Xing Ze took the newspaper and read it, "They have only started reporting now, and it is already quite late."

Ruiben chuckled and said: "That's true, but I hope they can slow down a little bit more. We don't have the energy to deal with the media now."

Mrs. Wofflin brought the breakfast over, "You can't expect everyone to keep secrets, otherwise, the world would be much simpler."

She picked up the juice at hand and asked Xing Ze, "Would you like some, Mr. Xing Ze?"

Xing Ze nodded and handed over his glass.

"Let's talk about something lighter than the corpse during breakfast. But before that, I have to thank you, sir."

Looking at Xing Ze who looked confused. "I have quite a few relatives in Ravenska," explained Mrs. Wöflin.

"Oh." Xing Ze nodded, "I hope they are okay."

"Most, most." Mrs. Wofflin smiled wryly. "Without you, they would all die."

Xing Ze didn't know what to say.

"Dear." Ruiben reached out and held his wife's hand.

Mrs. Woflin held her husband's hand with her backhand, "Merlin's beard, look what I'm talking about. Please have a meal, sir, and don't talk about these heavy topics."

The conversation became much more relaxed after that. Xing Ze found that Mrs. Woflin was a very well-educated woman with unique insights on many issues.

She graduated from Hufflepuff House at Hogwarts and was very interested in Muggle studies. After graduation, she entered their world in order to better study Muggles.

"Professor Bubbaji," she said, "She was still a teacher at that time, but she was full of energy. She would always describe to us a beautiful world, a world where wizards and Muggles live in harmony."

"She can do it now," Xing Ze replied with a smile.

"That's hard to do though, isn't it?"

"Wizards...wizards have allowed themselves to hide behind walls, while Muggles are unwilling to accept new things. In my opinion, this wonderful future is not possible in a short time."

"Sorry, I have to get my equipment." The superintendent interrupted. He stood up, kissed his wife, and then walked to the study.

"But don't give up hope," Mrs. Woflin said. "Perhaps our children, our children's children, will wait for that day."

"Maybe."

"Roman, sir. He is a good boy, but he is also very sensitive. The environment in which he grew up makes him very concerned about other people's eyes. Please give him some time and he will figure it out."

"I understand. Not every Slytherin is so hateful, and not every Ravenclaw is so smart. Anyone needs to go through something to know the path they want to take. I have paid a heavy price for this. The price. So nothing can change my principles now.”

"Thank you for your understanding, sir."

…

At around eight o'clock in the morning, Ruiben and Xing Ze arrived at Frank's house.

Since he had already been here once, Xing Ze followed the superintendent throughout the process and listened to him describe some of his findings.

"We found some blood stains on the sofa, and the cushion and seat cushion have been sent to the identification center. In addition, we found the woman's clothes in the master bedroom. We found some other people's clothes in the study, and also found them in the guest room.

"Preliminary judgement, there are at least six or seven people living here. If Frank is not having a party, he is forming a team. But I don't understand, there is a good hotel five minutes' walk from here, why don't they stay there? ”

Because there is no necessary protection outside. Xing Ze said in his heart.

"This is it." Ribben stopped in front of the cubicle. "If a police officer hadn't pulled out a book from the bookshelf, we wouldn't have discovered this cubicle."

"That guy should buy a lottery ticket."

"That's what I told him too."

The two walked into the cubicle. Xing Ze pretended to check it and asked, "Did you take photos?"

"Yes, I took pictures of them all. I'll have someone send you a set."

"This couldn't be better. There's nothing to see. I'm not an expert on magic circles. I'll consult a professional after the photos are developed."

As he spoke, Xing Ze walked out of the cubicle.

"Superintendent, do you mind if I ask you about the investigation you are about to conduct?"

"Of course not," Ribbon said, "I was just trying to talk to you about this. Based on the current situation, Frank has a team. I guess those four corpses are people in his team."

"Is it because snake grass is poisonous?"

"Yes. There is snakeweed poison remaining on the body, and it is also here. This is too coincidental, so I am more willing to believe that Frank returned to his residence after being poisoned, and then went to his office.

"Judging from Hammer and Bigfoot's confessions - yes, they confessed - Harris and the others interrogated them all night. Frank was supposed to be getting investigative information, but I don't know why the Old Record Gang was interested in that information. interest."

"It seems they are just following orders."

Ruiben nodded, "Yes. This is also a headache for us."

"Go on, Superintendent."

"I'm now very worried about whether we should continue to pursue it." Ribbon looked at Xing Ze, "Obviously, what Frank provoked is not something we can deal with. So I want to ask for your advice."

Xing Ze thought for a while, then took out the list from the ring, "You can start with less important things. I have reason to believe that Frank is looking for someone named Kimball, but I can't help It would take too much time to visit them one by one.”

The superintendent took the list, looked at it, nodded and said, "I understand. It seems this is the best way to handle it at the moment. To be honest, I don't want to end the investigation so quickly. Those reporters will gather here like flies. If we do nothing..."

Ribbon's deduction is similar to Xing Ze's, except that Frank comes to the office poisoned. If that were the case, Xing Ze would smell the poisonous smell of snakes and grass in that compact office.

Therefore, Xing Ze is more willing to believe that the blood stains on the sofa and the fingerprints on the bookshelf came from another person - a member of Frank's team.

No matter what they went through that night on the 18th, the survivor escaped, came back, and met Frank.

Frank then went to the scene, probably to confirm whether there were any survivors. Then he went to his office and wanted to take away his information.

He knew he was being targeted as well. Where will he go? Back here?

Suddenly, the words SUE appeared in Xing Ze's mind. Ah, yes, they may have an emergency shelter.

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