The Evil God of Hogwarts

"Giggle!" The eldest lady bit the candy in her mouth and frowned as she looked at the exquisite and beautiful apartment.

"There are at least a dozen apartments here, so which one is it?" she asked.

"We can ask the administrator. See if there is a house in Frank's name."

Ellie looked at the azure sea and golden beach not far away. She nodded and said, "It does require a certain amount of financial resources to sell one of the rooms here."

The apartment manager is a middle-aged man in uniform with a smile like a department store salesman.

"Are you two here to see the apartment?" he asked.

"Are you the administrator here?" Xing Ze did not answer his question.

"Yes." The other party gave an ambiguous answer.

Xing Ze took out a book of documents from his pocket and said, "I don't have time to play word games with you. I hope you can cooperate with the investigation."

The administrator looked at the police ID card carefully. Of course, even with his sharp eyesight, he could not tell that it was a fake ID card.

This document was purchased by Burke and handed over to Xing Ze through Ruiben. Although the old wizard always claimed that he was old, he was not ambiguous at all in terms of efficiency.

Not only did he buy a fake police card for Xing Ze, he even provided detailed employment information. It can be said that if someone wants to investigate Xing Ze, there will be almost nothing wrong with him.

Unless he asks Scotland Yard to check the information, but typically a response from Scotland Yard takes about a week.

And the wizards have also deployed people at Scotland Yard, so it is very likely that this request will fall into nothing. If the other party still insists. Xing Ze has reason to believe that Burke will let this curious baby sleep forever at the bottom of the Mersey River.

It’s no wonder A placed Burke in Liverpool, the most prosperous city in Wales.

The administrator finally reluctantly let Xing Ze into the room.

The closest police team to Apartment Building 1114 was Ribbon and Harris, two men who had worked together on a number of occasions. Different from the British gentleman style of Franklin and Yelland, the two prefer a direct and decisive style of conduct.

Harris watched Xing Ze and Ai enter the apartment building and couldn't help but ask, "Where did they get the information?"

"Don't ask too much, Harris." Ribben handed his companion a cigarette, "Do you remember that case eight years ago?"

"How could I forget, but hasn't that case been handed over to the Scotland Hall? It was also taken over by the special team sent down from above."

"They finally solved the case."

"I know, it's in the newspapers."

Ruiben lit the cigarette in his mouth, "Then just believe them."

"But the agents sent before were all..." Harris didn't say any more, but spit out the smoke from his mouth.

"What you want to say is that the previous agents were all British, but this time a stranger is here?"

Harris smiled slightly, "Don't make me sound racist. I didn't mean to discriminate against him. I was just worried that they would mess things up. Many times, cultural differences can cause irreversible misunderstandings. .

"Also, I have to say that I agree with Franklin this time. They are too young, and youth means impulsive and rough. I am worried that they will miss something."

"But you saw how he acted in the elevator."

"Well, I admit that he is good at punching and kicking..."

"Is it just not bad?" Ribben grinned.

"Okay, okay," Harris said, popping the cigarette butt out the window. "Excellent, but an agent can't do anything with his fists."

Ribbon rolled down the window and blew a puff of smoke out of the car window: "I can guarantee you this, his ability is no less than Frank. And... he is not as immature as he looks."

Harris frowned and looked at his boss. He knew Ribben, and their ten-year friendship allowed each other to quickly understand the meaning of each other's words.

"You think very highly of this young agent."

Ribbon twirled a third of the cigarette with his fingers, "I haven't felt this way for a long time, ever since Red Hand was caught."

"Wofflin, what on earth do you want to say? Since when will we have to speak in an official tone?"

"Fuck you, Harris. I mean, he comes across as dangerous. Extraordinary insight, excellent logical skills, indifference. Very likely to have a complete set of self-values..."

"Wait a minute." Harris interrupted the leader, "Am I wrong, or are you doing a psychological profile on him? For God's sake, he is our colleague anyway."

"If you'd been around him long enough, old man, you'd have thought the same thing as me. He broke a lady down during the morning investigation. The poor woman called him the devil." Ribbon Finally, he threw the cigarette out of the car.

"I've heard worse curses."

"I believe it. In short, stop questioning them. We should be lucky that the young man is on the same front as us."

…

"Are you also in sales? Mr. Aldrich?" Ellie asked, looking at the posters on the walls of the room.

Aldrich, the apartment manager, had tied a lock of his hair, even though there wasn't much hair left in that area.

"That's right. I bought an apartment in this apartment building after it was built. There happened to be a need for a manager here, and I've been in sales before."

Ellie picked up an advertisement on the table, glanced at the price marked at the bottom, and compared it in her mind.

"Do you have a resident named Frank?" Xing Ze asked the administrator.

"Frank what?"

"Frank Standish."

"The famous detective?"

"uh-huh."

"No." Aldrich shook his head. "I don't think he can afford to come here and buy an apartment."

"Has he been here lately?"

The administrator took a deep breath, thought for a while and said, "I don't think so. To be honest, our management here is relatively easy. I don't care too much about the residents' comings and goings."

Hearing this, Ellie chuckled and said, "Is it because there are a lot of people living here that you can't afford to offend?"

"What did you say, miss?"

"I mean." Ellie put the advertisement in her hand back on the table. "Those who can buy apartments here must be successful people. But I looked at the types and prices of your apartments. Well, if I have Why not buy a house on Mersey Avenue if you have enough money?

"At the same price, you can buy a bigger house, and it is an independent riverside villa with its own small garden. Therefore, unless you are a fool who is not short of money, or you have entrusted your wish to buy a house to a real estate agent Only busy people from the company come here to buy a house.”

"Look out the window, Miss." Aldrich's tone was still friendly, "Looking out from here, you can see the seaside, the beach, and the sunset. Many people like this style. I don't think there is such a beautiful view outside the window on Mersey Avenue. Bar."

"Is there a garage here?" Xing Ze interjected and asked.

"Yes. It's just behind the apartment building." The administrator replied, "Do you want me to take you there?"

"No need. I can just go by myself." Xing Ze motioned to the two of them and walked out of the door.

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