The Trinity of Harry Potter

"I hope you like my steak."

Cromwell's state became much calmer, and it seemed that the pressure had disappeared after hearing Holmes' name last night.

Of course the butler was extremely happy and worked even harder to show off his craftsmanship to the two guests.

"It's very good. The steak is tender and juicy. I'm not used to eating medium-rare beef, but your steak is really impressive." Kano praised frankly.

"Haha, the young master's favorite thing to eat is the fried steak I made. Apart from my skills, even the dishes from star-rated restaurants are not juicy enough for him."

The butler began to proudly introduce other dishes, all of which were Cromwell's usual favorites.

"I really hope the young master can get well soon and have dinner with you two again." The butler wiped the corners of his eyes and said sincerely.

"I think it will be soon." Fleur responded with a smile.

After lunch, Carnot and Fleur split up. Carnot came to the cave and waited, while Fleur was on guard at the manor while trying to find out Cromwell's secret.

Of course, as per the old rules, Kano used the magic circle to share vision and hearing when they split up.

"You must not block me unilaterally this time!" Furong warned with narrowed eyes.

"I promise!" Kano swore to God.

Fleur was taken by the butler to a special room in the manor, where carefully maintained portraits of Cromwell's ancestors were hung.

"The Cromwell family doesn't seem to be very prosperous?" Fleur looked at the somewhat thin family tree.

"Yes, the same lineage has been passed down for several generations." The butler nodded and admitted, "But every generation is a decent person worthy of respect."

"Does this family have anything to do with wolves?"

"Absolutely not. Even in the most absurd legends, the Cromwell family has nothing to do with wolves." The butler thought for a while and firmly denied it.

Fleur nodded thoughtfully. From the father's side, there was no reason for Louis to be targeted by werewolves.

What about Louis' mother's side?

"Are you talking about madam? She married the master in 1973." The housekeeper did some calculations, "After getting married, she became pregnant that year and gave birth to the young master the next year."

"Where is she from and what kind of job does she usually do?"

"My wife said that she came from a small village in Scotland and worked in the government department." The housekeeper recalled, "Every morning, the master would drive her to the town, and they would go to work separately and come back together in the evening."

It sounded like everything was fine. Fleur returned to the living room and sat on the sofa thinking.

The housekeeper went to look after Louis, and after a while he brought a cup of black tea to Fleur from the kitchen.

"It's okay, Miss Holmes. The young master's condition has improved a lot. Even if the wolf's howling matter cannot be found out, I will be satisfied."

The housekeeper said with emotion: "A few days ago I almost prepared a portrait for the young master, but fortunately you came."

After hearing this, Furong looked at the family portrait hanging in the living room in a trance, and suddenly discovered something.

Louis' mother's right hand was curled up in her sleeve like a grasp, as if she was holding something.

If you look carefully, there is a black spot inside her cuff.

"Who took this photo for you?" Furong asked quickly.

"Oh, I was supposed to take the photo. But at that time, my wife got an automatic camera. As long as the time is set, the camera can take pictures by itself. So we took this photo together." The housekeeper said.

"Impossible." Kano complained through the spiritual link, "Where did a camera like this in 1980 that could autofocus and take pictures by itself come from."

"I'm afraid this lady is not a wizard. When taking pictures, she used a wand to control the camera and take snapshots."

Now I found the connection between Cromwell and the magical world.

Working in a government department? How can a small government department in this town need to recruit people? This witch goes to the town every day and uses Floo to work at the Ministry of Magic in London.

So could a witch die in a car accident? Of course it's impossible.

Judging from the time, the car accident occurred in 1980, which was the time when Voldemort and his Death Eaters were at their craziest.

If this witch offended Greyback or a werewolf while working, then her death that year could be explained.

It was not a car accident at all, but a purposeful act of revenge.

Thinking of this, Fleur immediately came to Cromwell's bedroom with the housekeeper.

"Look at the scar on his collarbone again," Cano reminded, "Give the housekeeper a little white essence and see if the scar can be removed."

Fleur immediately took out a small bottle and handed it to the butler. The butler took out a little bit and applied it on the old scar.

A black gas came out of the scar, accompanied by a sharp squealing sound like a kettle boiling, and Cromwell began to twist again.

But when the black air dissipated, the scar still remained there bright red.

"The wounds bitten by a werewolf cannot heal completely. If the victim with magical power is not treated as soon as possible, he is likely to turn into a werewolf."

"Muggles without magic will die due to constant blood loss from wounds that cannot be healed." Fleur murmured the knowledge written in the book, "But he has survived to this day and has not turned into a werewolf."

"Maybe he is a squib." Kano guessed, "There is magic in his body, but it is very weak."

"His father is an ordinary person and his mother is a wizard. The possibility of giving birth to a squib is not small."

"But his mother seems to have never shown magic in front of him since he was a child, and has no intention of bringing him into the magical world."

"So he has been living peacefully for so many years without knowing the existence of magic."

The housekeeper was already a little confused at this time. Like his master, he was a devout believer.

If he hadn't been worried about the young master's condition, he would have knelt down and prayed by now.

"Master, can he... be saved? Is he possessed by a demon?" the housekeeper said tremblingly.

"Don't worry, he will be fine." Fleur comforted the housekeeper, "Now prepare your shotgun, I think today's full moon night will not be peaceful."

"By the way, has anyone seen this scar in the past few months?"

"The young master doesn't like this scar, so he usually buttons it to the top to hide it." The housekeeper looked at his young master worriedly, "The only time it has been exposed in the past few months was probably when I went to town."

"It rained heavily that day, and his scars were exposed through his soaked shirt."

"Has any stranger seen it?" Fleur asked.

"...there was one. No outsiders come to this town normally. That day, a very tall guy wearing black robes and smelly passed by us."

"It should be him." Cano sent a message. "He was the one who killed the Cromwells many years ago, bit Louis, and wanted to turn the orphan into a werewolf."

"This chance encounter, I found that he neither turned into a werewolf nor died early. This aroused his interest."

"Maybe he wanted to see if Louis, a squib, could turn into a werewolf, so he kept stimulating him." Fleur concluded.

"They will definitely show up tonight. If Louis turns into a werewolf, take him away."