Master Trainer from Hogwarts

Chapter 15 Animal Companions
Under the dim street lights, the plainclothes policemen on the street corner sat in the carriage and monitored the neighborhood where the crime was committed.

From the perspective of criminal psychology, some perverted killers will return to the scene of the crime to appreciate the results of their crimes.

So although this possibility is extremely small, the police still deployed plainclothes surveillance here.

A policeman yawned and said to a colleague next to him, "Let's go get a cup of coffee."

Another plainclothes frowned slightly, "Didn't you just have a drink?"

"It's just a little too sleepy..." The policeman yawned with his mouth wide open, wanting to inhale more oxygen to clear his brain, but after inhaling some colorless powder dissolved in the air, he couldn't control his eyelids and snored.

The colleague next to him wanted to say something more, but fell into a deep sleep the next second. At this time, a small black figure appeared from the shadow of the back seat of the car.

It has a wet cloth tied around its duck-like mouth to prevent itself from inhaling 【Drowsy Powder】.

After deftly putting the bottle containing the sleeping powder into the space bag in his abdomen, he opened the car door quietly and slipped out from behind.

Looking up at the apartment building in front of him, he sighed and slipped in.

Allen smiled and looked at the scene in front of him. Although Xixiu had no direct combat ability, he relied on [Concealment] and [Sleeping Powder].

It can play an unexpected role, and coupled with the monitoring of the golden eagle in the sky, Allen can fully guarantee that no one will notice that he has been here.

Half an hour later, Xixiu came back to Allen, stretched out his little hand to ask for benefits, and the wet cloth tied to the duck's mouth made him look like a gangster.

"Is everyone in the apartment asleep?" Allen asked, taking out a silver coin, "If you make a mistake, you will lose two silver coins."

Under the threat of the silver coin, Xixiu thought about it, nodded seriously, grabbed the silver coin in Allen's hand, and put it in his pocket.

"Okay, let's go in." Allen beckoned Mr. Stewart and the wild dog to get off the car, and walked to the six-story apartment building in front of him, which was the place where the body was dumped recently.

He released the little charmander, let the little charmander act as an interpreter, and asked the wild dog, "Find out whose territory this belongs to."

Dogs have a strong sense of territory and can divide their territory through urine.

The wild dog sniffed carefully, then led Allen into an alley next to it, barked barking, and walked out of the darkness next to the fire escape another large dog baring its teeth.

Allen commanded the Charmander to easily subdue the opponent, and by the way completed today's battle mission and won 20 gold coins.

Seeing the large dog lying on the ground honestly, Allen took it to the corpse site, communicated with Charmander, and asked the other party to help him find the murderer.

Returning to the place where the corpse was abandoned in the case record, Allen took out the [Trace Powder], "Show the trace quickly."

The silver-white powder outlines a figure in the air.

Because it has been two days since the murder, and there are many people coming and going, [Xian Zong Fan] cannot directly find the murderer, and needs some other help.

Fortunately, the stray dog ​​in front of him was very sensitive to the bloody corpse, and the other party only cared about avoiding the eyes of humans and did not care about the eyes of animals, so this stray dog ​​witnessed the whole corpse throwing scene.

"Wang Wang."

When the figure of a person appeared in the tracing powder, the stray dog ​​roared loudly, confirming that the person in front of him was the person who threw the corpse back then.

Allen used his wand to fix the figure in front of him, then transformed it into a sketchbook, and handed it to Mr. Stuart.

Mr. Stuart, who was holding a sketchbook, breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Alan was not blindly arrogant and knew what to do.

The next day, Mr. Stuart took a sketchbook to determine who this person was. Allen did not choose to continue practicing the spell at home.

He encountered a little difficulty in a spell. Compared with other low-level spells, if he could learn the spell [Armor Protection], his survivability would greatly increase.

It's a pity that this kind of curse can no longer be mastered by simple self-study. Allen needs at least someone who can demonstrate it.

Diagon Alley, Ollivander's Wand Shop.

The doorbell rang, and Ollivander looked up at the little wizard who came in, with a smile on his face.

"Good morning, Mr. Stuart, are you here because of something wrong with your newly acquired wand?"

Allen looked at the old man with silver eyes in front of him, who was born in a wizard family of 28 pure blood families.

Logically speaking, I should never come to him for help, after all, the so-called 'holy pure-blood family' has always looked down on wizards born in Muggle families.

But this Garrick Ollivander in front of him is different. The other party is a half-blood wizard, and one of his parents is an ordinary person.

So he can better understand the situation where Muggle family wizards are rejected by pure-blood wizards. In addition, the other party was born in Ravenclaw College and believes in the power of knowledge and wisdom, so Allen hopes to get some help from him.

"Yes, Mr. Ollivander, I would like to ask you something about spells."

"Spells?" Ollivander looked strange, "If I remember correctly, Mr. Stuart, you haven't enrolled yet, right? You can get the best magic education at Hogwarts."

Having said this, there was a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.

"Of course." Allen said honestly, "But you know, the charm of magic lies in continuous research and exploration, which makes people unable to stop for a moment, so I want to get some help from you in advance."

"Indeed." Ollivander nodded when he saw Alan's serious gaze, "But studious little wizards like you are rare. They are always more enthusiastic about Quidditch and strange candies."

Out of Ravenclaw's devotion to knowledge, Ollivander decided to help the studious little wizard in front of him. Anyway, the business in his shop is not busy. "What problem do you encounter in magic?"

"It's the Armor Curse, and I have encountered some small problems in this regard." Allen said.

"Armor Curse?" Ollivander was taken aback.

Originally, he thought that Allen would ask about basic spells like flying and flipping, but he didn't expect that he would ask about armor spells, an intermediate spell that only mastered in third grade.

"It's not so ambitious..." Ollivander subconsciously wanted to educate Allen.

"[Floating Curse]." Allen cast a floating spell directly on the magic book in front of Ollivander.

With the support of magic power, the book floated up steadily, and floated in front of Allen.

Such stability!
Ollivander's eyes widened, [Levitation Spell] was extremely difficult to master even among the basic spells.

It is a special test of the little wizard's control over the magic power. If he can master the [Levitation Curse] proficiently, he can indeed start to learn intermediate spells.

"It's unbelievable." Ollivander put away his casual attitude and looked seriously at the little wizard in front of him.

(End of this chapter)