Hogwarts Rising Again

Chapter 108 Magic Trace Identification Department

"Phil, what's the matter?" Dale hurried over and asked, then saw Mo Lin, and frowned.

"Dalle, this is Alton's grandson, Maureen." Phil said.

Dale stared at Mo Lin, and said in a muffled voice, "You didn't set the fire, did you?"

"Dalle, he's only a first grader!" Phil glanced at Daller and said, "How can a first grader use black magic! What are you thinking?"

"Sorry, I was in too much of a hurry." Dale kicked the snow, looking extremely annoyed, still angry that he didn't catch the arsonist.

Mo Lin didn't know whether he should admit that he set the fire, but in the end he decided not to tell it. After all, this matter is too weird, and it can't be known unless it is known.

"Maureen, were you in the last car just now?" Phil asked seriously.

"Yes, there was a man chasing me just now, and then I ran to the last car, his magic was too powerful, I was no match for him, and then...well, it was on fire...yes, it was just on fire, just right You guys are here..."

When Mo Lin was still thinking about how to make it up, Phil interrupted him and helped him continue: "He saw us coming, so he used black magic to light the train, trying to divert his attention, and took the opportunity to escape. Yes or no?"

"Ah, that's right! That's it!" Mo Lin nodded earnestly and echoed, "The flame is so big, it warms this winter."

After a while, Mo Lin said innocently, "This isn't black magic, is it? It should be just an ordinary out-of-control flame, isn't it?"

"This is not an ordinary flame!" Dale's face was very solemn: "This flame is more terrifying than Fiendfire! We all know how to deal with the black magic of Fiendfire, but I have never seen this kind of flame before, it is too dangerous gone."

"Firefire? My flame... I mean, is this flame more terrifying than Fiendfire?"

Mo Lin was very surprised. Fiendfire is a kind of black magic with a bad reputation in fire magic. It can devour everything, but the flames that burned the carriages were just his out-of-control magic. How could it be more terrifying than Fiendfire? ?

Mo Lin really didn't understand this, so he said again: "Who was that person just now, do you know him? Why did he arrest me?"

"That's what I want to know too. His magic is superb, and some traces have been eliminated. It may be necessary for someone from the Magic Trace Appraisal Department to specifically identify the magic traces. You said he was catching you?" Dale asked. .

"Yes, he wants to arrest me, I don't know him at all!" Mo Lin said.

"That's weird." Dale looked at Maureen.

Phil remembered something, and said to the other Aurors who came over: "It's possible that this guy is in the same group as Puri. Do you remember Puri a few months ago? It was captured by Maureen at the time." , Molin was also published on the front page of the Daily Prophet, usually Maureen can’t do anything at school, so now he’s here for revenge.”

"But how did he know that I was going home?" Maureen was puzzled. "A criminal took the risk to hijack the Hogwarts train just to get revenge on me, a first-year student?"

"It really doesn't make sense." Phil nodded, and then asked, "Have you seen what he looks like?"

"No, his whole body is covered in snowflakes, like a snowman, I can't see clearly. Besides, how did he get on the train, where is the conductor?" Mo Lin asked.

"Snowman! This guy can really pretend!"

Phil spat and said, "The conductors were all stunned. That bastard attacked them. If Stephen, who was on duty on the train today, hadn't fired the magic position before he fell unconscious, we wouldn't have been able to catch up."

"So it is!"

Morin heard from his grandfather that there is a special connection between Aurors. If they encounter danger during a mission, they can immediately notify their partners. Fortunately, Stephen guided the other Aurors to apparate over directly, otherwise the whole train would basically...

But then Mo Lin thought again, no, it's useless if these Aurors came, didn't they extinguish the flame by themselves?
But he also realized that he set the fire unintentionally, and it wasn't in vain that the Aurors rushed over to at least scare the guy away.

"Now that the train has destroyed two carriages, I think we need to find a way to send these students back quickly... Oh damn! How does this woman have such a keen sense of smell! Why does she know something is going on every time! And how does she know Did the accident happen here?"

Dale looked up and saw a female reporter with bright red lipstick running into the snow in the distance, cursed secretly, and then said to the other Aurors: "Go and stop her quickly, don't let him talk nonsense anymore, don't let him talk nonsense. Lin, you follow Phil and don't accept that crazy woman's interview."

Maureen also saw Judy Skeeter. He remembered that after he was interviewed by this woman last time, he became a tool to discredit the Ministry of Magic, and he didn't like her very much. That report was completely exaggerated and fabricated at will.

But it is impossible to stop this witch, because there are many students in the car who are going home for Christmas, and Judy has a lot of opportunities to visit various students' homes for interviews.

The Aurors began to clean up the scene, and the people from the magic trace identification department had rushed over to check for traces of black magic in each carriage.

These wizard identification methods seemed very interesting to Mo Lin. A yellow-haired magician actually led a one-meter-long slug. The slug crawled around on the iron sheet outside the carriage, as if Looking for something, it leaves a big puddle of slime in its wake.

Another wizard moved a two-meter-long giant octopus with a magic wand. The octopus was swimming in a huge magic bubble, and its tentacles kept reaching out to touch the carriage.There was also a wizard carrying a cage. He opened the door of the cage, and a bunch of red flies flew out and buzzed into the carriage.

"What are these slugs and octopuses for? And those flies, it's disgusting." Molin couldn't help but turned and asked Phil.

"They are specially trained to check for traces of magic. The mucus of that mutated slug can show the color of magic within two hours. Different magic will leave different colors on the mucus. According to the color, we can Know what magic is cast here. The tentacles of the big octopus can absorb the remaining magic, and we can make it reproduce the spell cast, and those pig-nosed flies, the sense of smell is so keen, you sneeze ten miles away , they can all find you."

Phil patiently explained: "Don't look at them, sometimes you cast a small healing spell, and they can detect you and find your aura! That's how we track down dark wizards." Phil explained.

Mo Lin nodded thoughtfully. No wonder the guy who caught him just now had to rush back to eliminate the traces of his magic. Ganqing is very familiar with the methods of the Ministry of Magic and has a strong sense of anti-reconnaissance.

But Mo Lin was aware of the out-of-control flames again, and said with some unease: "So they can identify who set the fire?"

"If you're lucky, it's definitely possible!" Phil said seriously: "After the results come out, we can catch this arsonist who cast black magic!"

Maureen smiled dryly, he was sure he didn't like these flies, octopus and slugs very much.

While the Magic Appraisal Department was in action, other Aurors were contacting various units. Before the Hogwarts train was appraised, no one could take their luggage away. They set up several big tents on the spot to let The students went in to take shelter from the wind and snow.

Judy Skeeter protested dissatisfiedly, shouting the slogan that wizard families have a responsibility to know the truth and asked for an interview, but was rudely stopped by Auror, and she clamored to report "Aurors are hiding the truth, the Ministry of Magic is using power for personal gain Shroud the sky and inhumanity" and other threats, but the Aurors didn't care.

"What a silly woman, made it look like we let her in and she was able to report a positive image of us."

Phil spat, Judy often smeared in the "Daily Prophet", and their Aurors were basically described in the newspapers as soft-skinned shrimps without shells, useless waste, and so on.

Half an hour later, Dale walked over with a serious face and said, "The results of the magic trace identification have come out."

(End of this chapter)