Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 362 Clues
It's better to come early than to come by coincidence.

Hearing the news, Dumbledore's face was solemn.

"Take me there!"

"it is good."

Samuel didn't refuse either - this in itself was the meaning of asking Dumbledore to help.

After giving instructions to the driver, the group turned around and headed for the crime scene.

Miserable, really miserable.

The deceased was a middle-aged wizard, and his name was engraved on the blood-stained nameplate that fell aside.

"Thomas Iverson"

"It's from the Department of Magical Transport. I know him."

Samuel gritted his teeth and covered the dead with a white cloth with his own hands.

"I'm very sorry."

Dumbledore took off his hat and expressed his regret.

He thought, maybe this Thomas is a good guy, maybe he's an interesting guy, that's why the chairman of the Magical Congress of America can remember it.

Voldemort.
Really created too many tragedies.

He should be obliterated!

"Chairman, come here, we have made a new discovery."

At this moment, the person who dealt with the scene suddenly spoke, which attracted the attention of Samuel and Dumbledore.

The two looked at each other and walked in a certain direction.

When he saw the so-called "new discovery", Dumbledore couldn't help frowning.

The thing on the ground was clearly an arm as white as jade, as if it had lost all blood!

"what is this?"

Samuel was impatient and wanted to get closer without thinking.

But Dumbledore grabbed him.

"Be careful, it may be a trap!"

It's not impossible.

Voldemort's character is not only brutal, but also cunning.

Deliberately leaving some flaws and casting vicious curses is also considered normal operation.

"Ah."

Samuel was also out of control for a while.

After being reminded by Dumbledore, he reacted and warned the Ministry of Magic members.

"Be careful, don't get caught!"

The scary monster made everyone panic. Now that the chairman said the same thing, those members became even more nervous.

Seeing this, Dumbledore smiled slightly.

"I think it's better to let the professionals handle it."

Those members of the American Ministry of Magic were forcibly replaced by civilians—experienced Aurors had died long ago.

The old man reached into his pocket and took out a small "magic item".

"Ok?"

Samuel stared blankly.

However, in the next second, he knew exactly what the "magic item" was for.

"Hello, Alastor, it's me, Albus.

Can I ask you to come here now? There are some unexpected situations that I would like to ask you to deal with. You should be able to locate them through the "portkey" I gave you.

Um, ok, come here. "

Dumbledore hung up the phone.

Meeting Samuel's surprised eyes, he smiled.

"A Muggle gadget called a "cell phone". I can't explain how it's constructed, but it's quite useful."

In the old man's hand was the "Ericsson GH398" mobile phone that Klein gave him as a gift last Christmas.Klein originally wanted Dumbledore to keep it for fun, but unexpectedly, this game was played by the old man.

Just like Coke, Dumbledore fell in love with the mobile phone instantly.

In the same country, this thing is much easier to use than the "communication crystal ball".

Samuel and Dumbledore did not wait long.

In just three to five minutes, Alastor Moody, who hadn't shown up for a long time, followed the guidance of the "portkey" and "transformed shadows" to the crime scene.

Seeing Dumbledore, he greeted warmly.

Glancing past Samuel, "Mad-Eye" just nodded slightly and didn't speak.

"This is Alastor, Alastor Moody, an elite Auror with decades of experience in dealing with dangerous problems."

If Aurors could run a school, Moody must be a senior professor in it.

He has strong ability, strong mobility, and good luck (he has been on the front line for many years and has never died).

It can be described as a fighter among Aurors~
"The famous "Mad-Eye", hehe, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Moody's name, Samuel, had also been heard.

Mr. Chairman offered to extend his hand.

But Moody ignored it.

He looked at Dumbledore.

"Is there anything I need to do?"

"That's the one."

The temper of the old friend is a dog, or the kind of dog that is extremely suspicious.Dumbledore smiled awkwardly rather than politely, and pointed to the "white jade arm" on the ground over there.

"Ah."

Glancing lightly, Moody sneered.

"Filthy product."

In his magic eye, that arm was not as beautiful as it appeared on the surface.

Unknown evil spirits, dirty flesh and blood are mixed together, but they just want to pretend to be "pure and flawless".

It's disgusting!

"Go check it out, Moody, that's a clue left by our opponent. But you have to be careful, that arm is also very likely to be a trap."

Dumbledore stroked his beard and nodded slightly to Moody.

Hearing this, Moody took out a pair of dragon leather gloves from his pocket and put them on his hands.

"understood."

Responding sullenly, "Mad-Eye" waved away the laymen around him, and checked the arm on the ground himself.

"The incision fault is not smooth, and the magic power reaction is very obvious. This is a manifestation of the loss of control of the magic power in the body. In other words, this arm was not cut off during the fight, but"

Before Moody could finish his sentence, Dumbledore answered.

""Self-mutilation"."

In his mind, such a picture emerged.

Before the demon lord who had just finished the murder had time to enjoy the fresh blood, the magic power of the flesh and blood that had been slaughtered and plundered earlier began to riot, and he propped up his body abruptly.

In order to release the magic power, the devil twisted his arm violently, and fled in a hurry
"Yes."

Someone else is someone else, and Dumbledore is Dumbledore.

Moody would be very upset if someone interrupted him.But Dumbledore, an old friend for many years, was a little unhappy, and he forgot it in a blink of an eye.

"Well, it's enough to confirm that there is no magic curse. This arm will help us find his owner."

After Moody finished checking, Dumbledore spoke solemnly.

Hearing this, Moody's eyes flashed a gleam.

This seems to be the arrangement of God.

Help them kill the demons!

"Mr. Dumbledore, do you mean to take the initiative?"

The expressions of Dumbledore and Moody looked very dangerous, and Samuel couldn't help but speak.

"Is it too urgent? After all, you have just arrived, and the reinforcements from the English Ministry of Magic have not yet arrived. I am afraid that we only rely on the combat power of our American Magic Congress."

He is afraid.

Dumbledore has been famous for a long time, and it is said that even the "Evil Lord" can fight to a tie.

But
What if?
If the horror of that monster is still beyond everyone's imagination, and even Dumbledore is filled with hatred, what kind of enhancement should that monster be!

If you can't kill with one blow, then all actions will be meaningless.

As the chairman of the Magic Congress, he must be cautious!

(End of this chapter)