hogwarts shady

On Friday morning, when Ryan came out of the Hufflepuff common room, he happened to see Malfoy grabbing Harry's new broom on the stairs.

He felt that he should go up and help Harry, but Professor Flitwick stopped Malfoy first.

Ryan no longer paid attention to the conflict between Harry and Malfoy. He adjusted his sweater to cover the wand on his waist.

Returning to the Muggle world, he could no longer wear wizard robes with flowing back hems.

Ryan walked to the grass in the shadow of the castle and called the Knight Bus with his wand.

This time the conductor was replaced by a middle-aged woman, no longer the charming Stan Sampac.

Ryan was stopped when he was getting into the car. Two people obviously dressed as Aurors pinched him on the left and right.

"Security check." One of the Aurors with a scar on his face said hoarsely.

Ryan looked into the car and found that there were many people sitting in the empty car, all wearing Auror's taupe coats.

"What happened?" Ryan didn't resist. He turned through his pockets and showed them what he was carrying.

"Don't ask too many questions." The scar-faced man said gruffly, with the wand in his hand ready to go. It seemed that as long as the little wizard made the slightest move, he would take action to bring him down.

"Head, he has Dumbledore's signature for leaving school." The young Auror who was searching him found the letter in the lining pocket of Ryan's clothes.

"Let him drink the medicine." Scarface relaxed his shoulders slightly, but still did not put down the wand.

Ryan frowned as he watched the young Auror take out a bottle from a pocket, which contained a disgusting, ominous dark green liquid.

"You have no right to force me to take drugs from unknown sources."

Scarface raised his wand, and the old wound on his face jumped ferociously: "Don't make me repeat it a second time."

"Drink..." the conductor witch sitting nearby whispered. She glanced at the Aurors and found that they did not stop her before continuing, "This is the antidote to Polyjuice Potion... Well, you may not have it yet. I have learned that Polyjuice Potion can change a person's appearance."

Scarface nodded, seeming to agree with the witch's statement, but his eyes still did not leave Ryan.

Ryan endured the nausea and drank the medicine in the bottle.

Fortunately, this antidote is not something with a rancid smell as expected. Instead, it has almost no taste. After drinking it, I only feel a coolness seeping out of my stomach and slowly permeating my whole body.

Scarface took out his pocket watch and counted the time. After a while, he nodded: "Let it go!"

Ryan finally boarded the Knight Bus. The atmosphere in the bus was very depressing. The only few passengers shrank their necks surrounded by Aurors and did not dare to make a sound.

At this time, Ryan wished that Stan Sampac could be in the car and use his big mouth to provide him with some useful information.

"Where are you going?" the conductor asked in a low voice.

"Iris Road." Ryan lowered his voice involuntarily.

"Eleven Sickles."

Ryan took out some money from his pocket, picked out eleven silver coins and handed them to the witch, and asked in a low voice: "What happened?"

The conductor took the money, glanced at the Aurors around him, and then murmured: "It's not peaceful recently. In August, a smuggler fell into the alley and died. In September, a dark wizard killed another person in Hogsmeade. The Ministry of Magic is here." The investigation was very strict for a while, but the criminal was still not caught..."

"Cough!" The Auror on the side coughed heavily.

The witch immediately looked at her nose, nose and heart as if nothing had happened.

Ryan sat down in a chair thoughtfully.

No wonder there were so many Aurors on the Knight Bus. The Ministry of Magic must have suspected that criminals were transported through this bus.

And because the criminal could not be caught for a long time, or the Ministry of Magic had some evidence that they discovered that the criminal might change his appearance through polyjuice potion, everyone who got on the bus was forced to drink the corresponding antidote.

It is estimated that the Ministry of Magic still has some thoughts of being a blind cat and killing a mouse.

Ryan laughed a little, but he immediately noticed another information in the words of the conductor witch - the Ministry of Magic may have confirmed that the same wizard committed the two cases.

Perhaps the modus operandi is very similar, or it may be that the same evidence was left at the scene. There is too little information at the moment to know the specific circumstances.

He kept this in mind and planned to go home and check the Daily Prophet during the recent period.

"Iris Road is here, walk slowly."

Ryan jumped out of the car, and before he could say hello to the conductor, the Knight Bus roared and disappeared.

He smiled awkwardly, shook his head, and walked home along the asphalt road of Iris Road.

Words kept flashing through his mind, splicing and colliding, then dissipating and recombining.

Ministry of Magic, Turn Alley, Hogsmeade, Aurors, dark wizards, smugglers, Polyjuice Potion, murders...

The first new word emerged from the chaotic thoughts——

Hogsmeade ban.

Headmaster Cedric said that Dumbledore issued the ban on Hogsmeade in the first week.

If it was because of the incident in Hogsmeade, then at least half a month has passed since these things happened.

Ryan sneered. In a sense, the Ministry of Magic is really incompetent.

He eliminated the disturbing thoughts from his mind and knocked on his door.

The sound of running was immediately heard in the house, and the next moment, Ryan felt like he had fallen into a warm embrace.

"Welcome back, Ryan!" Valerie hugged Ryan and spun around, "Mom misses you so much."

Ryan raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "I miss you too, Mom."

After chatting with his parents about the interesting things about Hogwarts for a while, Ryan asked Bach for the Evening News and the Daily Prophet in the past few months.

He first looked through the Muggle newspapers and saw a brief summary of the mining accident in the corner of the September 9th newspaper.

Then there was the front page headline on September 9th, which read "Big accident! 15 people killed at Cornwall mine!"

Below the title were neatly arranged photos, and Ryan looked at them one by one.

Congreve Jackson, Thomson Owen, Robert Quick...Gerald Lawrence, and then Jules Franklin.

Ryan brushed his fingers over the black-and-white photo of his uncle. He was older than he remembered, with an unshaven beard and a miner's hat. His face still had the reserved smile that Ryan remembered belonging to an office clerk.

He sighed, feeling a little down.

It's not that Ryan is sentimental, he just feels that life is fragile and some things are only as good as others.

Ryan turned over the newspaper, and the second page read:

"Police incompetence or judicial corruption? The case of missing lovers has made waves again!"

This title attracted Ryan's attention. He sorted out newspapers related to the case against the dates and gradually clarified the context.

As early as August 8, a missing person notice was published in the middle of the newspaper, and the publisher was Woolley Clark.

He claimed that his daughter Hill Clark traveled to France with her boyfriend but did not return home as originally planned.

After this missing person notice, on September 9, a fisherman in Dover discovered a female body in the harbor.

It was none other than the missing girl, Hill Clark.