curse the world at hogwarts

In Angel's imagination, the British policeman who could control him was the limit of what Rhine and his ilk could do.

In addition, Rhine was also accompanied by Princess Diana at the time, and Angel had the same goal of pursuing justice, so there was not much rejection.

Do you think that since he hangs out with the bugs at Scotland Yard every day, he doesn’t have the urge to take off his skin and become the Dark Knight?

But now I know that Rhine had exceeded the limit of his imagination long, long before he was able to win over him...

I'm afraid this person is not a lunatic, is he?

Yes, Rhine seems quite kind and sensible.

But the kind and rational madman is probably the most terrifying madman, right?

Who knows what kind of pursuit he has in his heart, and what kind of frightening future he outlines?

However, Angel's energy was quickly dispersed...

No, they were gathered back.

"Ok?"

He suddenly asked a question about a document in his hand.

"What? Found it? From the missing person case?"

Rhine immediately became energetic and looked at Angel expectantly.

"It's missing...but not the one we're talking about."

Angel frowned and replied.

"Is the missing person rate in Sandford too high?"

???

Rhine immediately had a question mark and looked at Angel helplessly.

understood.

You are the biggest holy father around me.

Infiltrating!

Is this the time when you are worried about regional events?

We are not playing a game. If we kill everyone who finds us, we will infiltrate successfully!

"Can you be more serious?"

Rhine tortured Angel about the mission objectives.

Angel also knew that his focus was off-center, so he quickly took out a camera, hurriedly took a few photos of the documents in front of him, and then immersed himself in more documents.

Soon, they discovered records about the disappearance of the exploration team.

Since Sandford was the last stop of the expedition, direct local clues and interviews with witnesses were plentiful.

"Clap it!"

Rhine yelled at Angel to quickly copy the things and quickly slipped out of the director's office.

Even so, it was almost lunch time, and maybe Butter Man and others would come back to check on the situation.

Sure enough, when the two returned downstairs, Angel was busy familiarizing himself with the employment information, and when Rhine sat back down in the special position for police dogs, the police officers who were fishing for money wandered back.

Not all of them, but that fat police officer Danny.

"Everyone! It's lunch time!"

Fat Danny is a warm-hearted person. He is obviously concerned about everyone's experience and comes back alone to entertain them accordingly.

Hmm...that's where it gets interesting.

Rhine winked at Angel and motioned for him to get closer to see if there were more breakthroughs.

Angel wholeheartedly refused this request.

Just from the look of his body shape, this police officer Danny, who is as tall as three, must be a classic representative of police officers, and the type of person he hates the most.

When he asked the other person's full name again, Angel became even more repelled.

This fat man's name is Butter Man, and the director is his biological father, a very standard connection person.

However, for the task assigned by Rhine, to get to the bottom of an unsolved case, and to show that even in such a small town, he is still a smart, capable and passionate police detective from Scotland Yard...

He endured the discomfort and walked out of the police station with Danny holding his shoulders.

As for the others, they used the excuse of "having to eat with other members" to avoid the torture of dining with such a group of small town police officers.

"Nothing at all?"

During the reserved tour, Rhine interacted with several people responsible for dispersing into the town and stared with puzzled eyes.

"Yes."

Lu Ping was the class representative elected by everyone, and he gave the answer honestly.

"Magical traces, magical animals...anything that can be doubted does not exist."

"Mr. Ge... also used the knowledge he accumulated from traveling around the world to test some other magic systems, but found nothing."

Gu Cang</span>This conclusion is extremely credible.

Even with all the various metaphysical knowledge that Grindelwald had traveled around the world and had seen and even learned, he could not find that there was a problem here...

Then there is a high probability that this is just an ordinary resting point passed by the exploration team, and there is nothing weird that caused the subsequent disappearance.

"This is giving me a headache!"

Rhine slumped on the chair, scratching his forehead and becoming depressed.

The information he found from the director's office was also analyzed by Hermione and others at this time, and no abnormalities were found.

The last target disappeared, and their next pursuit would lead them into the rolling hills in the distance of Sandford.

Rhine couldn't think of any other adjective than looking for a needle in a haystack.

"Maybe... we are really too optimistic."

In the end, Rhine reluctantly made the final judgment.

"Not everything can be traced according to our imagination."

"Get ready, we'll leave Sandford tomorrow."

The target, the vast mountains in central England, go there and become a savage!

Seeing that Rhine was a little depressed, everyone stopped making fun of him.

The last person here who knows me has been with him for more than half a year, and knows that when he is pretending to be something, he is completely different from usual.

No one would provoke someone who was clearly suffering from schizophrenia.

"Ok?"

By the end of the day, Director Butterman felt something was wrong.

"Everyone... doesn't seem to be enjoying yourself very much!"

He always felt that there was something wrong, or that his group of policemen went too far, causing tourists to have a bad experience?

However, even if they stay here and hand in hand, the daily life of the local police is so boring!

"It's not your problem..."

The guys who were affected by Rhine's depression gave Chief Butterman some comfort, then left the police station and walked slowly towards the hotel.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

The buttery male director was an indomitable character, shouting passionately behind his back.

"The rich local nightlife has just begun, why are you going back to rest?"

Rich?

As a senior prodigal, Lancelot also showed a helpless expression.

Just today when he sneaked into the town and looked around, he tried to find opportunities and places where he could have a romantic night.

Opportunity - the youngest available lady here, over fifty;

The place - the only small bar, occupied by a group of teenagers...

"Enrich your eggs!"

The slut with a personality as good as Lupine couldn't help but make such a complaint.

It was so troublesome that his plan to help Rhine relax his mood did not have enough conditions to implement it.

Fortunately, conditions do not allow it, otherwise with his plan...

Even Rhine would have hung him from the steeple of Sandford Church.

However, just when everyone was a little confused and had no confidence in whether they could successfully find the exploration team and rescue their missing Muggle companions this time, an unexpected surprise happened.

A living sculpture painted in gold...a street artist...suddenly stopped in front of Rhine, and his expressions and movements were equally exaggerated.

"Uh……"

Rhine knew that the other party would definitely not be like this.

Probably seeing that Rhine was a little depressed, he resorted to his usual method of amusing children, blocking the road and forcing out the illusory and simple happiness.

However, Rhine is really not happy now.

"Isn't it..."

"Hey! Living sculpture! Get out!"

A loud shout suddenly cut through the quiet streets of the town, causing the group of people to turn around in shock.

From the moment they met, the buttery male director, who had a cheerful, kind and kind face, frowned angrily at the living sculpture, and there was something vaguely...

murderous look?

It was as if he felt that the living sculpture's behavior of obstructing tourists was unforgivable, and he wished he could throw the living sculpture into a place far away from the town...

Like a trash can.

Does anyone seem to have experienced this feeling?