curse the world at hogwarts

Magic is not omnipotent, at least it has little significance in criminal investigation.

Otherwise, Barty Crouch's body would be placed not far away next year, and Dumbledore would not just ignore it. It was not until he finally learned the accurate death information of the other party from his filial son.

However, Rhine has one advantage over Old Boss Deng, and that is that he lacks everything around him, except experts in this field.

Back at the hotel, the guys who were still on alert immediately gathered around and held a small meeting on the spot.

When Rhine put the three people's findings and speculations on the table, the wizards turned to look at the agents and Angel, who had been watched over by everyone for more than an hour.

This hot-blooded police detective never wants to do this again in his life.

He is a protector!

Not being protected!

"In other words, someone completed the process of killing, hiding the body, and cleaning up the scene in a short period of time?"

Clarice concluded with a frown.

"And it's so perfect that it's almost seamless from a magical point of view?"

Rhine and others nodded. Even if they noticed an abnormality, it was because of speculation about human nature rather than exploration of magic.

"This is very troublesome..."

Galahad, always serious, said.

"If you want to authenticate the scene, you have to make a big splash."

"Would it be possible to alert the enemy?"

This is exactly Rhine's worry, which is why we have the current situation where we are asking for advice.

Does Zhuge Liang know?

He is also drawing on the fine traditions of the martyrs of his previous life. He will never plan everything with his own brain like some demon kings do.

No matter how strong you are, your manpower will sometimes be poor.

If the place discovered now is a relatively small room, it is feasible for everyone to cooperate and conduct a private investigation late at night.

But the church is the second largest building in Sandford after the supermarket, and the lobby alone cannot be done secretly.

A slight omission may lead to a failure in the exploration, and in the end it will be a useless effort.

Discussions came and went, and finally everyone's eyes focused on Officer Angel.

Angel was not a fool. The disappearance rate problem he noticed was probably closely related to Rhine's discovery. Of course, he immediately understood what everyone meant.

As the only local official member who can be mobilized, he is the one who can conduct large-scale, flawless and justifiable investigations.

"I have no problem, but..."

Angel carefully examined the logic and pointed out a key flaw.

"Based on just a few guesses... or guesses from foreign tourists, it's hard for me to convince..."

At this point, Angel shrugged helplessly.

"What a group of people."

Everyone recalled everything they had seen about the local police since entering the town, and they all fell into silence with understanding.

With the behavior of those police officers, they may be able to make an unjust, false or wrong case even with real evidence.

You start an investigation based on speculation?

Wouldn’t that mean you would be ridiculed and ridiculed by them...and even suffer ostracism and cold violence in the workplace?

In fact, if it weren't for Rhine's intrusion, Angel would have encountered this in the future.

"Whatever you say you want, I'll try my best to satisfy you."

Rhine was not the kind of boss who only raised vague questions without providing solutions, so he immediately gave Angel a supportive stance.

"The first thing is to call the local police... preferably a witness."

Angel also made a request that left Rhine speechless out of the desire to get things done in a practical manner.

"If I had this, would I still need you to investigate?"

Isn't that something that can be properly solved with just a few drops of Snape's refined Veritaserum?

But taking a closer look at Angel's eyes, Rhine suddenly had a realization in his heart...

In the past, the police officer, who was always business-like and rigid, now had a look of contempt for a fool in his eyes, as well as a self-reflection of regret for breaking the bottom line and saying what he just said.

"Oh~~~"

Rhine suddenly realized it and immediately smiled evilly.

"You've become bad~"

Angel's face darkened.

"If you keep doing this, I won't help you investigate."

"Don't you try to help!"

After finding a solution, can Rhine let the cooked duck fly?

Angel: ...

Gu Yan</span>Can’t you praise others in a nice way?

It's a pity that Rhine's favor has always been only for little cotton-padded jackets and great beauties.

He is neither a little cotton-padded jacket nor a great beauty. Instead, he is the kind of old-fashioned man that Rhine likes to scratch and is suitable for squeezing.

Snape in the Muggle world, Galahad in the official system, Scotland Yard's new tool...

Thus was born!

……

Early the next morning, a crazy man broke into Sandford Police Station, scaring the officers on duty into thinking that someone was attacking this most peaceful police station in England.

But the disheveled old man grabbed the registration desk and roared at the officer on duty.

"kill!"

"Killed!"

The police officer on duty was stunned and first wondered whether the other party had that serious illness.

Although he is a relatively isolated existence in the police station and usually does not hang out with others, he is also well aware of the probability of this happening in Sandford...

Trivial, right?

What's more, the old man who reported the crime was named Argus Filch.

It is reasonable to suspect that he has not been to the hospital.

But Mr. Filch came with a mission, or a mission from Professor Lyle, whom he was very convinced of. How could he be ignored?

Under his strong and stubborn request, a police officer who went to work earlier than other police officers decided to accept Filch's report.

This early-rising and hard-working police officer is, of course, Nicholas Angel.

Unknowingly, Rhine completed a closed loop of action.

There was a reporter, a specious eyewitness account, and Angel who was serious and not very considerate of his colleagues' emotions. The case was quickly filed and brought to the attention of the ignorant Butter Man who had just arrived at the job.

"kill?"

The Butter Man was obviously shocked. With a shake of the donut in his hand, all the crucial chocolate needles were spilled!

Without the sugar needle, the donut has lost its soul.

But Angel understands Butter Man's panic, after all, this will break the peace and records that the town has maintained for many years.

As a police officer who had worked hard for honor, Angel even developed strong sympathy for the buttery chief.

It wasn't just the police officer who was attracted by the unexpected case. All the police officers gathered here, curiously waiting for the director's next reaction.

"Snapped--!"

The Butter Man slapped the table, his tall but fat body stood up, and made strict and complete arrangements for everyone.

"Danny, go seal the scene immediately!"

"Andrew and Andrew, go immediately..."

"...go immediately..."

"...go immediately..."

It shows the style of a royal policeman who once fought on the front line!

Angel, who originally thought he would encounter obstruction or even make things difficult for him, was ashamed.

He was ashamed that he had ever questioned this old-timer, and that he had unknowingly begun to distrust the team he joined based on his first impression...

Fortunately, it is not too late to look back now. With the efforts of his colleagues, his career is once again on the verge of destruction!

"Officer Angel!"

Director Butterman looked at Angel in a daze unexpectedly, and sternly dragged him out of his self-criticism.

"You will be fully responsible for the on-site investigation this time. Go immediately!"

"Yes--!"

Angel excitedly performed a standard military salute, turned around and rushed towards the scene of the investigation.

He...is resurrected!

After arranging all this, the buttery male director slumped down on his chair, as if the command just now consumed all his energy.

But instead of resting there, he grabbed a phone on the table and dialed a number.

"We exposed..."

The cold murderous look he had directed at the living sculpture once again appeared on the face of the usually peaceful Butter Man.

"It's that sloppy old man Wembley!"

"I just said..."

"He should have been dealt with long ago!"

"This rubbish!"