The Mortal

Harmful substances detected in the wine glass on the table - the conclusion drawn from the experiment on mice, the specific ingredients are difficult to explain. "Ed spread the information on the table. "Half a month later, there was an attack at the Labor Party rally. The people traced according to the clues claimed that they knew nothing about the conclusive evidence, but the polygraph showed it was true. "

It is estimated that it has something to do with forgetting nothing. Harry thought as he went through the headache-inducing complex reports, and the expected workload seemed to be doubled.

"And the blockade of subway stations in the east at the end of August." Ed continued. "It was actually a bomb threat, there was no problem with the surveillance footage but the bombs just ... popped up."

Harry threw the thick stack of paper documents in his hand onto the table, making a light snap, which made the hearts of those on the other side jump.

"Then this time?" he said slowly.

"Truck driver. His background is so ordinary that it takes less than 10 minutes to search, and he can't find any reason to harm the cabinet member-the most important victim this time-no threat, no motive, but the car monitor of the member clearly It clearly shows that the driver has a clear purpose, which is to rush straight over and cause casualties." Ed said.

If I had to make a guess, the Imperius Curse was Harry's first choice.He probably knew more about Dark wizards than any office-bearer at the Ministry of Magic, and uttering the alarming Unforgivable Curse was as common as he was saying Voldemort's name.

"That's all?" he asked.

"Isn't that enough?" Ed said with a wry smile.

"It's not me who thinks it's not enough." Harry leaned back in his chair, looking calmly at the person on the other side of the table. "Three months. I thought your duty was to discover and evaluate magic-related incidents and then submit them to me as soon as possible, instead of making no progress for three full months like a young child who thought he was omnipotent Then find someone to clean up the mess."

Ed rubbed his nose in embarrassment.Being taught by a young man who is ten years younger than himself cannot be classified as a good experience, but the experience of being ashamed by the savior has made him understand not to make excuses when he is wrong-the last time a certain attitude towards wizards He could vividly remember how bad team members were being played, and he had no desire to experience the wonders of magic.

"You also know that my name as the shady team leader is so sloppy, and the boss can't do anything about me." Ed said bitterly. "It's a common problem in all departments not to like others to intervene in their own cases. Once, we and the guys from the Sixth Office almost fought on the street for the right to interrogate a suspect, let alone a big case involving a national congressman. .”

"Please tell your immediate Boss, why don't you come to me when the cabinet needs to be reorganized." Harry didn't notice that his sarcastic tone was exactly the same as that of his current cohabitant.

"Please—" Ed held up his hands in surrender. "You detected something before, right? See if you have a share in this mess."

More than one copy, being involved with a dark wizard is never a good thing, and the water behind it is much deeper than it seems - but he doesn't show it in the slightest. Harry stared at the potted plant on the corner of the table for a while, then stood up without explaining anything, as if what had happened was not worth mentioning.

"Give me a portion of the liquid in the wine glass from the first case," he ordered simply. "Wait until I've verified."

After the war, the new Ministry of Magic has undergone a series of adjustments. The current Muggle Intelligence Processing and Diplomatic Liaison Committee is at the same level as the original Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters. It is an advanced version of the Muggle Issues Adjustment Committee (began to ).Since this incident wasn't a situation that could be dealt with directly - there wasn't even a single target to guess - Harry had to make a trip to the Ministry himself instead of throwing it straight to the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad.

"Do you think there is a connection with the Death Eaters?" Hermione asked after the meeting, pulling him aside.

"It's not like those guys to be so cryptic," Harry said.

"I don't see any good in doing that," Hermione said angrily. "One day I will enter the Department of Law Enforcement and abolish all the laws that support the theory of pure blood."

Harry patted his friend's shoulder helplessly.

"That's not what I'm worried about now." He thought about several key words in the case fluctuating in his mind, and none of the guesses were simple. "If it's not just about wizards..."

"What?" Hermione didn't hear clearly and turned her head to ask him.

"I'm talking about testing." Harry corrected himself. "I suspect that ingredients that belong to potions have been added to the wine, otherwise MI5 would not be unable to explain the ingredients. I don't know if St. Mungo can find out. Their specialty is not this."

"It's easy." She said strangely. "You have a potion master ready by your side, why do you need someone else?"

"But his magic-"

Hermione gave him that squinting look at a bad student dozing off in class. "To be honest, his professional skills won't change in the slightest because of this, it's like looking after him as an endangered protected animal."

"I... what am I?" Harry had that look on his face that you were joking.

"I don't know who used the excuse of staying at home as a nanny to refuse the beautiful weekend sisters' time, sweetheart." She raised her chin and said.

"I didn't say that. I said the need to cook and-"

"I'm tired of hearing about Snape's safety." She waved her hand in disgust. "Do you think I don't know how many protection spells you have added to your house? Even if the Dark Lord is gone, there is still time for you to go back and save the place."

And she knew her friend's hypervigilance was never better.From the beginning when it was difficult to accept being close to a person within three meters of him, he ran out of the door to retch because he couldn't bear the noisy banquet hall, but now he just did his best on the surface and then sneaked into the dark. Harry didn't trust anyone anymore - she knew all too well that after watching the spy film she'd accompanied him to turn every corner of the room into a mess that was worse than a burglary, just to find bugs that didn't even exist.

That day she told him that Muggles are not enemies, and he replied that enemies are not the only ones who are suspicious, and the next day he brought back a bunch of books about protective spells to study on his own.

"Okay, I'll try to ask him." Harry conceded to the girl's accusing gaze. "I will supply the Black Forest cake you made yourself in another day."

"I'll also have tiramisu." She shifted gears and looked at him with twinkling brown eyes - after leaving Hogwarts' all-powerful house-elves, there's nothing like having a best friend who can make desserts. , especially since he's doing pretty well.

"You tell me the truth. Did you break up with Ron because he kept taking your cake?"

"Harry!"

The successful savior ran away before being grabbed by the girl's ear, and escaped from her sight before hearing any irrefutable words - who would let him be held in the palm of his hand more.

He withdrew his relaxed smile on the way back, and he had suppressed all his emotions when passing by the atrium.The young man in casual clothes is out of place among the many figures in wizard robes, as if he should not belong here in the first place.

"Harry." A familiar voice made him stop. "I didn't expect to meet you again."

Who else but his former superior - the current head of the Auror Division.He turned around to say hello, and twirled the thumb and index finger of his right hand reflexively.

"What happened over there?" the director asked casually.

"Not a big deal," Harry said. "Come and make a report."

"That's good." Then the director looked at him and paused for a while, accompanied by a deep meaning that was difficult to understand. "If you have time to come back, there are also many interesting things happening here." He said.

what is this about?

Harry was still wondering what it meant until the other party left until he couldn't see his back.He vacillated between simple polite words and hidden deep messages, and then the magic clock in the center of the hall rang out the crisp sound of the hour.

He glanced at the time and walked towards the fireplace that was connected to Diagon Alley.

When Harry came home with a black and gray owl with a white belly (wait, when did he use the word home?), Snape seemed to have just come out of the workshop, because he smelled the familiar The potion smell - too bad he couldn't tell exactly what it was with his level.

"I think...maybe." He said, shaking the cage slightly. "This is more convenient."

Snape's astonishment seemed to outweigh his objection to having a pet - his voice was noticeably hesitant to respond sharply, "You-"

"I'll take good care of it," Harry added immediately. "With your permission."

He actually kind of missed snow-white Hedwig, but never thought of finding a replacement - that lovely girl would always be his one and only messenger.But he didn't dare to add to the embarrassment by telling Snape that this was just a phrase for you, and he was sure Snape understood him - there was no doubt about it.

"Allowed." Snape repeated the word once. "If I hadn't already experienced your ability to make sentences, I wouldn't have