[hp] stay out of it

I raised my eyebrows at the paper, feeling like the sword of Damocles had finally come down - in fact, since the 1st minute I got here and realized I was the only guy running out of the murder scene, I I always felt that this matter would have to be involved with me one day, not to mention that the two murders at the scene covered with traces of magic are still pending (only the Boyle family and I know the truth).So when I saw Skita’s article today, my first reaction was: Aha, this thing has finally been dug up?

I got up early this morning to continue a task that I was a bit procrastinated last night - I assigned it to myself.Order, which already involves the supreme truth, cannot be glimpsed in a day or two, and a large number of cumbersome calculations are necessary.

So, fortunately, I got up early today, there were not many people in the auditorium, and no one seemed to be reading the newspaper except me, so Mr. Toutiao, who had not been noticed by anyone, leisurely spread the newspaper on the table beside him, spooning it at the same time. Eating his porridge, he thought for a while that maybe it would be better to just go straight to the classroom, because going to the library is bound to get all kinds of stares and interruptions.

"Mr. Baker, who died in an accident a few days ago, once took on a special task: to accept a Muggle-born freshman on behalf of Hogwarts. According to the memories of his colleagues, Mr. Baker, who was still alive at that time, mentioned The child showed confusion and pity when he was a child, and the student who was brought into the magic world by Mr. Baker seemed to show a special weirdness and indifference to life at the age of 11. Under the reporter's curiosity, we managed to get Baker The names and identities of the children Mr. was in charge of at the time—the results were surprising.”

"As we all know, Blake, the protagonist of the injustice case repeatedly touted by the mainstream media in recent days, has a son left outside, but he himself avoids mentioning the mother of the child and the difficult life that the mother and son may have experienced over the years. This morning, by Daily Prophet special correspondent Rita Skeeter brings you a heart-wrenching family tragedy. (See next page)”

The photographs are so-called black and white still photographs of Haggie White and Vincent.At this point, I am a little disappointed with Skeeter's ability to dig, because almost all the books about Helen will not hesitate to put a lot of photos of snapshots or post-simulation portraits. Revealed: Helen's criminal pedigree In the sensationalist book "Inheritance", I saw a simulated portrait of eight or nine-year-old Vincent. The child was expressionless and was walking backwards with a pair of feet that clearly belonged to the dead , with some blood on his face.

However, in this day and age, even Muggles don’t have functions such as Google photo search, so even Rita, who has a great tongue in the press, didn’t think of going to the biography of French wizards to look through the photos and see if there are any. It's forgivable that an English female Muggle is included, right?

I took another look at the black-and-white photo, remembered that it seemed to be the one in Vincent's bedroom drawer, and realized that she had probably already searched the house.

I turn to the second page.

"How Sirius got involved with an ordinary female Muggle, we'll get to that later - given his natural good looks, it's likely that any uninformed Muggle would be happy to have an affair with him - —Back to our focus today, Heiqi White, an ordinary and attractive Muggle in the suburban community of London, even lacking the skills to make a living (the author said after many investigations that Ms. As one of her neighbors hinted, "she misbehaved, had an irregular schedule and a habit of turning upside down day and night, and often disappeared for long periods of time; There’s no way.”)——How a flamboyant single mother, Hakey White, with no friends, no fixed source of income, raised a fatherless child alone in London, and enjoyed a very different income than what appeared to be The author did not mention the good life of the deceased to show respect for the deceased.”

I raised my eyebrows, she really dared to write. "Misbehavior, irregular work and rest, and habit reversal day and night, often disappearing for a long time without returning home"... Perhaps Sketa didn't realize that apart from sex workers, deranged killers also have these characteristics.And any of Helen's friends who are equally insane, if they read this article, they can put her in a bottle and shake her to death without any effort.

But unfortunately, Helen and her friends - almost dead.

Lucky Skeeter.

"Such superficially gorgeous and beautiful days did not stay with little Vincent for long. During the summer vacation when he was about to enter Hogwarts as a first-year student, a tragedy happened—but in other words, if it weren't for this tragedy, little Vincent might Will maintain a decadent Muggle identity for the rest of my life?"

"That night there was an unsolved double murder that was a headache for London's Muggle law enforcement officers and Ministry of Magic Aurors - Ms. White died of massive blood loss from a sharp weapon wound to her chest, and The 11-year-old boy next door died from a curse—the Avada Kedavra, whose only characteristic is the absence of any features, and the black magic known as one of the three unforgivable curses."

Then there is a rather tendentious restoration description of the case.I skimmed through and found two grammatical mistakes she made.

"Little Vincent has disappeared since then, and he has not appeared in the eyes of the Muggle public until today. Muggle law enforcement speculates in which suburb he may be murdered, but in fact, he has been living well in the wizarding world. .Even last fall, he found his father who had been visible throughout his childhood, the avowed detractor of the Mystery Man with legendary experiences, our 'tough and heroic' 'hero' - Sirius."

The adjectives: strong, heroic, heroic—did she italicize them?I leaned closer to confirm, and vaguely felt that it wasn't just me she was going to bombard next.

I put down the spoon, wiped my mouth, picked up the things at hand and walked to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.On the road, I met a lot of classmates who were just going to have breakfast, and I was too lazy to remember their names. They nodded to me in a friendly way—because I haven’t had time to read today’s Daily Prophet, they also asked in a friendly way. Good morning to them.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was empty in the early morning, so I went to the last row, opened my schoolbag, took out a pen and paper, and started to do calculations.

Defining the degree of relevance... well, requires a new set of algorithms.In the deflection event that Bruce became a warrior, my participation was obviously overestimated. I realized this a long time ago, but the problem is that a new measurement plan is not something that can be taken out just by taking it.

So I have calculated a necessary natural coefficient for this place before, how much is it?

"Vincent!"

"Huh?" I looked up subconsciously, and found that the teacher who had taught Moody a defense class for a month—Sirius—was standing in front of me, and I was slightly startled.

"I've called you several times, Vincent...don't give me that 'Wow! When did you get in?!' look." Sirius threw the textbooks on the table and picked up my stack Manuscript: "What is this?"

"Uh... parchment and a bunch of data you can't understand?" I guessed and gave the answer.

"I've realized this a long time ago, so I don't need to remind you." Sirius put the pile of papers back on the table, and tapped vigorously with his fingers: "I'm just asking, why did you still make such a big fuss in Sky Tower?" Interested in doing your wonderful little arithmetic?"

Still holding the quill in my hand, I distractedly checked the data, and asked casually: "Then what should I do? Hurry up and run away—they won't arrest me for a stupid report." Zkaban?"

"The law can do whatever it pleases—don't place your poor faith in a jury of feeble minds, whose verdicts will only be dictated by those with power," said Sirius." And it seems to me that there's nothing superficially unsound about what Skeeter wrote..."

"Oh, good morning, Professor, Vincent." The classroom door was pushed open, and Dench and Benelli came in with bread, which seemed to be their breakfast.

"We saw the newspaper - it seems that Skeeter is good at a wide range of topics: from love affairs to sports events, she is now ready to challenge the reporting of criminal cases?" Dan Qi came over, carrying his schoolbag and asked: "You Want to sit in the last row?"

"You guys go to the first row for me." Sirius pointed to the front with his thumb, and then said to me: "And you, sit together and put away all these parchments. You are not allowed to display your amateur talents."

In fact, this is my professional talent, maybe magic is considered amateur... But I didn't say anything, shrugged, packed my things and moved to the front to sit.

Sirius looked at Danqi and Benelli, and then continued what he said just now: "You are indeed the last wizard to appear on the scene-of course, they thought you were a silly little squib at that time-and there are no signs around No other wizard has ever shown up, even broken in—so according to Skeeter's reasoning, if you are stimulated by something and the magic erupts..." He smacked his lips and stopped talking.

"The three major Unforgivable Curses require very high levels of magic power, and it is impossible to use them without a magic wand. It is even more impossible for a little wizard who has just awakened from magic." Benelli raised his hand.

"Ah, at that time there were only two stubby fingers of Peter on the scene, and the whole wizarding world still believed that the rest were all blown to ashes by me..."

Benelli raised his hand again and said: "This is unreasonable. My dad said that this case ignored the obvious physical evidence-no matter what caused the violent explosion, it is impossible to completely destroy all the torsos of the target, and it is impossible to be the only one left Both of them were torn from one part in a bite shape."

"Thank you for your affirmation. But it's not in class now, so you don't need to raise your hand, Mr. Hornby..." Sirius waved his hand for a moment: "Are you talking about some unique theory of Muggles?"

"Yes, explosive analysis is used for criminal investigation. My father is from the Central Intelligence Agency." Benelli said cheerfully.

Dan Qi and I turned around and asked him in unison, "Didn't you say he is a policeman?"

"Is there a difference?" Benelli asked in a daze, completely unaware of the nature of his father's occupation.

"I feel sorry for Mr. and Mrs. Hornby. A CIA plus an Auror..." Danji put his hand on his forehead, "and then ended up with you - there must be something wrong, I suggest you go back and be a blood relative Testing spells or DNA comparisons or something."

"Speaking of DNA," I thought of the TV arrest I heard about me on the lawn of a family in France during the summer vacation: "Is the fate of being wanted and going to jail also hereditary? I have seen papers about the impact of genes on ancestors The influence of individual choices in turn leads to similar life trajectories..."

"Oh, I remembered, you said that you were on TV in France last summer." Dan Qi took out a note from his school bag, took out a quill and crossed out several options, "So we will pick up Furong this summer. You can't when you're in town—see the Eiffel Tower, or Mont Saint-Michel, or Annecy, unless you want to cause a commotion... oh, choke!"

Dan Qi, who had been doing well, sneezed two very strange tones for no reason. We looked at Sirius suspiciously, and he took advantage of the interval when we fell silent, clapped his hands nonchalantly and said, "Okay, since my lovely classmate Our small talk is over, let's talk about serious business."