"You mean..." Scrimgeour frowned, "You haven't made any potions, even tried it?"
Anton looked at Scrimgeour with an incredible look, "Do you think you can learn a new potion recipe without anyone's guidance, just reading a few books, and being accompanied by an unknown fire dragon statue?"
Can you make it in just one week?”
Scrimgeour thought for a moment and spread his hands, "That's right. I thought potions was too simple. There aren't even many Aurors who can prepare polyjuice potions. I was too demanding.
Already."
"Yes!" Anton nodded sincerely, "Polyjuice potion is a very complicated potion, and not everyone can understand it."
Magic, no matter which discipline, requires talent.
Many times, yes means yes, and no means no.
Those who have the talent to fly a broomstick can easily control it even for the first time, and can easily reach a level that ordinary wizards cannot achieve after a lifetime of practice.
A person with the gift of a prophet can tell something like one, two, three, four just by looking up at the sky.
This is also the reason why the concept of 'pure blood supremacy' continues to flourish. The children of the Dumbledore family are born with the Phoenix, the Gaunt family is naturally good at dark magic and Parseltongue, and the Trelawney family is born with
The top prophecy talent 'Tianmu'...
Note: Professor Trelawney's great-grandmother was an extremely powerful seer (deceased).
Therefore, not everyone who has gone through magic school education can master every kind of magic that has been accumulated by predecessors and represents the pinnacle of magic in a certain past era.
The population of wizards is too small, and it is even smaller if it is scattered across various fields.
Potions is a field that most wizards are exposed to, but there are really only a few who can be called potion masters.
The kind that you can count on your fingers.
"We should continue to study in the direction of 'poisons and antidotes'." Scrimgeour stood up, walked to the filing cabinet beside him, rummaged through it, and pulled out a folder.
"There is a problem at the Chocolate Frog Factory." He handed the folder to Anton, then walked to the desk and took out a document for the Auror dispatch mission, filling out the form in detail.
"The chocolate frog they made was highly toxic!"
Anton was stunned for a moment, "Poisonous?"
Scrimgeour nodded and signed his name at the end of the mission document. The ink bloomed with a blue magical luster and disappeared in a flash.
Then, he pushed the document to the opposite side of the desk and pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache.
"The previous Auror found something and found traces of ritual magic near the factory, but his clues were broken."
Scrimgeour sighed, staring at Anton with his yellow eyes, with a sigh on his face, "All the informants, possible insiders, and several targets of suspicion are all in Azkaban now."
"Then this is easy to handle." Anton said he couldn't understand. "Since they are all in Azkaban, we can directly drag them to the interrogation room and ask them. The Auror Office must have some unique interrogation techniques."
"No!" Scrimgeour shook his head, "There are always some Aurors who think they can do whatever they want in Azkaban, and as a result some very bad things happened. Our Ministry of Magic promulgated it more than two hundred years ago.
The Aurors' Enforcement Regulations in Azkaban restrict this behavior."
"Something bad?"
"Well, Azkaban is full of despair, and there are always some witches who can't stand it... Hehe, there are also wizards... trying to seek help from the Aurors." Scrimgeour moved his hand in mid-air, "
Oh, Merlin's beard, you don't know, Azkaban was in chaos at that time, and we had to execute several Aurors to suppress the call to 'close the Auror Office'."
As he spoke, the corners of Scrimgeour's lips curled up, "At that time, the wizards pulled up a banner in front of the magic department, saying that Aurors were murderers who killed wizards, but they treated Muggles as kindly as their own grandchildren.
Filial piety."
Anton raised his eyebrows. Seeing Scrimgeour's gloomy face, he did not continue to ask and lowered his head to look at the document in his hand.
First, there was a report of someone dying after eating a chocolate frog. The parcel was accompanied by a magic photo of the deceased, a white-haired old man.
"Hey, why does this victim look familiar to me? It seems that I have seen him at the previous trial about me?"
Scrimgeour nodded, "Former Director of the Department of Magical Transport at the Ministry of Magic, this chocolate frog gave old Ronaldo a chance."
"At first, our office believed it was a murder. After all, the person who died was the Director of the Ministry of Magic. But then a new victim appeared."
"He is a dark wizard who has been supplying Knockturn Alley all year round. He deals with low-quality herbs that are not of much value. He earns a pitiful meager profit and can barely make ends meet. We have investigated carefully. Although the magic
Ministry officials and dark wizards sometimes do have some ulterior cooperation, but the two are really unrelated."
"Finally, we finally tracked down the chocolate frog factory, quickly recalled all the chocolate frogs, and used magic to find everyone who had bought the same batch of chocolate frogs and retrieve those products."
Scrimgeour knocked on the desk, "They're all poisonous!"
"Finally, we found traces of ritual magic near the Chocolate Frog Factory."
Anton listened to Scrimgeour's story and flipped through the thick information. He couldn't help but raise his head, "Shouldn't I be the one to take over such a big case?"
"Of course, how could I hand it over to an intern." Scrimgeour clicked on the document he had just signed on the table, "I'll take the opportunity to take you to see it. After all, you are already considered the top in the field of potions.
"
"The ritual magic may not have anything to do with the poison, but it must have something to do with the poisoned wizard. This is a clue."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Anton picked up the task given by Scrimgeour, looked at it carefully, and signed his name.
Scrimgeour picked up his trench coat from the coat rack, took off his hat and put it on, "Let's go."
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This is not a simple case. The office dispatched two Auror teams, that is, 10 people.
Well, the current number of Aurors is only about forty.
Generally speaking, although they have not reached the level of Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall, any one of them is one of the best in the wizarding world, not to mention that they also have various skills specifically used in criminal investigation and combat.
Aurors rarely send out small teams and usually conduct investigations alone.
Everyone has the ability to survive, fight and investigate in dangerous areas alone.
When Anton and Scrimgeour arrived in the valley where the Chocolate Frog Factory was located, an Auror was waving his wand, making a 6-foot (1.8-meter) sailboat float in the air.
The invisible wind blew the sail of the sailboat, sailing all the way towards the high wall of the factory.
Finally, the sailboat hit the high wall and exploded into countless misty white lights.
When the Auror saw Slytherin staring at him, he walked over with an extremely serious look on his face and said, "Director Scrimgeour, I am now very sure that the source of the poison was influenced by the ritual magic in the cave."
As he spoke, he pointed to the corner of a mountain in the distance.
After saying that, he looked at Anton with a smile and said, "Hey, Anton, although I am surprised that you will join the Auror office, you are still welcome."
Anton shook hands with him and said, "Thank you, Montgomery."
One of his eyes was filled with colorful whirlpools, and he looked at the chocolate factory infatuatedly, "Are they still working? I feel a strong magical atmosphere here."
special……
Surging.
special……
Full of emotions.
In the field of vision of the magic image, it is so active, and... extremely active.
Montgomery was stunned for a moment, "It's impossible, everyone has stopped working, I'm sure of it."
"Really?" Anton seemed to be affected by that extremely active magic power, and an inexplicably cheerful smile broke out on his face.
Scrimgeour's eyes lit up, he took out the silver cigarette case from his coat, took one out and held it in his mouth, and walked straight towards the factory, "It seems we have to have a good chat with the boss of the factory and call him over."