Benson quickly came back to his senses and questioned: "Those idiots wouldn't be stupid enough to attack the train from outside in this weather, right?"
Xing Ze chuckled and said: "Old sir, you must know that a quarter of an hour ago, a madman tried to destroy the power module of the train and blow us all up into the sky. If there is another group of madmen attacking the train, I will not feel uncomfortable.
strangeness."
"This is absolutely impossible!" The righteous police officer dismissed Xing Ze's concerns. "You know that most of the children in the car are from pure-blood families. No one dares to provoke them, not even corpse eaters."
"I don't have time to waste time with you." Xing Ze shrugged his shoulders. He knew that it was useless no matter how much he talked, he might as well seize the time to find some new clues.
Cecil's interrogation will not be handed over to him. The only person he can attack at present is the poisoned Alan Hoffman, if his name is that.
"Where are you going?" Benson asked Xing Ze.
"To confirm the true identity of Alan Hoffman, we may be able to find some clues."
"I'll be with you." After that, Benson ordered Shafiq, "If that lunatic wakes up, come and notify me immediately, and I will interrogate him personally."
"Okay, sir." Shafik looked at Xing Ze who was walking away with some dissatisfaction. He didn't know why Benson would be so indulgent to an outsider.
Room 4-A is not far from the interrogation room. Perhaps luck smiled on Xing Ze. When they arrived, Alan Hoffman's polyjuice potion had just expired.
The man lying on the ground turned into a fat man. He was about fifty years old, with stubble on his face and thin hair. Benson smiled meaningfully when he saw him.
"Do you know him?" Xing Ze asked.
"How long has it been since you read a newspaper, young man?" Benson took off his hat and pulled out a copy of the Daily Prophet.
The newspaper was unfolded, and among the current affairs information, there were a dozen wanted notices issued by the Ministry of Magic, one of which was for this unknown gentleman.
"Dunn Eric, magic materials dealer." Xing Ze read out the contents of the wanted order.
He frowned and thought deeply for a while, then asked: "So, why is Mr. Eric wanted?"
"The wanted order says, reselling prohibited magic materials." Benson folded the newspaper and put it back into his hat.
"Come on, there are a lot of merchants selling prohibited materials in Knockturn Alley and Stinky Rat Street, but I haven't seen them all in the newspapers."
"Let's go back to the previous question." Benson avoided Xing Ze's question, "Why do you think we need train shields?"
"In my gut, I don't think Cecil just wanted to blow up the train."
"So you think they have other goals?"
"I'm not sure, but he did mention sacrifices, bishops, great beings, and of course Harry Potter." Xing Ze knelt down and checked Dunn, "He seemed to want to kill everyone on the train.
, to sacrifice his faith.”
Hearing this, Benson's face changed in vain, "Did he say anything else?"
"Most of them are crazy mutterings to themselves, which I can't understand. By the way, besides students, are there any other passengers on the train?"
"A middle-aged couple from the Welsh countryside, a German scholar, and a Scottish poet, they call themselves lovers, that's all."
People in the magical world have many choices to travel. Apparition, floo powder and portkeys are undoubtedly the fastest ways to travel.
Of course, flying broomsticks and knight buses are also good choices, although the former is extremely unfriendly to people who are afraid of heights, and the latter is hell for people who get motion sickness.
As for the magic train, this is not a good choice. Its speed is too slow and the time is extremely limited. Except for students, few people take the train.
On ordinary days, only carriage 4 of the Hogwarts Express is used to carry people, and the other carriages are mostly used to transport supplies.
During the school term and holidays, although all carriages are open to carry passengers, most passengers will avoid this peak period. After all, no one wants to ride on the same train with hundreds of noisy children.
"Have you been cross-examined?"
Benson frowned and tapped his cane with his fingers, "Are you questioning me?"
Xing Ze used his magic wand to pry up the material merchant's left hand, "Yes, your arrogance will kill everyone sooner or later."
"Don't challenge my patience, Xing Ze, I don't like your current attitude..."
"He's got the plague."
Benson swallowed back his words. He hurriedly approached the body and inspected it, "Where is it? Damn it, tell me quickly."
Xing Ze stood back and said, "It's on his wrist, on both hands. It's not a big area. It should have been infected recently."
"For Merlin's sake!" Benson walked out of the room in disgust, "We have to seal the carriage quickly."
According to memory, this strange plague broke out in Wales three months ago. The plague did not spread very fast, but Muggle medical methods were completely ineffective.
As the number of infections increased, the Ministry of Magic sent Aurors and the Magic Research Society to investigate. However, so far, the Magic Research Society has not come up with a clear answer, but the plague has spread to the entire United Kingdom, even to the United Kingdom.
Ireland.
The Ministry of Magic had to close a large number of floo networks, and the few remaining important fireplaces were guarded by commissioners. At the same time, the plague also caused a serious shortage of manpower in the Ministry of Magic. This is one of the reasons why the Department of Mysteries approached Xing Ze.
, they really have no one left.
"He must have used some method to cheat the station inspection," Benson muttered.
Xing Ze was not surprised by this. Except for Aurors and several other important departments, most public officials came from prestigious magic families. For these young masters and young ladies to do something well, it was comparable to a sow climbing a tree, especially
In this situation of manpower shortage.
He closed the door of the compartment and was thinking about how to let Benson take him to interrogate Cecil. The ominous whistle sounded again, this time the sound was particularly clear, and even Benson heard it.
"Did you hear that?"
It was Benson who spoke. His face was pale and his body was shaking slightly, as if he had seen a ghost.
Xing Ze nodded silently. His situation was much better. After all, this was the third time he heard this sound.
He squinted his eyes and looked out the window, trying to see the source of the sound, but the snowstorm once again frustrated his hopes.
Benson probably recovered from his fear. As he walked quickly towards the interrogation room, he asked Xing Ze: "Do you know how to interrogate?"
"I know something." Although he didn't know why the old man asked, Xing Ze answered immediately.
His detective career on Earth allowed him to develop good interrogation skills, especially when he was able to use instruments.
"Cecil, that madman, he is yours." Benson strode forward, "No matter what means you use, find out where the curse is."