Mr.R moved the wand, and a crystal flew to the blackthorn wand. Then he said: "According to the process, I need to ask you a few questions. This process will be very boring. Do you want something? Tea.
Coffee or wine?”
"Need not."
"Okay, first question, what's your name?"
Xing Ze was stunned for a moment, but he quickly came to his senses. He chuckled and asked, "Is it necessary?" After seeing that Mr. R was not joking, he reported his name.
"You are not a resident of Great Britain."
"Yes, it was not the case before, it is not the case now, and it will never be the case in the future."
Mr.R picked up the cup and took a sip. The fake smile on his face was like a clown mask, "Be patient, my friend, the people above attach great importance to the process."
Xing Ze did not reply.
"Let's continue." Mr. R put down the cup, "Does your magical bloodline come from your mother?"
"Yes." After thinking about it carefully, Xing Ze added: "My mother is a protector of magical creatures. My father is a construction contractor and a Muggle."
"After the accident, did they contact you? Or, did you contact them?"
"No, not at all. You have blocked the news very well. My mother probably doesn't know that something happened to me. There is no need to let her know about it. I am living a good life."
"Wise decision..." The crystal flying above the wand trembled slightly. Mr. R stopped talking. He pointed his wand at the crystal and closed his eyes.
Ten seconds later, he opened his eyes and the smile on his face disappeared. He whispered softly: "It is indeed Benson's wand. It seems that he recognizes you."
Then, he turned his attention to Xing Ze again and asked, "Have you ever studied at Hogwarts?"
"From 1978 to 1981, Ravenclaw Academy." Xing Ze replied patiently, "You can find more detailed answers to the above questions in my entry report."
Mr.R was unmoved. At this time, the two crystals rotating around Xing Ze began to tremble slightly, so he recalled the crystals and pointed the wand at the crystals like last time.
After taking some time to examine the crystals, Mr.R brought them back to Xing Ze, along with the previous one. Xing Ze found it difficult to find useful information on his face.
"Tell me, friend, what happened." After a moment of silence, Mr. R asked.
Has the diagnosis been passed? Xing Ze guessed.
He completely recounted the accident that he had choreographed dozens of times in his mind. He omitted some necessary content, such as time travel and rebirth, such as the shining Trioctahedron, etc., and the remaining content was all facts.
Lies based on truth are the hardest to see through.
In order to make himself look confident, he practiced countless times and combined with deception, Xing Ze felt that he now looked absolutely sincere.
But the good times didn't last long, he felt something strange about the three crystals, they were stealing the memories in his mind.
At first, he was surprised, but soon he cursed himself in his mind as an idiot. He should have expected that the Department of Mysteries was no different from the corpse eaters, and could use the forbidden legilimens on anyone for their own purposes.
His desire for the truth made him reckless and impulsive, so much so that he made such a stupid mistake. He was like a hot-headed wild boar, foolishly rushing into the opponent's trap.
Just when he was about to escape from this place, a strange force suddenly appeared in his mind, it was Blue Beak.
Modify memory? Build a barrier? It was as if someone had stuffed this information into his brain. Xing Ze reacted immediately. He suppressed the panic in his heart, manipulated the strange power to start modifying his memory, and put the modified memory into his mind.
The three crystals were given away continuously.
"So you passed out? When you woke up, the monster disappeared?" Mr. R's face finally changed. Now even a blind person can see that he doesn't believe what Xing Ze said at all.
Rhetoric.
"That's the truth, sir." Xing Ze replied as calmly as possible, "I was knocked into the snowdrift by the monster, and then I passed out. If I hadn't woken up, the briefcase was next to me, and there were still some things in it.
Healing Potion, I'm afraid I can't sit here at all.
"As for the monster, sir, I really don't know where it went. To be honest, I don't want to know where it went. I just wanted to see the doctor as soon as possible."
While modifying the memory, I also have to deal with Mr. R. This is indeed not an easy task.
Mr.R touched his nose, picked up a document from the table and flipped through it, "But when the search and rescue team found you, you were running around."
"Oh, isn't it? This is thanks to St. Mungo's healing potion. Compared with the inferior products outside, its effect is quite good, but the price is a bit expensive. I remember I fed some to the train conductor, and he is now
You’re still alive, aren’t you?”
"I'm sure he'll thank you."
Mr.R showed a meaningful smile. He couldn't see through the person in front of him, at least not through the disguise he was wearing. But his intuition told him that this young man was hiding something.
At this moment, he really wanted to use Legilimency to find out for himself. He missed the time when he could look into other people's heads at will, instead of relying on some garbage crystal from the Magic Research Institute.
Although people from the Magic Research Institute swear that these crystals can not only confirm pollution, but can also collect the target's memories unknowingly, and its effect is even far greater than that of Auror's Legilimency.
So now, he can only keep talking to delay time so that Crystal can complete his work. This is so boring.
"Anyway, your actions were very heroic, my friend, and I just want to express my gratitude to you on behalf of the Department of Mysteries. It's a pity that we can't publicize this."
Xing Ze's tone was filled with helplessness: "At that time, someone has to come out and do something."
Mr.R asked a few more unrelated questions. The jumping questions made Xing Ze secretly complain. Fortunately, the three crystals began to tremble again.
Mr.R recalled the crystal, and this time he spent a lot of time checking it one by one. Xing Ze saw that his face was uncertain, even a little disappointed.
After finishing the inspection of the crystal, Mr.R leaned tiredly on the chair behind him. He looked like a defeated rooster at the moment, his lips were pursed tightly, his eyes were empty, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Xing Ze was not much better. After the strange power was removed from his mind, a feeling of weakness immediately swept through his body. He could only quietly change his sitting position so that most of his body weight could be exerted on him.
On the chair.
He clearly understood that this was a symptom of excessive use of magic power. Next, he would have a headache, sweat, and even tremble. He had to concentrate on dealing with it, otherwise he would be exposed.