The letter contained several lines of disorderly text. Xing Ze estimated that even the most powerful linguists in the world could not understand the content.
He recited the incantation again. Compared with the previous one, this time the incantation was more complicated. He silently sighed in his heart that he had such a good memory in this world.
With the sound of the incantation, the words on the letter moved and they began to rearrange themselves. When the incantation was completed, a complete letter appeared in front of you.
Mr. Xing Ze:
Please go to the Three Broomsticks pub in Hogsmeade at 1pm on September 3rd and Ms. Rosmerta will check your code words.
The letter was unsigned, and just when Xing Ze was trying to find the so-called codeword, the entire letter suddenly burst into flames.
However, the bright flame was not hot to the touch. The smoke rising from the burning formed a text above Xing Ze's head. In less than half a minute, the text disappeared, and even the ashes of the letter disappeared. This was very strange.
In line with the style of the Department of Mysteries.
In other words, the only ones who know about his itinerary are the Department of Mysteries and the Hogwarts Board of Directors.
Xing Ze touched his chin and fell into deep thought. The Ministry of Magic had no reason to harm him. He was not going to Hogwarts simply to be a teacher.
Then, there were only people on the Hogwarts board of directors, and the name Lucius Malfoy quickly jumped out of Xing Ze's mind.
This Death Eater is also a member of the board of directors of Hogwarts. But if all this is a conspiracy of the Corpse Eaters, then shouldn't they be looking for Harry Potter? Why would they find an unknown person?
Ministry of Magic staff.
It was so strange, and if he remembered correctly, according to the original plot, this Hogwarts train would arrive at Hogsmeade Station smoothly, and there would be no blizzard at all on the way, let alone any deaths.
The plot has changed? Could it be that my own time travel disturbed the world line?
Thinking of this possibility, Xing Ze's heart sank. He also thought of using his foresight in the plot to survive the second magic war safely. It seemed that this plan was about to go to waste.
The wind and snow outside the window are getting heavier and heavier, the speed of the train has obviously slowed down, and the whistle has become more and more frequent. It is not difficult to guess that the visibility in the direction of the front of the train should have become very low.
In the carriage, Xing Ze was also at a loss. There were too few clues, and he could not deduce who poisoned him. The biggest suspect at present was Mrs. Rebecca, but this was too obvious. I'm afraid the matter was far away.
It's not that simple.
At this moment, strong footsteps came from outside the carriage. The sound stopped at the door, and two figures appeared on the frosted glass of the carriage door.
"Pah, pah, pah."
There was an expected knock on the door, but the people outside obviously didn't have much patience, so they quickly knocked again.
Xing Ze put away his thoughts, stood up and opened the door.
There were two men standing at the door of the carriage. The one on the left was wearing a police uniform. He was in his thirties and had a straight face.
On the right is an old man. Judging from the black felt hat on his head, the neat suit on his body and the shiny leather shoes on his feet, he is a gentleman with great taste.
The old man took off his hat and nodded slightly towards Xing Ze, then said with a smile: "Good afternoon, sir, if you don't mind, we would like to ask something."
Although the old gentleman's attitude was very friendly, there was an unquestionable attitude in his tone, and the serious policeman had already put his hand on the wand on his waist.
Xing Ze shrugged his shoulders and said, "Besides cooperating with you, do I have any other choice?"
"I'm afraid not, sir." The old gentleman turned sideways and said, "This is Officer Shafiq. As for me, you can call me Benson."
"Okay, you two, what exactly do you want to ask?"
"Have you been to Room 4-A?" The person who spoke was Officer Shafiq. Ever since he opened the door, the officer had been looking at Xing Ze, and the suspicion in his eyes was undisguised.
"No, I'm always in my car, except when I go to the toilet." Xing Ze replied coldly.
The old gentleman obviously heard the displeasure in Xing Ze's tone. He stepped forward and said, "I apologize to you, Mr. Xing Ze. Officer Shafiq was just completing his job."
Xing Ze gave him the same smile: "Why don't you try the tracking spell? It will allow you to quickly find which toilet I went to."
The sarcastic words immediately angered Officer Shafiq. He pulled out his wand, glared at Xing Ze and said, "Don't play tricks on me, Oriental, just answer the questions honestly."
"Shafiq, stop." Benson pressed the police officer's wand, "We are all colleagues, so why make things difficult for each other."
"Colleague?" Shafiq muttered uncertainly.
Benson smiled helplessly: "Next time, Parker, before you go to cross-examine, maybe you should take a good look at the passenger registration form and the Magic Yellow Pages."
After scolding Shafik, Benson turned to Xing Ze and said: "Mr. Xing Ze, we all work for the British Ministry of Magic, right? So believe me, Officer Shafik is not making things difficult for you. So please be kind.
answer the questions."
Benson's words are not wrong. The train staff belong to the Department of Magical Transport of the Ministry of Magic.
Although he was going to teach at Hogwarts, he was still on a long-term mission and his position in the Ministry of Magic was still retained.
Therefore, you can find information about him in the Magic Yellow Pages with just a click of your finger.
In view of the other party's attitude, Xing Ze also restrained his temper and said calmly: "Please speak, Mr. Benson."
"Have you seen anyone suspicious?"
Xing Ze was stunned for a moment. This interesting question made him even more suspicious of the safety of the train.
He thought for a moment before replying: "Mr. Benson, as you said, we are all from the Ministry of Magic. If there is any problem on the train, I hope to be able to help."
"You don't need to worry about this." Before Benson could speak, Officer Shafik rejected Xing Ze.
"Parker, man, why don't you let me talk to this young man alone." Benson suggested to the police officer.
"But……"
"Don't worry, Parker, if something happens to me, the case will be closed."
Officer Parker Shafik hesitated. He looked at Xing Ze and then at Benson.
"Go on, man, there's a lot of things waiting for you to deal with, leave it to me."
Benson's persuasion finally worked. Shafik withdrew his wand and said, "Listen, kid, I'm nearby." After saying such harsh words to Xing Ze, he strode towards another carriage.
go.
"Please forgive me, Mr. Xing Ze, he has a bit of a temper, but he is a responsible police officer."
Xing Ze looked at Shafiq's retreating back and said softly: "It's nothing. You look down on strangers for a day or two."
"Let's go in and talk, Mr. Xing Ze. I'm old and can't stand standing for a long time." Benson didn't show much annoyance at Xing Ze's words.
Xing Ze didn't want to compete with an old man, so he had to step aside and let him walk in.