Scott lives on the third floor of an apartment building, in the penultimate room at the end of the corridor. The door number has long since fallen off due to age.
The administrator came forward and knocked on the door and asked: "Mr. Scott, a police detective is here to see you."
No response.
Ellie looked at the administrator confused and motioned for her to try again.
"Oh, he's always like this." The administrator sighed, knocking on the door again and asking.
Still no response.
The eldest lady couldn't help but ask: "He went out?"
"Impossible, I saw him coming downstairs this morning." The administrator said with certainty, "He must be drunk. This happens not once or twice. I suggest you come back and have a look in the afternoon. If there is any
If you have anything to say, I can convey it to you."
Ellie would not leave like this. She continued to ask: "Is there a phone in his room?"
"Yes, there is one. But I don't know if he paid."
"Why don't you go downstairs and try. If no one answers the phone, I'll come back in the afternoon."
The manager was very reluctant. Although Scott had a weird personality, he was also a long-time tenant here. In addition, the old man had a very bad temper. He often complained to the owner of the apartment. She didn't want to bring trouble to the apartment because of this.
The owner of the building.
Seeing that the administrator did not move, Ellie said with a straight face: "Okay, I see that you are in trouble. But you have to understand, Ms. Administrator, I can ask my colleagues to contact the owner of this apartment directly and ask him to come in person.
This is the call.
"Let me tell you, your boss won't be in a good mood if he receives a call like this so early in the morning. So, should you make the call, or should I make the call?"
"I'll go, I'll go." The administrator quickly walked downstairs.
After she disappeared around the corner of the stairs, Ellie took out her wand and cast a spell on the door. The door opened automatically and she walked in in a flash.
Every corner of the house is filled with newspapers, books and various magazines. There is only a trail left for people to walk, and a figure is busy in the kitchen. Judging from the gray hair, he should be Scott.
Ellie coughed lightly, and the sound caught the old man's attention. He turned around nervously and saw that the half-beaten egg in his hand was slowly dripping down the cracks in the eggshell.
"Oh, damn!" he cursed, and hurriedly took a bowl and put the eggs in it. "If you want money, you've come to the wrong place."
"Do you think I'm a thief?"
A slight smile flashed across Scott's face, "Although I am old, I am not confused yet. I have three locks on the door at the other end, and even the administrator can't open it. But now, you are standing in the doorway of my house
Apart from thieves, I really can't think of another possibility in the living room."
"Nix, Scotland Yard."
Ellie's self-introduction made the old man raise his eyebrows. He wiped his hands with a napkin and said, "From Scotland Yard? When did the police have such great lock-picking skills? Did they learn it from habitual thieves?"
Ellie's eyes haven't stopped since she entered. The walls of the room are covered with various photos and briefings. From a rough look, there are at least five clue walls here.
"I just knocked on the door, but you pretended you weren't home."
"As you can see, I'm getting older." The old man pointed to his ears and said, "My ears don't work very well, and sometimes I become quite deaf.
"Miss, uh, I mean the police officer. I suggest you leave now, otherwise I will file a complaint against you for trespassing. Also, you'd better show me your police officer ID before you leave, because pretending to be a police officer is also
Felony."
Ellie ignored the old man's nagging. She was attracted by the content of a clue wall and walked straight there.
"Hey, hey hey, ma'am. Did you hear me? For God's sake..."
"Wizards? Where did you get this information?" Ellie pointed to a photo on the clue wall. It was the Leaky Cauldron, and around the photo were some wizarding rumors circulating in the Muggle world.
.
"It's none of your business, seriously, ma'am. You'd better leave before I lose my temper."
At this moment, the administrator hurriedly walked into the house. After seeing Ellie, he couldn't help shouting: "God, how did you...Mr. Scott, could you open the door?"
"Of course not, you stupid woman." The old man finally got angry, "How could you let a stranger enter the apartment like this? I'm going to file a complaint against you."
"She is a police detective, sir." The administrator explained helplessly.
"Have you verified her ID?"
"certainly!"
"The document may be fake. What do I usually say? The British government cannot be trusted. They have long been controlled by witches, devils and unknown creatures. You must know how to distinguish. This is why I give you the silver sword and
The reason for the holy water.”
The administrator waved his hands, as if he didn't want to argue on this topic.
"You have nothing to say, woman? You'd better know your responsibilities. One mistake can lead to the death of the entire apartment."
"I told you, detective." The administrator moved his eyes to Ellie, "He is a weird old man. I think you have seen it too..."
"What do you mean by a weird old man? You are simply unreasonable, idiot. I will definitely file a complaint against you."
"Detective, let's go out temporarily." The administrator pleaded tiredly.
Ellie nodded, she muttered a spell in a low voice, and the wand appeared in her hand. After the spell was completed, the administrator fell to the ground like a puddle of mud. The single sofa in the living room broke through the obstacles of many books and caught the unconscious person in time.
Poor woman.
Then, the eldest lady waved her hand, and the door slammed shut.
Scott was completely stunned, but the sound of the door closing brought him back from the shock, and he shouted excitedly: "I knew it, I knew you must exist. You dirty, timid and... woo hoo
Woo?"
He couldn't finish what he said because his mouth was completely closed, as if someone had glued his lips together with 502.
The eldest lady sat down on a stack of magazines. She put away her wand and said, "Calm down, old man. Yes, I am the wizard you have been looking for."
Scott tried to pull his mouth away with his hands, but decisively gave up the idea after trying. He pointed at his mouth and made a dissatisfied sound.
"If you can talk to me calmly, I will let you speak. If not, then you just need to nod when I talk next."
"Woooooooo..."
"I don't understand. Does this mean you agree to have a calm conversation?"
The old man nodded quickly.
"Okay." Ellie waved her hand and removed the spell on Scott's mouth.
"Huh-you...are you here to erase my memory and this evidence?"
Facing the old man's question, the eldest lady laughed, shook her head and said: "Of course not, I am very interested in some of your investigations, such as that one." She stretched out her finger and pointed to a wall of clues, on which there was a title.