Xing Ze cast an admiring look at him, "You are very smart, Cedric."
"How can I help, sir?"
Xing Ze was waiting for his words. When he was looking through the student files in the morning, he found that Cedric's mother worked in the Cliona Library. This resource must be put to good use.
"I thought your mother worked in the library?"
"Yes, sir, Cliona Library."
"Does she have permission to access the first-level documents?"
Documentation of the atrocities committed by the Death Eaters.
Cedric thought for a while and replied: "She should have this right. However, sir, if you want to check the literature, wouldn't it be better to go directly?"
"Secret investigation, Cedric!" Xing Ze emphasized, but complained in his heart, if I had this right, I wouldn't have to lie to a teenager here.
"I can ask my mother." Cedric was a little embarrassed, "But there is no guarantee that it will be successful."
"Just try your best. Also, do you remember what happened on the train after I got out?"
"What do you mean?"
"Abnormal, suspicious people, anything you feel is wrong, especially those four passengers."
Cedric thought for a while and replied: "I went to the radio room of the train at that time, but I can ask Patsy and other prefects to see what they found."
Xing Ze nodded, although he had no hope for this. The Auror office and the people on the train had all interrogated him. If there was anything discovered, Bishop Andrew had no reason to hide it from him.
After telling Cedric how to contact him, Xing Ze hurried back to his dormitory. He added to his notes and formulated a simple plan.
He now wants to focus on the Auror disappearance case and the investigation of the White Shard, but both of them involve the train attack, so the three things are mixed together, like a pot of chaos.
Judging from the information currently available, the Avery family is the most suspect, after all, the two Aurors disappeared in their territory.
Next came the Oil Gang and The Undertaker. The red candies and weird symbols that appeared many times forced Xing Ze to include them in the list of suspects.
"So, we still have to go to Knockturn Alley." After sorting out his notes, Xing Ze leaned on his chair, mentally calculating the risks of going to Knockturn Alley alone to investigate.
Yes, if J doesn't reply by tomorrow, he can only take the risk of sneaking into Knockturn Alley. After all, time waits for no one, and many clues will disappear over time.
Xing Ze raised his hand and looked at his watch. Seeing that it was still early, he planned to leave for Eric's hiding place in London to have a look.
He arrived at the address written on the piece of paper at three o'clock in the afternoon. It was a small two-story villa located in the suburbs of London, hidden in dense woods, with only a gravel path leading to it.
The rental car driver who took him here was a short, fat middle-aged man. It took him a while to figure out where Xing Ze was going. Along the way, he complained about the traffic, the government, the plague, etc.
“Very few people go to that place now, but it used to be quite lively,” he said. “I remember that the place belonged to a rich man earlier, and there would be parties every now and then, and many drivers would go there. But within a few years,
That person will go bankrupt and have an economic crisis.”
Xing Ze responded word by word. He saw the bustling streets gradually being replaced by endless lawns, then trees, and finally becoming dense forests.
The last ten minutes of the journey required him to walk there. After seeing the villa, Xing Ze blew a whistle and the raven immediately flew to the villa. After confirming that there was nothing unusual, Xing Ze continued to move forward.
Being able to buy such a house in the suburbs of London seems like Eric's potion business is doing well.
Xing Ze cast an Alaho opening spell on the front door, and the door creaked open, and the musty smell caught him off guard.
The house was turned into a mess. It was obvious that the Ministry of Magic and the Church had conducted a thorough investigation. Xing Ze did not expect to find any useful clues here. He just wanted to confirm some things.
The weird room is on the second floor. It is a small bedroom. Both the ceiling and the floor are covered with various symbols. You can even find a few Celtic crosses in it.
Eric really took great pains to avoid the intrusion of dreams. Xing Ze sighed and looked at the bedside.
Coming from the underground, He summoned me from the underground. The words written in blood have turned black, and the symbol is clearly painted on another wall of the room.
But this time, Xing Ze was not led into hallucinations by the symbol. He only felt vaguely uncomfortable and smelled a faint rancid smell.
He heard the blue beak's call and turned his head, only to see it get under the closet in the room, and after a while he found a red candy from it.
Xing Ze went over to pick up the red candy. Eric must have accidentally dropped it and rolled it in.
"Hallucinogens, the Oil Gang, the Everly family." Xing Ze murmured to himself, "The fog has finally cleared a little. It seems that I am heading in the right direction."
The stench lingering in his nose became stronger and stronger. Xing Ze frowned, stood up and looked around. Blue Beak also began to become uneasy.
He determined the direction of the smell, took out his wand and searched for it. The disgusting smell became stronger in the study room on the second floor, and Xing Ze carefully opened the door and walked in.
Then, he saw the picture on the wall, which was clearer, more disturbing and uncomfortable than the one Bishop Andrew had shown him before.
The object in the painting is squatting on the ground, like a pot-bellied toad, and its face still has some characteristics of a bat. Because the painting is made of a tar-like black liquid, Xing Ze cannot clearly see this strange thing.
All the details of the object were revealed, but he was glad that he did not see them clearly.
"Snape never mentioned this." Xing Ze squeezed the wand tightly and said in a deep voice. He could feel his body shaking slightly.
At this moment, footsteps sounded outside the house. After his rebirth, Xing Ze's sense of hearing and smell were strengthened, and there was a snapping sound when his feet stepped on the muddy ground, indicating that the other party was not coming from the front door, but from the backyard.
He reacted quickly and rushed out of the room in a few steps, but what he didn't notice was that the portrait slowly flowed down the wall.
Xing Ze leaned down against the wall and came to the window at the end of the corridor. This semicircular window could clearly see the backyard and the woods not far away. He reached out and carefully opened the curtains and looked out through the gap.
His guess was correct. There were three people walking towards the house from the woods. Xing Ze couldn't tell whether they were wizards or Muggles from their clothes. So, he waited quietly, waiting for the three people to open the back door and walk in.
In the house.
Just when he was about to use apparation to leave here, a long black whip suddenly struck him.