If yesterday was Xing Ze's unlucky day, then today must have been a turn of events. It didn't take much effort for him to find Professor Snape, who was taking care of his herbs in the greenhouse.
"Don't you think you're a little annoying, Xing Ze." Professor Snape picked up the leaves of an herbal plant and inspected it.
"Why don't you tell me, Professor Snape, that you and Jamie Avery are friends. Not only did you go to school together, but you also 'joined the army' together."
Snape's hand visibly paused, "Does my interpersonal relationship have anything to do with your investigation?"
"Maybe, maybe not. I originally thought that you would tell me more useful information in our last conversation, but unfortunately, no. You kept me going in circles for a while, but I found nothing." Xing Ze drove away.
picked up a fruit fly on Gordigan, "If you had told the truth from the beginning, I wouldn't have to wait until now to question you."
"Forcing me to ask? Were you threatening me just now?"
"It depends on how you define the threat, Professor. I know that the Avery family is related to the disappearance of the Aurors, and I also know that you will not tell me the truth easily. We may disagree and then turn into a quarrel.
Finally, they pulled out their wands and poked each other in the eyes."
Xing Ze paused and glanced at Snape's expression, which was as cloudy as the weather outside. "So, I hope to complete the conversation in a more civilized way. I am going to submit an application to the Ministry of Magic for permission to be proud."
Roche will check your application."
"You dare." Snape growled, and straightened up his bent body, "Dumbledore has given you tolerance, but I have not. If you dare to do that, young man..."
"What will happen to me, professor? Are you going to execute me here and bury me here as fertilizer? Oh, come on, professor, maybe you would do it outside, but this is school, you don't dare
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"Don't try to challenge my patience."
"It is not me who challenges your patience, nor is it me who threatens you, but the Ministry of Magic."
Xing Ze knew clearly that Snape had been listed as a suspect by the Key Hall. Coupled with his previous identity as a Death Eater and his unclear relationship with the Avery family, all signs had pushed him away.
On the cusp of the storm.
I'm afraid that if it weren't for Dumbledore's strong guarantee, Rufus Scrimgeour - the resolute head of the Auror Office - would have taken action against him long ago.
As long as the Auror Office issues a thorough investigation order, it will have a serious impact on Snape, Dumbledore, and even the entire Order of the Phoenix.
Of course, the premise is that Xing Ze has the ability to persuade the Auror Office, but in fact he does not. His identity as a Key Office investigator is useless in the Ministry of Magic. How many people will recognize his identity?
Therefore, he could only bluff and bet that Snape knew very little about him. It seemed that he won the bet.
After a period of silence, Snape spoke up: "When the Avery family was a Death Eater, they would be sent to carry out some secret projects."
"What secret project?"
"I suggest you look up the meaning of the word secret in the dictionary." Even though he was at a disadvantage, Snape's sarcasm remained the same as before, "I think they are still continuing these projects."
"For the return of the mysterious man?"
Xing Ze's words made Snape raise a brow, "They are loyal to the mysterious man. Even if he falls, the Avery family's fanatical loyalty has never diminished."
Xing Ze took out a red candy and asked: "Is this, hallucinogen, one of the mysterious projects?"
"It's possible."
"They are connected to the Gunyou Gang. Is this human trafficking?"
"It's possible."
"Did they do the train attack?"
"It's possible."
That's enough. Xing Ze took a long breath. Although Snape's answer was ambiguous, it was enough to confirm Xing Ze's suspicion.
He walked out of the greenhouse and looked at the gloomy sky. He didn't want to investigate why Snape didn't want to tell the truth. He was so anxious that he jumped at the wall. What's more, the other party was one of the best wizards in the original book. If he pushed too far, he would only lose both sides.
At nine o'clock in the morning, Xing Ze came to the second-hand store. The store owner Corey was sitting in the old armchair in a daze as before.
"Is he still asleep?"
"Yes, it's only nine o'clock, sir."
"Then bring me a bucket of water."
Corey stretched out his plump hand and said, "Old price."
"Damn it." Xing Ze took out eight Knuts from his pocket, "You really deserve to go to hell, Corey."
"That's what they all say."
John was as drunk as a dead pig, and he probably wouldn't wake up even if the world ended, so Xing Ze poured half a bucket of water on him.
"Damn, damn." He woke up from the straw pile. After seeing the person clearly, he raised his middle finger at Xing Ze, "I wish you get dragon pox, foreigner."
"Stop yelling, J, you also know how soundly you sleep."
"What the hell is going on in this world? Is it illegal to sleep?" John wiped his face and lay back on the straw.
"Foreigner, I told you not to come here. Are you deaf? People from the Oil Gang are searching people from house to house. No idiot would choose to join in the fun right now."
"I think they've found me."
After hearing this, John stopped complaining and asked with a stern face: "What happened, boy, what trouble have you caused?"
"Let's talk about you first. Did you find anything? Don't tell me that you just hung out in the bar for two days." Xing Ze didn't intend to reveal his trump card first.
"Hey, don't question my ability." John said, "I asked around, shards, Aurors, and other random things. Anyway, a drunkard said he saw two strangers outside Avery's old house.
people."
"Strangers? Aren't there strangers in this place every day?"
"No, so I gave him some money and asked him to look at the photo, and he confirmed that it was the two Aurors."
"Is it credible?"
"I don't think there's much credibility. You know, those homeless people, as long as you give them a little alcohol or hallucinogens, they can say they've seen Merlin."
"So I guessed it right, you spent two days in the bar." Xing Ze's tone was filled with contempt.
John didn't care about this. He continued: "After interrogating a few people on the street, I called a few thorns and invited them to drink a few drinks. Two of them fell down after drinking. The wine was indeed very strong.
Lie. There is another one, he mentioned Dunn Eric, yes, that potion merchant..."
"Why didn't you say anything?"
John clicked his lips a few times, frowned and said: "Did I just mention wine? Oh, yes, I mentioned it. It would be great if I could have a drink now. Whiskey is the best, and vodka is also good. If not, I will.