Having said this, everyone's eyes turned to Benson. They needed a reasonable explanation for the murder, the spell failure, and the weather.
The old gentleman coughed slightly and said seriously: "The situation is serious, gentlemen, I think someone placed a magic suppression spell on the train, which caused many spells to fail.
"As for the purpose, I guess it is related to the murder in compartment 4-A. The murderer tried to prevent us from using the tracking spell..."
"Then we can let Bowman break the curse." Another young mechanic interrupted.
Benson glanced at him and said to the tall man: "Shovel, take care of your new guy."
The shovel glared at the young man and said in a deep voice: "Shut up, Cecil, go over there. It's not your turn to give random orders."
The young mechanic shrugged his shoulders and walked aside knowingly.
"Young people nowadays don't know what etiquette is." Benson complained and continued his analysis.
After a brief moment of peace, Cecil turned his attention to Xing Ze, "Hey, Oriental, I haven't seen you before, are you new here?
Xing Ze hid the small jar in his backpack, shook his head and said, "No, I'm just a suspect."
The young mechanic was stunned for a moment, then let out a few chuckles. He leaned towards Xing Ze and whispered: "You are really interesting. It must be very tiring working under that old man."
Seeing that he didn't believe it, Xing Ze didn't explain too much. He chatted with Cecil word by word, hoping that the young man would soon lose interest in him so that he could continue to unlock the secrets in the jar.
However, Cecil's enthusiasm exceeded Xing Ze's expectations. It was not until Benson's analysis was completed and Conductor Balk assigned some tasks to the staff that he left.
It is not difficult to tell where Cecil is from from his thick accent. Welsh people are the most enthusiastic people in Great Britain. This seems to be true, but Xing Ze still thinks that he is too familiar.
On the other side, the conductor shook the cup in his hand and invited Benson: "Would you like a drink? Authentic Scotch whiskey is different from the parallel imports in the bar."
"No, old friend, you know I don't drink during working hours." The old gentleman sat opposite the conductor.
"Your loss, let's get down to business, tell me the truth, Benson."
The old gentleman leaned back slightly so that he could sit more comfortably, "It's a weather spell, Balk. Someone cast a weather spell."
"You must be confused, Benson. No one can create a blizzard of this magnitude, not even Dumbledore."
"I didn't say it was done by one person."
The conductor frowned and tapped the glass with his fingers, "Not a person? But I really can't figure out what the purpose of this is? Is it just to kill one person?"
"This is a premeditated murder." Benson said solemnly, "I went to check the wine counter. The murderer poisoned the bottle of mead, not the cup, so he cannot be the wine delivery boy. So.
There are only a few reasons. He doesn’t have any extra poison, otherwise he could poison us all to death...
"Wait a minute, you said he poisoned the bottle of mead. For Merlin's sake, for the first time, I felt that it was right not to provide alcohol to the students. Then who else drank from the bottle of mead."
"As far as I know, that bottle of mead has only provided two rooms since departure."
Having said this, Benson turned to look at Xing Ze behind him, and the train conductor followed his gaze. It was only now that he noticed another person standing in the room.
This strange young man was playing with a small jar at the moment. He had an ordinary appearance, about 1.78 meters tall, and looked very focused.
"Who is this guy? Could he be a passenger in another room?"
"You guessed it right, Balk."
"He doesn't look like he's been poisoned..."
"I have a special method for detecting poisons." The train conductor was interrupted by Xing Ze, "Use this." There was a yellow talisman in the young man's hand.
After knowing that Alan Hoffman died after drinking mead like him, Xing Ze has been compiling and perfecting the lie of rebirth in his mind. Otherwise, he would be fine after drinking the same mead. This would be too strange.
.
Fortunately, his mother in this world would bring him a stack of yellow talismans every time she came to England. These yellow talismans were similar to magic scrolls. After they were made, they could be used without chanting spells, which was quite convenient.
The yellow talisman in Xing Ze's hand at the moment is just a drying charm, which is often used to dry clothes and bodies, but it should be more than enough to deceive uninformed foreigners.
As expected, the train conductor opened his eyes wide and sighed: "Magical Eastern magic. I heard that you all rely on swords for riding and flying. Oh my god, how painful is that?"
"They are standing on the sword, not sitting on it." Benson explained helplessly, "Balk, let us get back to business."
Xing Ze was not very interested in participating in the discussion between the two. Benson's speculation was similar to his - a premeditated plan.
But what is the enemy's goal?
Harry Potter is still alive and well. It is only a matter of time before the train escapes. Although the wind and snow are raging outside, the power module of the Hogwarts Express can run for several days with low energy consumption. There is nothing to worry about.
.
So instead of racking his brains to figure out the enemy's plan, Xing Ze is more willing to solve the mystery at hand.
There was an ingenious mechanism on the small jar smuggled out from the crime scene. He was curious about what was hidden inside and needed such protection.
Now, Xing Ze has found the key, and it only takes a little more time to solve it.
"Benson, go on."
"The murderer didn't have that much poison, but he knew Alan Hoffman, the deceased, very well. The key is that he also knew the supply information of the drink counter. Only in this way could he poison him accurately and without doubt."
Balk stood up and refilled himself with some wine. He took a sip and said, "So you suspect it's Bowman? Just because he appeared at the drink counter? Well, what did Mrs. Rebecca say? She almost every other
Let’s go to the drinks counter after meeting.”
"She is too obvious, Balk. Besides, if it were her, there would be no need to poison the bottle of wine. Wouldn't it be more appropriate to poison it directly into the cup?"
"Okay, okay." Balk waved his hand angrily, "I don't want to play detective games with you, Benson. Just tell me what the other party wants to do? Trap us? Attack students? Kill people?"
"I'm sorry, old friend." Benson shrugged, "I can't guess what the other party wants to do. But I am certain that Alan Hoffman's death is just the beginning."
"Maybe they are coming for Harry Potter." Xing Ze finally unlocked the mechanism of the jar.