"Yes, I went to a friend to confirm the werewolf hair. In addition, there are traces of fighting in the room. Although it has been repaired by magic, if you look carefully, you can still..."
Probably noticing the look in Xing Ze's eyes, Tonks smiled and said, "Don't look at me like that. I know you are thinking why I found the clues that even the Aurors couldn't find."
Xing Ze looked away awkwardly.
"Those intruders should have used more treats on the toilet."
"I don't quite understand."
"They fixed the toilet, but the seat was leaking."
"Ah, I understand." Xing Ze smiled slightly, "Aurors probably won't pay attention to a toilet seat. So someone has been to the hotel room before you arrived."
"Yes, there are still two groups of people, but I don't know what they took away from the room."
“Have you asked the hotel staff?”
Tonks shrugged, "No one noticed this. They probably used silencing and concealing charms."
Is this another dead end? Xing Ze said in his heart.
"Then have you heard of the Underground King?"
"Ah, you're talking about that." Tonks sat upright, "When we tortured Charlie, he mentioned it, and it was all nonsense. Shacklebolt thought the Underground King should refer to Waxy Face. You know those gangsters
Like, the King of Hell, the Angel of Death, and the like.”
Xing Ze originally wanted Tonks to see the weird symbol, but he gave up the idea after hearing what she said.
At this point, he had his own idea, which was very different from the conclusion reached by the Aurors, and he did not intend to get too entangled in it.
"Thank you, Tonks." Xing Ze put away his notes, "Keep in touch."
"Do you have any next plans?" Tonks asked hurriedly when she saw the two of them were about to leave.
"It's not clear yet whether this clue can be followed up, but I have to at least give it a try. Don't worry, I will contact you as soon as I have any news."
Tonks was still hesitant, so John sighed and persuaded: "We are not politicians, kid, it's not us you should be wary of."
These words probably made Tonks understand. She nodded and said, "I wish you all the best."
"the same as you."
When they walked out of the cafe, there was light rain in the sky, and an owl flew to Tonks, bringing a letter.
The girl opened it, looked at it, took a deep breath, sadness overflowed from her eyes, "They found Sage and Alvin."
Xing Ze and John stopped and turned to look at her, "Those two corpses are those two corpses. The therapist, the therapist sewed them up."
Xing Ze remembered the two dissected corpses. In addition to their bodies, their brains had also been taken out, probably for some kind of research.
"It's really fucked." John turned around and looked at the sky.
…
Isido compared the necklace carefully, during which time he wiped his reading glasses. Neither the incident at the Colosseum nor the attack on the Oil Gang had spread in Knockturn Alley.
Xing Ze has never doubted the Ministry of Magic's ability to block information. In any case, this is very beneficial to their investigation.
"Hey, old guy, you've been looking at it for almost five minutes." John couldn't help but urge, "I promise you, I took this necklace off that girl's neck."
"So, where is she?" Isidore handed the necklace to the owl at hand, "My employer wants you to find something other than a necklace. You want to see her dead body, and you want to see her alive."
John slammed the table, and the owl flew up, "Damn it, Isidor. Do you know how much effort it took us to find this necklace? Damn it, you should really come with us."
Xing Ze was scribbling in his notebook. He stopped writing and advised John: "Calm down, uncle, and be a civilized person. Isido only cares about the results, he doesn't care about the process."
"Aha, I like you more and more, young man." The old man instructed the owl to fly out of the store, "But it's not me who has the final say in the outcome, it's the employer. Just wait for the news, big dog, stop barking.
.”
John grunted dissatisfiedly and sat down on the old armchair, "How long does it take?"
"It won't be long before he's on this street." Isidore took out a bottle of wine and threw it to John, "This thing may help you calm down."
John took the drink and took a look at it, and said disgustedly: "Liqueur? Damn it, old guy, this is for women and sissies."
"You can give it back to me."
"It's better than nothing." John unscrewed the bottle and drank.
The owl received a reply soon. Isidor smiled at the note and said, "It seems you are in good luck. Your employer has approved it."
After that, he took out a small bag from his arms and placed it at the front desk, "This is your reward, one hundred and fifty galleons."
"It seems that our employer is a generous man." John reached out to take the money, but Isido pulled the money bag towards him.
"Wait, big dog. Don't forget the rules." The old man opened the bag, counted out seventy-five Galleons and put it into his small drawer.
"Hey, old guy, are you asking for too much?" John frowned, "Isn't the agency fee only 30%?"
"There is also the consulting fee. Do you still want to know about Eric?"
Hearing what he said, Xing Ze raised his head again. The old man cleared his throat and whispered: "As far as I know, Eric has a partner in Knockturn Alley. His name is Bill, and he opened a restaurant on Granning Street.
It’s a candy shop with a very obvious sign.”
When Isido stopped talking, John shouted in disbelief: "That's it?"
His words reminded the old man of something again, and he added: "Oh, by the way, Bill disappeared half a month ago. Let me tell you, they deserve it. People who disrupt the market never have good results."
"Damn it!" John yelled, "You cost me thirty Galleons for this piece of information, and almost cost us both our lives. If it weren't for our old friendship, I would have demolished your shop, old guy!
"
"Business is business." Isidore pushed the money bag to John, "I have advised you before that those two losers are not worth it, but you never listened to me."
Xing Ze put away the notebook, thanked him, picked up the angry John and walked out.
Isido stopped him and suggested: "Young man, if you want to share the news about the Gunyou Gang with me, I can give you a good price."
"Maybe next time." Xing Ze smiled coldly and walked out of the antique shop.
John threw the empty wine bottle into a garbage dump not far away, alerting several stray cats looking for food.
"What next?" he asked, "Would you like to visit Sweet Home? Maybe we can get some sleep."
The rain started to get heavier. Xing Ze thought for a while and said, "Let's go to the candy store first."
"Okay, okay, you're the boss, but my bottle is empty, maybe we can have a drink at Donnie's bar, oh no, two drinks."