"Impossible!" an Auror cried. "He looks exactly the same as in the photograph!"
Murphy moved a little closer too. "That's right. Alex works at Supreme Potion and is my employee. I know his face very well. This man really does look like him. Practically identical..."
Of course he was identical. That face had been carved and repaired countless times, almost a one-to-one replica of Alex's appearance.
Isaac had a square face, while Alex had a round one. To make the contours match, they had shaved bone, regrown bone, shaved it again, regrown it again, shaved it again... After three full rounds of torment, they finally replicated the same face shape as Alex's.
It had to be said that when it came to plastic surgery, Researcher Nicholas truly possessed something of a craftsman's spirit.
Isaac, however, had suffered terribly. Bone shaving, liposuction, broken legs, skin grafts... Although he had been anesthetized during the operations, watching himself be forcibly transformed into another person had still inflicted indelible psychological trauma on Isaac.
But Murphy did not sympathize with him in the slightest. For the evil this man had committed, even the pain Murphy had caused him multiplied a hundred times over would not be enough to repay the debt.
"When did Alex pass through the fireplace?" Kingsley asked Davis.
"Today, not long ago. A-about around sixteen hundred," Davis answered nervously as Kingsley pressed closer.
"Chief, wasn't that right when we were getting ready to make the arrest?" an Auror said. "How could it be that much of a coincidence?!"
"It can't be that much of a coincidence!" Kingsley said.
"Exactly, it can't be that much of a coincidence!" Murphy said as well, looking at Kingsley. "What game are you people playing?"
Kingsley ignored Murphy. The vague unease in his heart had now become