After leaving the cold gates of Selwyn Manor, Scrimgeour dropped his disguise and returned to the Lein Hotel in London.
Days of investigation had not been in vain. Aiden Selwyn had officially been listed as the prime suspect.
Vincent's findings finally allowed Hunter's constantly tense nerves to relax.
Half-jokingly, he patted Vincent on the chest. "You infiltrated the place for so long without causing any major trouble. You've improved!"
"Heh..." Vincent returned a polite smile. "How are things on your end? Did you find anyone suspicious?"
Hunter shook his head. "No, but London's crime rate has actually gone down these past few days."
Normally, it should have risen with Christmas approaching. Combined with the influx of tourists hoping to see the fire dragons, it could only be said that London's criminals had sharp instincts—they had sensed the danger lurking behind this bustling metropolis.
Yet there was still a long road ahead before that danger could be completely eliminated.
Aiden Selwyn had vanished from the Wizarding World for three years. The lack of new victims for so long proved that he was highly cautious, and he might disappear again because of this.
But as long as he remained uncaptured, London would remain under his shadow.
Therefore, no clue related to him could be overlooked.
The investigation, both overt and covert, was underway at full speed. Vincent, however, had turned his attention to the accident from three years ago, even though it would not be much help in the search.
Using the authority he had gained through Scrimgeour's identity and his confrontation with Fudge, he began systematically reviewing the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes' files.
He focused on abnormal incidents, hoping to find the official record of that accident.
Meanwhile, in his capacity as a special consultant to the British Intelligence