The water flowing across the floor carried white stone powder with it, gathering together and slowly draining into the sewer.
There, a small puddle gurgled softly.
Before the sound of running water faded from the washroom,
Cypher abruptly turned and headed outside.
The door slammed shut behind him. Cypher casually pulled two thick hemp ropes from his belt pouch.
With a tap of his wand, he transfigured them into iron chains.
With a flick of his hand, the chains seemed to possess minds of their own, obediently binding the two doorknobs together.
If anyone tried to break the chains by force, a Blasting Curse and a Cruciatus Curse would give him a proper welcome.
Now, Cypher decided to take a look at Casper Crouch's office. Perhaps he would find clues—or answers—there.
Not long ago, Casper Crouch's office had been moved to the fourth floor.
As a professor, however, he had the right to choose where his office was located. No one could say anything about it.
Standing before the office, Cypher used Mage Hand to control a wooden stick and gently knock on the door.
He did not dare touch anything belonging to the suspect, Casper Crouch, with his own hands now.
Once... twice... three times...
Casper Crouch still did not open the door for him.
Cypher did not believe that a professor would sleep without placing an Alerting Charm on his door, especially after everything that had happened at Hogwarts.
Since you refuse to see me, Professor, then I won't hold back.
Right now, I suspect you've been attacked inside your office. I'm breaking in to save you!
Just as Cypher gathered a large amount of magic in his hand, preparing to use Icy Soul Hammer to smash the door apart,
clear footsteps of leather boots sounded from the