Finding a Clue, Absurd Roger

"A perfectly executed Cutting Curse."

Professor Flitwick crouched on the floor, reaching out to touch the broken remains of the lock on the wooden trunk.

"Although the magical object that destroyed the Flying Broomstick is difficult to trace," he withdrew his hand, "fortunately, there is a clear clue left behind here."

He turned his head to ask Roger, "Did you cast an Anti-Alohomora Charm on the trunk?"

Roger nodded, "Yes, I added it as a habit while I was practicing the spell."

Captain Bruce, who was even taller than Roger, was standing to the side, leaning over to look at the trunk. Hearing this, he couldn't help but say, "Your protective measures for the broomstick are much more rigorous than mine, Roger."

"But clearly, it was of no use. Although I didn't cast this spell specifically for that purpose." Roger's expression was helpless.

"I just want to know how you fell for it, Roger." Bruce looked back at the broken lock on the trunk, "Didn't you notice your trunk had been tampered with when you took out your equipment?"

"No, I suppose I was in too much of a hurry." Roger said with some annoyance, "When I was putting away my books, I opened the trunk with a spell and used a Summoning Charm to call for my broomstick and gear."

Bruce said to Roger with dissatisfaction, "So, such a clumsy crime succeeded only because of your carelessness."

"You didn't cast this spell on the dormitory door." At this moment, Professor Flitwick looked back at the intact dormitory door.

"Oh, yes, we thought the dormitory was very safe." Eddie couldn't help but reply, "You know, this is the territory of Ravenclaw House..."

Milton reached out and nudged Eddie, signaling him to stop talking.

Professor Flitwick's face turned somewhat grim, "That is correct. It has always been safe here, and it has never been intruded upon by outsiders."

He said with some sadness, "I didn't expect such a thing to happen now. What will the professors and students of other houses think of us?"

Seeing Professor Flitwick's sad appearance, Eddie immediately began to apologize in a panic, "I'm sorry, Professor, I... I meant..."

"No, you didn't say anything wrong, Mr. Carmichael." Professor Flitwick shook his head.

He raised his eyes to look at Scott.

"Scott, come and take a look." He said, "There is still some magic residue here, left by that Cutting Curse."

He stood up and straightened his robes, "This magic is too faint. If it were me, I would need some troublesome steps to confirm who left this spell, perhaps even requiring a test for all the students."

Speaking of this, he shook his head, not approving of such a method.

"We cannot treat all students as suspects."

He said to Scott, "If it were you, Scott, I believe you could directly determine exactly who it was from this residual magic."

Scott nodded silently. He could indeed determine it, or rather, he already knew the answer.

But he still crouched down to begin sensing it at close range.

At this moment, Bruce asked with extreme shock, "Professor! Do you mean that Scott's perception of magic is actually stronger than yours?"

Scott's three roommates were all astonished.

They certainly knew that Scott had the ability to perceive magic, but they never knew that this ability of his would surpass Professor Flitwick.

One had to know that there were rumors outside that Professor Flitwick possessed a bit of goblin blood, but all Ravenclaw students knew this was true.

Because Professor Flitwick never shied away from this point; he even took the initiative to tell students about it.

It should be known that goblins are magical creatures very sensitive to magic, which is also why they are exceptionally skilled at crafting magical objects.

And Professor Flitwick not only possessed goblin blood but was also a powerful Charms master himself.

It is conceivable how incredible it was that Scott's perception of magic surpassed Professor Flitwick's.

"Yes, Scott can do it! Although I didn't tell the students in such detail when Scott gave me that painting."

Professor Flitwick never skimped on praising his students.

"I only said that Scott had achieved what most adult wizards could not. I didn't want the students to lose confidence because of this."

"Then aren't you afraid that we will lose confidence now?" Eddie couldn't help but mutter again.

"I know you won't, I understand you." Professor Flitwick finally smiled, "You are all good friends of Scott, aren't you? I think you will be happy for him."

Just then, Scott stood up and turned around.

"Oh, yes! We are certainly good friends, we will only be proud of him!" Eddie said hurriedly.

The others all laughed.

Although he had already known the answer, Scott had still checked for quite a while just now.

He said to Professor Flitwick, "Professor, I think I have confirmed who the other party is."

After saying this, he couldn't help but cast a strange look at Roger.

Roger felt a chill from that look, and he asked tentatively, "Who is it?"

"Who is it?" Bruce also asked.

He was very concerned about this incident that had nearly harmed his player.

Scott did not speak, but walked to the bookshelf by Roger's bed and took down a transparent Divination Crystal Ball.

"I remember, this crystal ball was a gift from Miss Turpin to you, right?" He toyed with the Divination Crystal Ball, smiling teasingly.

Upon hearing this, Roger's expression immediately became very colorful.

"It's second-year Lisa Turpin." Eddie whispered to the bewildered Flitwick, looking as if he were holding back laughter, "Roger's ex, ex, ex-girlfriend."

At this, Bruce, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but snicker, and Roger covered his face with his hands.

"Mr. Davis!" Flitwick immediately shrieked at Roger, "I recall Miss Turpin enrolled last year; she is only twelve years old this year!"

"Oh, Miss Turpin was only eleven when they were dating last year," Eddie added, twisting the knife.

"This is preposterous!" Flitwick was clearly even angrier now.

"No, Professor, I didn't do anything," Roger hurriedly defended himself, "She's still just a little girl; I was just playing a game of romance with her."

Flitwick asked irritably, "What else did you want to do!"

"No, I didn't want to do anything," Roger shook his head frantically.

Scott and the others all looked at him with disdain.

"No! You all know!" Roger looked at them desperately, "Scott! Milton! Eddie! You know the truth! I'm not that kind of person!"

The three of them couldn't help but chuckle.

"What exactly is going on?" Flitwick continued to glare at Roger.

"I'll explain! I can explain!" Roger said loudly.

"Very well, I shall sit here and listen to your explanation, Mr. Davis." Flitwick stepped onto Roger's trunk, turned around, and sat on his bed to watch him.

Although Scott and the others knew the whole story, none of them spoke up to explain for him.

The three of them, along with Bruce, sat down on the other beds, waiting leisurely for Roger's explanation.

Scott even heard Bruce mutter under his breath, "Regardless, at least we'll get to hear a fascinating story."

Roger swallowed hard and began to recount the story of how he "dated" an eleven-year-old girl last year.

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