"If it were the president, he'd definitely be interested in researching this..."
Lupin suddenly thought.
"What are you spacing out for?"
The sudden question made Lupin jolt. He quickly looked toward the voice, then let out a sigh of relief.
It was Kingsley.
Dressed in an extremely avant-garde hip-hop outfit, Kingsley walked over listlessly, dark bags under his eyes and exhaustion written all over his face.
"Didn't sleep well last night? You look like you're about to drop dead."
"If I don't get out of this godforsaken place soon, even if I don't drop dead, I'll go mad and kill myself." Complaining as he came to Lupin's side, Kingsley summoned some water and washed his face. With a sigh, he said, "Whew—feel alive again. You have no idea, my tent's full of Black people. The smell when I woke up this morning was just..."
Lupin cut off his lament. "White people aren't any better. Please don't make me remember that scene again."
Kingsley shrugged and asked, "Did you find anything yesterday?"
He was asking about their investigation into Third Salem.
Lupin shook his head. "Not a single clue. We've been here three days, and I still don't even know where to start. These Muggles—"
As he spoke, a string of strange howls came from the woods near the riverbank, growing closer and closer.
"Oh~ oh~ oh~~~~~~~~"
The two turned their heads and saw bushes at the edge of the woods part. A naked, pale, fat man came charging out with bizarre cries, sprinted past them, and plunged into the river.
Two seconds later, he sank beneath the water...
The two exchanged a glance. "Sigh!"
There was no need to think about it. Another idiot who'd gotten high, overheated, instinctively wanted to cool down, but was so out of it he