White Bridge Inn 2

Wade flipped through the clothes a couple of times and saw that even the things at the bottom of the trunk had been gone through.

They checked it thoroughly enough, and even restored everything perfectly on the surface.

Wade thought, If I really had Wardrobe Space with me, could it still have returned to my hands "completely intact" like this?

"Everything has been checked. No listening devices, no curses, and no Magical Items planted."

Lupin said this as he came out of the bathroom. He had been responsible for inspecting the room.

"Are you sure?" Moody asked uneasily. "Make sure there isn't even an extra scrap of paper."

"Yes, I'm sure," Lupin said patiently.

But Moody still held his Wand and searched the hotel room inside and out, even checking beyond the windows.

Lupin sighed. "If it were me, the moment I knew Alastor Moody was among the visitors, I definitely wouldn't tamper with anything in the room."

"If I thought the way you do, I wouldn't have lived to this day!"

Moody's muffled voice came from nearby—he had stuck his head into the wardrobe to inspect it, then climbed entirely inside and shut the doors to check again. Finally, he even examined the shoe cabinet beneath it.

Seeing this, Lupin felt ashamed of his own inadequacy and could only admit that his inspection had not been thorough enough.

Then he saw Wade's fingertips brush over the clothes in the trunk. Wade's brows furrowed slightly as he fell into thought, and Lupin could not help asking:

"What is it? Is there something wrong with your luggage?"

"Hmph!" Moody said as he lifted the mattress to look underneath. "Someone must have gone through all his things!"

"They went through it?"

Lupin's expression turned cold. He crouched down beside the trunk as