St. Mungo's Healer Cracks Murder Case

In a room decorated in cool blue tones to create a cozy atmosphere, three people were frowning.

The only one who didn't notice the strange atmosphere was Ron. "Haha, now you know where my mom and dad went."

"Shut up, Ron!" Ginny and Draco said almost simultaneously.

"What's wrong?" he asked, facing a scolding from his friend and sister.

He was a little confused.

Hmm, could it be related to what Harry just said?

Oh no!

He was just lost in thought and didn't notice!

Thinking of this, Ron rubbed his head in frustration.

"It's nothing, Ron's always like this," Harry waved his hand, then looked at Draco. "What was that interesting news you mentioned earlier?"

"Just turn the page!" Draco said irritably.

He always felt that Harry was too lenient with Ron.

If Ron were a different gender, people who didn't know better would think Ron was Harry's girlfriend!

Harry turned to the next page, and the first thing that caught his eye was a photograph.

In the photo, a therapist who looks like a mother, wearing a gold and silver floral wreath, is holding tweezers and holding a black button.

Beside her, a sallow-faced, gloomy-looking wizard lay on the bed, turning his head as if he wanted to say something.

Harry continued:

The St. Mungo's's Healer Solve a Murder Case

This report was filed by Rita Skeeter Skeeter, a special correspondent for this newspaper.

As mentioned earlier, Melanie Strau, a therapist in the closed ward at St. Mungo's's, was also the one who discovered this news.

However, this time she has an additional identity—an excellent detective.

Broderick Bode Bode is 47 years old and works for the Ministry of Magic.

Before this news broke, everyone thought he had been injured in a work accident a few weeks earlier.

He is a pitiful man who has lost his ability to speak and thinks he is a worthless teapot, and has been abandoned by his family.

But therapist Melanie Strau immediately noticed something was wrong.

This didn't actually surprise her other colleagues.

"Melene is naturally very attentive. Even the most withdrawn patients will regain their vitality under her meticulous care," said Harvey Bonham, the great-grandson of the renowned therapist Mungo Bonham and the current director of St. Mungo's Hospital, who was also the discoverer of this news.

The observant Ms. Strau noticed something was amiss.

A button under Dark Magic was found inside Mr. Bode's pillow.

He also made contact with Maven Jackson, who had visited Mr. Bode a few days earlier.

It must be said that since Madam Bones and Mr. Weasley took office, the Ministry of Magic has changed its previous lazy and conservative ways.

Less than 20 minutes after Ms. Strau reported the anomaly, the Auror surrounded the home of 78-year-old Maven Jackson at 67 Privet Drive London.

"Our sudden attack terrified him."

Before we could say anything, old Jackson admitted everything.

He said it was because he was jealous that Bode was doing a better job than him.

"Besides, he didn't have long to live, so he made this decision against his conscience," said Auror Finney Dax, who eagerly emphasized his name repeatedly.

The accompanying therapist (because when the old Jackson visited Bode before, he looked very old and wore a hearing aid, in order to prevent him from being startled and dying suddenly) did find that the old Jackson had multiple organ failure after examination.

"Even if the Ministry of Magic doesn't arrest him, he won't live more than a month."

Surprisingly, based on the button's effect on Bode. Bode, even if he slept with it for another twenty days or so, he would still die of organ failure. "The accompanying therapist Steven, said in astonishment after examining him."

It's hard to believe that old Jackson was acting out of jealousy; he clearly wanted to die at the same time as Mr. Bode.

There might even be a secret Dumbledore- like relationship between them.

Unfortunately, according to Mr. Bode, who has recovered and returned to normal, he has lost most of his memories of old Jackson.

"Harry, Rita Skeeter is still the same bastard she always was, what kind of Dumbledore relationship is this?"

It's disgusting.

"Why isn't Sirius doing anything about her?" Ron stepped forward, patted Harry on the back, and looked indignant.

"That's not important. Didn't you notice?"

The murderer lived on Privet Drive.

He might be Dumbledore sent to protect me.

But he turned out to be a murderer. Harry was still shaken.

His Uncle Dursley's house was at 4 Privet Drive.

Although number 67 is far from number 4.

But he might have seen that old man named McVein Jackson before.

"This must just be a coincidence," Ron said.

"Dumbledore wouldn't send someone like that to spy on you (hearing 'spy, 'Ron glared at Draco.)"

Ron is right.

It's worth noting that many wizards now live in Muggle communities—for the convenience of Muggle life, access to great television programs, and so on.

"That old man named McVein Jackson must be the same," Draco added.

Ginny's focus was different from everyone else's: "Finnie Dax".

Bill mentioned that he was a scumbag who broke up with his girlfriend as soon as they broke up.

He's also a Ravenclaw.

He and another man named Dick also discovered hunting weapons made from Dolohov's thigh bone and gnawed rat bones.

"I remember this guy too. Dad told Bill to befriend him because he knew a lot of beautiful witches," Ron nodded in agreement.

Harry said Ron wasn't entirely right, "It wasn't a pretty witch. Mr. Weasley's exact words were that he and Dick both had many female relatives of marriageable age."

"Wow! Harry, how do you remember so clearly?" Ginny squinted and instinctively pinched Harry's soft flesh with one hand.

Just like Mrs. Weasley to Mr. Weasley.

Ron, standing to the side, swallowed hard, relieved that Lavender wasn't there.

However, Ginny shattered Ron's relief, "And Ron, I'll mention these things when I write to Lavender and we chat."

"No! Ginny!"

Meanwhile, in the study at Smith Castle.

Kate was also holding the Daily Prophet.

Next to her were Phoebe and Penelope.

Judging from the expressions on their faces, they all seemed to know something about what happened between Kate and Ryan yesterday.

"Have the therapist and the director both forgotten about us?"

"And how come the detective who solved the case is someone else now?" Kate waved the newspaper in her hand in dissatisfaction.

In her view, this was a rare opportunity to experience the life of an ordinary person with Ryan.

Ryan also officially announced his existence to others.

How come they're blaming everyone else for everything they did?

"Didn't I say that the Dean of St. Mungo's's would handle the rest?"

Harvey did a great job. Ryan nodded in satisfaction.