After sending the letter, Lin Ze turned around and went to the morgue.
The person in charge was an old wizard with gray hair. Seeing Lin Ze showing his ID, he slowly led him inside.
"The one that was delivered this morning has undergone preliminary inspection." The old man pushed open an iron door.
The cold air hit my face, carrying a pungent smell of antiseptic potion.
Rosier's body was covered under a piece of white cloth, with only a shriveled face exposed.
Lin Ze walked closer and looked around carefully. It was exactly the same as the death of several wizards who had their magic power and blood drained before.
He lifted up a corner of the white cloth and noticed that there was a very thin, unnatural dent on the wrist of the deceased, as if something had strangled him.
This is a trace that has never been found on the body of a wizard who died before.
He calmly covered the white cloth back, thanked the old man, turned around and left.
In the afternoon, Lin Ze received a reply from Dumbledore.
He opened the letter and scanned it twice, his expression gradually becoming subtle.
The meaning of Dumbledore is very clear:
The core of Lingchang Murakami's set of evil spells is "Soul Control". Imprisoning spirits and driving the resentment of the dead is nothing like draining the blood of wizards of magic power.
Moreover, this guy just blew himself up into fireworks all over the sky, so don't think of coming out to act like a monster again anytime soon.
Co-author: The three of you received a severe beating in vain that night?
Lingchang Murakami This old boy is indeed quite unlucky.
After being a stinky sewer rat for thousands of years, he was bumped into by the three of himself because of others, and finally Dumbledore was pushed to the ground and exploded into fireworks.
Lin Ze leaned back on the chair, stared at the ceiling for three seconds, and then sat up straight.
No.
Lingchang Murakami is not the real murderer, but since he is entrenched near Knockturn Alley, he must be related to the thing that sucks the wizard's magic power in the dark.
Otherwise, how could he appear there so coincidentally at that time and place?
Last night, Evan·Rosier died, using the same method.
The strangulation marks on the wrists are new clues, which means that the deceased may have been imprisoned before his death.
Wait...
Imprisoned?
Lin Ze's pen tip stops on the paper.
If all the people who were drained of their magic power are dead, are there any survivors among the missing wizards?
Or... are they being held captive somewhere?
Lin Ze immediately asked people to check the whereabouts of Evan·Rosier before his death.
Arthur and Ben ran around all afternoon and brought back very limited news.
"Rosier has been hiding in an old apartment south of Diagon Alley in recent months. He rarely goes out and has no contact with anyone." Arthur came back from Diagon Alley after a long journey and brought this news.
"According to the manager of the apartment building, he suddenly saw him running out of the building last night. No one knew what he was doing. When he was found again, he was already lying behind Knockturn Alley."
Such a short time...
Why does the other party have signs of being restrained on his hands...
Or rather...
Are they not signs of being restrained at all?
Lin Ze got up and found old Carl who was studying alchemical items in the partition of his desk.
"Is there an alchemical product that can absorb a wizard's magic power and blood while leaving a very small mark on the wizard's body? As thin as... a hair?"
"Small strangulation marks?" Carl touched his chin and fell into deep thought.
Then he squatted down and dug out a palm-sized iron box from the pile of bottles and cans he placed under his desk.
"You take a look at this first."
The iron box was opened, and inside lay a silver ring as thick as a thumb. The inside of the ring was covered with barbs as thin as hair, and a dense circle of runes was engraved on the surface.
"This is..." Lin Ze leaned over.
"Blood Leech Ring." Carl picked up the silver ring with two fingers and shook it against the light.
"A long time ago, dark wizards were particularly fond of small gadgets used to torture people. They were put on the fingers or wrists. It would shrink on its own, the barbs would pierce the flesh, and slowly suck the blood and magic power of the wearer."
"It's just that... this thing sucks very slowly, and it often takes several days for the person who is hooked to be sucked dry."
Lin Ze looked at the barbs on the inside of the circle and frowned.
This is not the same as the mark on Rosier's wrist.
The mark was so thin that it was almost invisible, and there was no obvious barb wound.
"Is there any one that can smoke faster?"
"That depends on your definition of fast." Carl threw the Blood Leech Ring back into the box and leaned back on the chair.
"Is there any alchemy product... that can be absorbed in about an hour?"
Carl scratched his head. "If you are pursuing speed, why not just wipe the neck and bleed it? Why go to all the trouble of using alchemy equipment?"
"That's right."
Lin Ze rubbed his chin, "If you simply want to kill someone, there are many easier ways. But the fact that the murderer chose to use such troublesome means shows that he wants to get something from these wizards."
"Magic."
"There is still blood." Carl said.
"The magic and blood of these wizards have been drained. Rather than a simple murder, it is more like he is collecting what he needs."
"Collect..." Lin Ze chewed the word.
What is needed to collect both the wizard's blood and magic?
"Sir Carl... Do you know of any magic rituals that require a lot of blood and magic power?" Lin Ze asked.
"A long time ago, the dark wizard sect liked to sacrifice Muggle or wizards in exchange for stronger power."
"Some people even use wizard's blood to water some special magical plants, but... I don't know the specific things..."
Lin Ze nodded.
"Okay, I'll go find someone and ask."
He returned behind his curtain and took out the black-covered diary from his arms.
"Tom, come out and ask you something," Lin Ze wrote.
Lin Ze held the quill and waited for the writing on the diary to slowly appear.
After a while, the familiar line of neat handwriting seeped out from the paper.
"Say"
"Do you know that there are some evil rituals that require draining a large amount of wizards' blood and magic power at the same time to complete?"
The diary was silent for a long time.
Lin Ze didn't rush, he just sat there quietly waiting for Riddle's reply.
"There are many, but most of them are stupid attempts, where blood provides life force and magic provides strength, and both are withdrawn at the same time, usually to "feed" something."
"Feeding?"
"It may be some kind of creation or dark creature, or it may be a soul on the verge of collapse. It depends on what you are facing."
Lin Ze stared at this line of words and suddenly felt a little chill on the back of his neck.
"What about?"
"For example, certain cursed alchemical items require regular feeding."
"For example, a certain parasitic type of black Magical Creatures needs nutrients other than the host."
"Another example is a wizard who has lost his body and needs to use the life and magic of others to reshape his body."
Lin Ze's pupils shrank.
Tom's words made him think of Voldemort instantly.
But he quickly dismissed the idea.
The most ideal way to resurrect Voldemort is to find Philosopher's Stone of Nicolas Flamel, thereby gaining the power of immortality and an immortal body.
Now he has not experienced the despair of being repeatedly ruined by Harry Potter, so he should not be so low-minded as to directly use the blood and magic power of other wizards to resurrect himself.
Even the Riddle diary in front of me would not easily choose to be resurrected in this way.