Lin Ze squatted next to the corpse and stared at the dimmed Blood Leech Ring for a long time.
"This woman... is dead?" Arthur stood behind him, his voice a little tight.
"Totally dead." Lin Ze poked her wrist with the wand. The thin ring fell off the skin and rolled half a circle on the ground, making a "ding" sound.
He picked it up, wrapped it in a handkerchief and stuffed it into his pocket.
"Let's go, go back first."
Arthur nodded, and the two of them lifted the body with "Levitation Charm" and left the culvert one after the other.
Lin Ze handed the body to the person in charge of the autopsy at the ministry and returned to his office.
Returning to his desk, he leaned down in his chair, took out the leather-bound notebook he had received from his old house, and opened it by the light of the desk lamp.
The book is very old, the leather on the cover is frayed, and there are many fallen pages inside.
He turned over the pages one by one. There was no text on the first dozen pages, but a string of dates densely written in Arabic numerals.
Until you turn to the middle, there are some writings.
"Thirty-first attempt, failed"
"Their blood is so dirty"
"Perhaps, we need to find those Pure-blood. The stronger the magic, the better."
"Agta has recently been eyeing Pure-blood named Evan. Yesterday, Agta's people blocked him at the alley."
"As long as the ancestors are resurrected, we will no longer be mortals. We no longer need to be afraid of those monsters with small wooden sticks."
"Our blood hasn't dried yet."
"We will eventually return to the throne of night."
Lin Ze I read page after page, and the more I read, the more frightened I became.
Are these a bunch of lunatics?
"My brain was dumbfounded by the blisters in Black Lake." Lin Ze closed the book and rubbed his eyebrows.
Judging from the wording in the notes, these people were not wizards.
They called wizards "monsters with sticks", with a tone of hate and fear, like Muggle.
A group of Muggle, want to resurrect a dark creature?
Darkthrone?
What kind of creature could sit on the Dark Throne?
A vampire?
Judging from the time in the book, it seems to have nothing to do with the vampire I met in Brazil.
Lin Ze threw the notebook on the table, leaned back, and the chair legs made a scream.
A group of Muggle...
Can it still turn the world upside down?
Um...
Well...
It seems that the person who causes the most trouble is Muggle...
Lin Ze flipped through the notebook again, and the last few pages were torn out.
He put the notebook in the drawer and locked it, then turned to look out the window. It was already dark.
Lin Ze took a sip of the cold coffee, picked up his coat and went out.
He went to Leaky Cauldron first.
Old Tom was pouring Firewhisky to a drunken wizard. When he saw him come in, he raised his eyebrows.
"Why did you come to this point? Another case investigation?"
"Come to inquire about something." Lin Ze sat down at the bar and ordered a cup of Butterbeer.
"Tom, you have been in London for so many years and you have met a lot of people. Have you ever heard of a group of people... who particularly hate wizards?"
Old Tom paused and looked up at him.
"There are so many Muggles who hate wizards. Especially in the past few years when the Dark Lord was causing trouble, many Muggles died. Some Muggle family members wanted to eat us alive after knowing the truth."
"I'm talking about a group of Muggle who get together, the organized kind."
Old Tom frowned, thought for a while and then shook his head, "Leaky Cauldron has a shielding spell on Muggle, so except for the Muggle parents of the Hogwarts little wizard, no other Muggle can come in."
Lin Ze sat at Leaky Cauldron for more than half an hour. In addition to Old Tom, he also caught two old wizards who often come here to drink and asked them for a long time. In the end, they couldn't answer any questions.
"Muggle's cult? You asked in the wrong place." A thin old man with a red face said with wine burps.
"I suggest you go to Muggle's church and ask. They should have some knowledge about those Muggle cults, but... how did you, Auror, start to care about Muggle's affairs? Shouldn't that be what the Muggle police should be concerned about?"
Lin Ze shook his head, turned around, put down two Sickle on the bar, and walked out of the bar.
He stood at the entrance of Diagon Alley, and the cold wind poured into his collar, making him sober up a little.
"Muggle church?" Lin Ze wrapped his coat tightly and stood in the wind outside Diagon Alley's mouth and thought about it for a while.
In his previous life, he didn't even know which way the church door opened, let alone a wizard who wanted to ask the priest about cults in this life.
Isn't this nonsense?
"Forget it, go back to sleep first."
Lin Ze yawned and walked towards his small loft in the cold wind.
When he reached the alley, he stopped again.
Under the dim streetlight, a torn-off notice was posted next to a mailbox.
It says in crooked English:
"Do you feel lonely? Have you been abandoned by this world? Join us and the night will embrace you."
Below is a series of numbers that have been blurred by the rain and can no longer be seen clearly.
Lin Ze stared at the half of the notice, took out his wand, pointed at the notice and cast "Reparo".
The missing parts of the paper grew back as if it had been turned upside down.
The number is complete, and there is a small pattern drawn next to it, like a pair of open bat wings.
"No creativity." Lin Ze wrote down the number, and then "Blasting Curse" blew the notice into powder.
Subsequently, Lin Ze went to Poison Dragon Bar.
Mr. K is taking a nap behind the bar with his chin propped up, with half a glass of overnight Firewhisky in front of him.
Lin Ze pulled up the high stool, sat down, and knocked on the bar.
"Wake up, it's business."
Mr. K raised his eyelids, glanced at Lin Ze, and then lay back down.
"After get off work, we won't accept customers."
Lin Ze took out two Galleon from his pocket and bounced them onto the bar with a "ding" sound.
Mr. K didn't move.
Lin Ze fired two more rounds.
Mr. K's ears moved, but he still didn't raise his head.
"Five pieces, do you want them if you love me?" Lin Ze tried to take Galleon back.
A big hand pressed Lin Ze's wrist with a "snap", and Mr. K's whole figure bounced up from behind the bar as if a switch was pressed. There was no trace of sleepiness in his eyes.
"You should have told me earlier, dear guest."
Lin Ze withdrew his hand and leaned back on the chair. "Help me check the number. It's over there Muggle."
Mr. K raised his eyebrows. "Muggle?"
"Yes, Muggle's."
"You Auror are getting more and more outrageous. Are you even taking Muggle's job?"
"You don't care about me, I'm just asking you if you want to check it out."
Mr. K took out a crumpled piece of paper and a pencil stub from his apron pocket and motioned to Lin Ze to write down the number.
Lin Ze copied the number and pushed it in front of him.
Mr. K glanced at it, folded the paper and stuffed it into his pocket. "Wait, I'll give you a letter within two days."
Lin Ze nodded, stood up and left.
Mr. K suddenly stopped him. "If I were you, I wouldn't expose my identity in front of Muggle casually."
Lin Ze paused in his steps.
"Why?"
Mr. K smacked his lips, "Just... some Muggle hate wizards very much, very extreme... I've seen them."
Lin Ze glanced at him, said nothing, opened the door and left.