Ben brought back a bunch of files.
"I have been browsing for a long time, and there are four Pure-blood families companies involved in colluding with dark creatures, two of which have been dealt with by Dumbledore personally." Ben slumped in his chair and weakly gestured with two fingers.
"Which two?"
"Lestrange and Mulciber, but there are very few records of what happened at Mulciber's house, and the files are very vague."
Lin Ze picked up the top file and flipped through it.
The ink is so light that it is almost invisible, and several places have been wetted with unknown liquids, but it can be roughly recognized that it is a record of Lestrange family raising dark creatures in the seventeenth century.
Lestrange He knows, Mulciber?
All he knew was that the other party belonged to the Twenty-Eight Holy Bloods. As for who was in his family, he knew nothing about it.
Seeing Lin Ze's doubts, Ben explained, "I heard the old people talking about this family. It is said that they controlled more than half of Wizarding World's carriage business in the early days, but then it suddenly declined for some reason..."
"One more thing. A few days ago, Team Two just imprisoned Mai'er·Mulciber from Mulciber's family into Azkaban..."
"What's the reason?" Lin Ze asked.
"Death Eaters members participated in the torture and killing of many Half-blood wizards and Muggle."
"Where are Mulciber's family files?" Lin Ze nodded and asked.
"It involves Dumbledore, so the confidentiality level is relatively high, and the director needs to approve the note before it can be accessed." Ben said with a grimace.
"Crouch?"
"Records Management Office Pick."
Oh, that old man who sits in the tomb of the living dead drinking tea all day long?
Lin Ze thought to himself that this matter is not difficult to handle.
"Okay, I'll go find him." Lin Ze put away the file.
Lin Ze strolled to Records Management Office.
Pick was still sitting on the old chair, with a book spread out on his knees. He looked up and saw Lin Ze coming in, and lowered his head again.
"You look good lately." Lin Ze placed a box of toffee from Barty Crouch Jr.'s workstation on Pick's table.
Pick glanced at the candy box with the corner of his eye, then glanced at him again.
"Tell me, what happened this time."
"Mulciber, I need to adjust this family's files."
Pick's hand turning over the book stopped for a moment.
"Why did you suddenly think of checking them?"
"There's a case that needs a little historical background."
Pick closed the book, took off his glasses, and wiped them slowly with his cuffs.
"Mulciber's family files are in a dusty area, and I posted the seal myself."
"Do you have any concerns when you say that?"
"If you check them, you will offend people."
"Have I offended not many people?"
Pick stared at him for a while, then suddenly laughed, took out a copper key from the drawer and threw it on the table.
"The third room in the dusty area, the innermost iron cabinet against the wall, the fourth cell from the top. After reading it, stick the seal back."
Lin Ze put the key into his pocket. "Thank you."
"Don't be in a hurry to thank me." Pick put on his glasses again.
"Mulciber's old affairs are more troublesome than you think. You'd better be mentally prepared."
Lin Ze When I opened the door to the dusty area, I felt that it was several degrees colder than Records Management Office other places.
There is a smell of old iron sheets and anti-moth Potions mixed in the air, like sticking your nose into an old crucible.
The third room was not difficult to find, but the door handle was covered with a thick layer of dust and made a "squeak" sound when it was turned open.
As expected, there was a yellowed seal affixed to the innermost iron cabinet against the wall.
Lin Ze took out the copper key, inserted it into the keyhole, and twisted it half a turn. The lock cylinder seemed to have not been oiled for hundreds of years, and it made a few dry coughs before it popped open.
He opened the cabinet door, and there were more than a dozen volumes of files neatly stacked inside. The covers were all made of dark brown kraft paper, and the corners were sealed with wax. The sealing wax on some volumes had cracked, revealing the brittle parchment paper inside.
Lin Ze pulled out the top roll, sat cross-legged on the ground and turned it over.
Mulciber home, one of Pure-blood Sacred Twenty-Eight.
Our ancestors made their fortune by monopolizing the Wizarding World carriage business. At its peak, half of the Diagon Alley's land deeds were in their hands.
Later, in the mid-seventeenth century, this family suddenly disappeared from Wizarding World's social circle.
The family tree has been passed down from generation to generation after a person named "Corban·Mulciber".
Since this name, the records of the Mulciber family have become extremely abnormal. The dates of birth and death are unknown, and the property is unknown. Currently, there is only a father and son in the family records.
There are a few scattered mentions in the next few files, saying that the Mulciber family was found to have had transactions with the Vampire Clan.
The person who intervened in this matter was none other than Albus Dumbledore.
Now Mai'er·Mulciber has been sent to Azkaban by the second group.
Could it be that other people in this family are still thinking about the vampire sealed by Flamel?
Lin Ze re-rolled the file, stuffed it back into the iron cabinet as it was, and applied "Mending Charm" to the seal on the door, making sure that there were no traces of tampering before leaving.
When he came out of Records Management Office, he was still thinking about that question.
If there is really someone in the Mulciber family who is hiding in the dark and manipulating the Muggle cult, then what is the other party trying to do?
To revive the family?
In order to take revenge on Dumbledore?
Or continue the family's unfinished business?
But now the only successor has entered Azkaban, and there is only one old Mulciber left in the whole family. Is this old guy still stubborn?
"I don't understand, I don't understand." He sighed as he walked, and almost bumped into Amelia holding a pile of files at the corner.
"Lin?" Amelia frowned.
"Hey, Amelia, I was just going to find you." Seeing that it was Amelia, Lin Ze saved the need for a special trip to the second team to ask her about the situation.
So Lin Ze expressed his doubts about Mulciber's family.
Amelia shook his head after hearing this. "Although your suspicion has some basis, I think it is still too difficult for Mai'er·Mulciber to do such a thing."
"Huh? How do you say that?"
"That guy was accidentally injured when our second team arrested him. Now he probably can only salivate at Azkaban and make eye contact with Dementor..."
"..."
Well, Lin Ze really doesn't know about this.
After nightfall, Lin Ze went to Old Port again.
This time he did not go directly to Warehouse No. 7, but observed from a distance first.
It was pitch dark in Warehouse No. 7, the iron door was locked, and not even the light of the copper candlestick could be seen.
But in the alley east of the warehouse, there was a black car parked.
Lin Ze ducked into the dark and touched the wall.
There was no one in the driver's seat of the car.
But the door to the back seat was ajar, the window was rolled down a crack, and a faint smell of low-quality perfume wafted inside.
Lin Ze Just as he was about to take a closer look, the ground beneath his feet suddenly shook with a "boom".
He turned around sharply.
A short and stocky figure turned out from the end of the alley, staggering towards this side, looking back from time to time, breathing heavily.