The bald man's eyes kept rolling.
Lin Ze is no longer interested in listening to his nonsense.
The Bald Wizard is still playing.
Lin Ze looked at the thin layer of sweat on his forehead, looked at his slightly trembling fingers clenched on the edge of the table, and looked at his eyes trying hard to maintain composure behind gold-rimmed glasses.
"Team Leader Lin, listen to me. What I provide to Weil is serious business consulting. Regarding the import and export tariff issues of Potions materials, I have been with Wizengamot Administrative Office for more than 20 years. I have these skills..."
"Okay, stop talking." Lin Ze interrupted the other party impatiently, and then raised the wand in his hand.
The bald wizard's expression changed instantly. He leaned back suddenly, the legs of the chair scraped a sharp sound on the floor, and reached for the drawer with his right hand.
Lin Ze didn't give him a chance anymore.
"Legilimency"
The bald wizard has obviously practiced "Occlumency", but the quality cannot be complimented.
A thin barrier with rough edges, like cardboard held together with inferior glue.
Lin Ze's mental energy hit him, and the cardboard shook for a moment. The other party gritted his teeth, his cheeks were tense, and his eyes were wide open behind his glasses.
Something, but not much.
Lin Ze added three points of strength.
The barrier broke instantly.
The bald wizard groaned and fell back behind the chair.
His hands were raking randomly on the table, knocking over the ink bottle and spreading black ink.
Lin Ze's mental power continued to tear apart the opponent's defense.
Until the layer of cardboard completely shattered, the man's memories flooded in like water from a floodgate.
The picture is very broken and shakes a lot.
Lin Ze saw the bald wizard counting Galleon in a dark office. Sitting opposite him was a tall and thin man with three rings on his fingers. His nose was high and his chin was shaved blue. He liked to tap the table with his index finger when he spoke.
Claude·Weil.
As soon as the scene changed, the bald wizard was looking through the files in Wizengamot's archives, pulling out several investigation records about White Raven Chamber of Commerce and stuffing them into his briefcase.
Next time, in a private room of a tavern, the bald wizard was exchanging glasses of wine with two other men. One of them was a name Lin Ze had seen on Fudge's list, and the other one he didn't recognize.
Lin Ze picked out useful memory fragments one by one, like picking out the edible ones from a basket of rotten apples.
Weil pays "consulting fees" to at least three officials within Wizengamot through the bald wizard every year in exchange for investigation early warning and file transfer.
The bald wizard handled the filing work of White Raven Chamber of Commerce four times in Administrative Office, and each time he removed key evidence before filing.
The most recent one was four years ago. The above order "Insufficient evidence, suspension of investigation" was drafted by the bald wizard, and the issuer was Wizengamot High Inquisitor August Rookwood.
Unspeakable Rookwood is a distant cousin of Lin Ze.
Lin Ze takes back his mental power.
The bald wizard slumped on the chair, his glasses tilted to one side, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were distracted.
The feeling of being forcibly invaded into his brain was not pleasant, and he probably had to take it easy for a while.
"Auguste·Rookwood." Lin Ze read the name again, and the bald wizard's eyelids twitched.
"Who else?"
The bald wizard opened his mouth, his voice hoarse. "... Department of Commerce's deputy director, Herbert Slater. Half of Weil's money came from him. Import and export licenses, warehousing approvals, and logistics filings were all approved by Slater."
"Where is Weil myself now?"
"I don't know, I really don't know." The bald wizard wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.
"Weil never tells us where he is. Every time we meet, he sends someone to inform us of the time and place. Sometimes in a tavern, sometimes in a warehouse, sometimes in the hut behind his shop. After you took over the northern farm, he should have changed places."
Lin Ze stood up and put the wand back into his cuff.
The bald wizard thought he was leaving. He just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Lin Ze say, "Don't relax in a hurry. What you just said will be said again at Wizengamot's hearing later."
The bald wizard's face fell.
Lin Ze didn't look at him again, turned around, opened the office door and walked out.
Several employees passing by in the corridor poked their heads in, but when he glanced at them, they all shrank back.
Back in Group Three's office, Ben was lying on the table eating a sandwich when he saw him come in and vaguely asked "How is it?"
"At least two from Wizengamot, one from Administrative Office, one from the Commercial Department, plus the person behind the scenes who was suppressed in the investigation four years ago, a total of three officials are involved."
Lin Ze wrote the name he pulled out of the bald wizard's mind on the paper and pushed it in front of Ben.
"Auguste·Rookwood, Wizengamot High Inquisitor. Herbert·Slater, Department of Commerce Deputy Director."
Ben stopped chewing the sandwich. "Rookwood? Same as the one we caught before..."
"Distant cousin, how many people did Rookwood Family stuff into Wizengamot? We need to investigate carefully."
Lin Ze sat back on the chair and went through the entire line in his mind.
Greengrass Family is responsible for supplying goods from the north, White Raven Chamber of Commerce is responsible for sales and money laundering, Claude·Weil is in charge of pulling strings in the middle, and the bald wizard and Rookwood are responsible for covering the sky inside Ministry of Magic.
The chain is complete, but now it is broken at both ends - Greengrass Manor was cut off, and the farm was cut off - and the White Raven Chamber of Commerce warehouse in the middle was also cut off, but Claude·Weil himself ran away.
Weil emptied the treasury and dealt with overseas accounts before running away, indicating that he had already left himself a way out.
A person who has been in the dirty goods business for more than ten years cannot put all his eggs in one basket. In addition to the farm Scottish Highlands, he must have other supply points and warehouses.
"Ben, check all the registered properties under Weier family's name, including the land purchased by his father Ryans when he was still alive. Circle all the places where Muggle's land deed does not match the wizard's land deed."
"Do you suspect he has other warehouses?"
"It is impossible for him to rely on just one Scotland farm to supply goods for more than ten years. Greengrass Family's manor is the production end, the farm is the transit point, White Raven Chamber of Commerce's store is the sales end, and there must be a stock point in the middle. Things cannot be sold as they come."
Ben wrote it down and went out with a sandwich in his mouth.
Lin Ze leaned back on the chair and tapped his fingers on the table twice.
He thought of another thing - the bald wizard said that Weil sent someone to inform him of the time and place every time he met, which meant that Weil was very careful and did not set a fixed itinerary or leave any communication records.
This kind of people usually have a habit. The more they think they are hiding well, the more they can't help but confirm with their own eyes that their business is still running normally.
White Raven Chamber of Commerce's store has been targeted and the farm has been seized. What Weil wants to know most now is how far Ministry of Magic has found out.
He will definitely try to find out the information, either through contacts who have not yet been exposed, or by doing it himself.
"Sirius." Lin Ze turned to look at Sirius who was sitting in the corner, flipping through the newspaper.
"Huh?"
"You keep an eye around White Raven Chamber of Commerce's shop these two days. Weil may send someone back to inquire about the news."
Sirius folded the newspaper, stood up and stretched. "Okay, I just happen to have a lot of free time."
He walked to the door and turned back. "If someone comes, do you want to catch him alive?"
"It's up to you, just don't kill me."