"Crouch, what's the reaction there?" Lin Ze asked, pointing to the pile of documents.
"It feels like he is having a headache with the things we have put together, and he feels like he is out of sight and out of sight." Ben threw the portfolio into the official document basket.
Lin Ze smiled, of course Barty Crouch Sr. would feel so, especially after he revealed the matter of Barty Crouch Jr. to him.
ASUS... Recently Barty Crouch Jr. was temporarily transferred away by Crouch. I haven't seen him for a long time...
Lin Ze sat down on the chair and opened the account book that he took out from the gray robe man's box and read it again.
The delivery point of Hogsmeade is marked very simply, only "Point 3, Wine Barrel" is written, followed by a series of numbers.
The man who sat in the study and gave orders said, "After You-Know-Who falls, collect all his things."
What exactly are you going to collect?
Could it be his Horcrux?
Before Voldemort fell, his Horcrux was scattered and hidden everywhere.
Except that the diary is in his own hands.
Locket, gold cup, Diadem, ring, snake...
What will happen if these things are collected by Ouroboros people in advance?
He wrote a note to Patricia and asked her to find all the import declarations of Klein Trading Company in the past five years and make a list by category.
Patricia's creed arrived early the next morning.
Klein Trading Company has imported a total of fourteen batches of "rare ore samples" in five years, and the total declared amount is less than 200 kilograms. However, the category breakdown of the "samples" on the customs declaration is very vague, and is uniformly labeled as "complex minerals for alchemy."
Patricia added a sentence at the end of the note: There is a name in the signature column of the approver of the customs declaration - Herbert Slater.
Lin Ze put down the note, leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes for a while.
If Ouroboros collected Horcrux for research, then how did they know about Voldemort's biggest secret?
Or maybe they just simply like Socket Face's personal belongings?
Hiss...
This hobby is a bit perverted...
In any case, Lin Ze decided to go to the so-called Hogsmeade point three to take a look first.
He went directly from Floo Network of Ministry of Magic to Hogsmeade.
The stone roads in the village were blackened by the rain, and the signboards of the shops on both sides creaked in the wind.
He walked along the main street, and the mark at point three was "Wine Barrel". Hogsmeade is a wine barrel storage place with a name. In addition to Three Broomsticks's warehouse, it is also Hog's Head's cellar.
When passing by the door of Three Broomsticks, a familiar figure pushed the door open and came out, holding a cup of steaming mead in his hand. The hem of the purple robe was stained with a little mud, and Half-moon Spectacles was crooked on the bridge of his nose.
"Lin?"
Quinn·Travers almost spilled the mead in his hand.
"Why are you here?"
"Check things up."
Lin Ze looked him up and down, "You are wearing this..."
"Oh, I forgot to tell you."
Quinn put the mead to his mouth, with a kind of happiness that could not be concealed in his tone, "Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts of Hogwarts has officially taken office for half a month. Amy asked me to thank you for pulling the strings."
"How's it going? Is it going well?"
"Forget it, those Gryffindor guys are as energetic as a bunch of Blast-Ended Skrewts. Ravenclaw has a few good ones, but Hufflepuff is honest, Slytherin--"
"Slytherin?" Lin Ze took over.
"Yes, it's Slytherin." Quinn drank half of the mead.
"Those kids are really smart, but I can't put their finger on that kind of intelligence. I always feel like they are calculating something when they look at people."
Lin Ze didn't answer, his mind was occupied with other things.
Quinn saw that he was silent and said no more. He patted his shoulder and said, "Okay, I see you are distracted. I will go back to the castle first and you are busy with your work. Come to our house for dinner another day. Amy and Aila were talking about you a few days ago."
Lin Ze nodded and watched Quinn holding the wine glass and walking toward the castle.
Wine barrel.
He raised his head and glanced at the Three Broomsticks sign. There was indeed a warehouse behind Rosmerta's store, where spare wine barrels and ingredients were usually stored.
He had met old Aberforth once before in Hog's Head's cellar. The place was deep and damp, with boxes of Butterbeer and several barrels of Firewhisky piled up.
Both places are worth seeing.
He advanced Three Broomsticks.
There were not many customers in the store in the afternoon. Rosmerta was standing behind the bar counting the purchase orders. When he saw Lin Ze coming in, he raised his chin as a greeting.
"Has anyone rented the warehouse behind you recently?"
"Warehouse?" Rosmerta put down the order, "No, I never rent a warehouse from outside, I don't even have enough for myself."
"Did anyone put anything away?"
"No." Rosmerta's tone was very simple.
Lin Ze looked at her for two seconds and judged from her expression that she didn't look like she was lying. He thanked her and exited, walking in the direction of Hog's Head. Hog's Head's front door was even worse than Three Broomsticks's, and the pig head portrait on the signboard had one of its ears gnawed off by the wind.
Aberforth was squatting under the bar counter to pry the lid of a stuck wooden box. When he saw him come in, he straightened up, still holding the crowbar in his hand.
"Drink?"
"Just asking, has anyone in the cellar borrowed your inventory recently?"
Aberforth put the crowbar on the bar and looked at him sideways. "Who are you?"
"Uh..." Lin Ze was immediately choked by the other party.
Lin Ze showed the Auror badge. The old man's expression did not change and he just wiped his hands with a rag.
"I use the cellar myself, and there are no outsiders. But if you want to ask, about half a month ago, I came down to get some wine one night and found that the row of barrels in the back had been moved, leaving a few new marks on the ground."
"What was lost?"
"Nothing was lost, but there was an extra barrel."
Aberforth took out a pipe from behind the bar and lit it.
"I opened it and took a look. There was an oilcloth bag stuffed inside with a bunch of odds and ends."
"What?"
"Although you are Auror from Ministry of Magic, you have asked enough. I have not cooperated with your mood. You can leave here."
After saying that, Aberforth pointed to the door without raising his head, and the meaning couldn't be clearer.
If it were anyone else, Lin Ze might still take away the dignity of Ministry of Magic Auror, but this is Aberforth in front of him.
The other party is a ruthless person named Dumbledore...
What's more, Aberforth's temper is well-known in Hogsmeade, and the other party is not just like this to him.
But he treats everyone like this...
When he exited, he stood at the door for two seconds and looked back at the pig head sign with missing ears.
Wine barrel?
Hog's Head's cellar had been tampered with, but Aberforth didn't tell him clearly what was in the bag, so he had to find another way to find out.
To be able to do something under Aberforth's nose, the other party should not be an ordinary person.