Hogwarts Homecoming

"You still sent the package, right?"

There was anger in Kingsley's voice;

"When you have noticed that something is not quite right about that person?"

"Am I going to be imprisoned in Azkaban?" Old Tom asked pitifully.

"It's not my decision, Tom, but I have to tell you, the fine will definitely be inevitable!" Kingsley glared at Tom with hatred, which made old Tom shrink back to the wine rack and tremble all over again. Finally, he narrowed his eyes again and looked at Amosta who was thinking,

"I don't quite understand, Mr. Blaine—"

Kingsley whispered,

"Why did that man send the package to Hogsmeade? He asked Tom to wait until after the Christmas vacation before sending the package. That means Hogwarts has already started, right?"

"Typically, the owls will be concentrated on Monday mornings, when students are having breakfast and packages addressed to them are delivered to the auditorium. Everyone will be there. Perhaps, the person who sent the package is worried that someone on the staff will find out-" -"

Amosta thought,

"There are many students in the school. If the package is sent to the school, after it is opened, other little wizards may find it funny and take away the problematic rose in the package first. Or maybe the person who sent it does not want Hermione to get it. Timely treatment, but Hermione was pretty lucky. When she had an accident, several professors and I were not far from her. No matter what-"

Amosta recovered his thoughts and came to his own conclusion.

"This is a very cautious guy."

Amosta jumped down from the high stool. He did not anger Tom, his expression remained gentle.

"Well, Tom, can I see what that man looks like?"

"Of course no problem, Mr. Blaine!"

Old Tom nodded violently, and he was struggling to take out the wand from his pocket, preparing to draw the person's appearance on the paper, but Amosta had a simpler way.

Before Tom could pull out his wand, the tip of Amosta's wand was already pressed against Tom's temple. In the blink of an eye, Tom had already pulled out Amosta Brain from his temple. A few strands of silver thread. Seeing this scene, Kingsley and many Aurors in the bar hall looked uncomfortable.

According to the regulations, Aurors are not allowed to privately examine the memory of criminal suspects without authorization. Moreover, Amosta Brain is not an Auror, and does not have this right.

However, no one from the Ministry of Magic, including Kingsley, stopped Blaine's behavior. After the Minister of Magic went to Hogwarts and came back, he looked furious when he personally gave orders to their immediate boss. , they have all heard about it.

A strand of silver thread was wrapped around the tip of Amosta's wand. As the wand was circling, these strands of silver thread quickly swirled around the wand, quickly forming a silver bracelet. Then, a blooming Silver light enveloped the entire bar, and in the dazzling light, an illusory figure suddenly appeared outside the front door of the Leaky Cauldron.

Judging from the skin color of his chin, he is a young man in his twenties. He wears a pair of Muggle sneakers, black pants, and a short gray coat on his upper body, as Old Tom said Say, this man is wearing a pair of sunglasses.

The man who sent the package didn't hide himself more than that. He wore a pair of black leather gloves on his hands and a dark green scarf around his neck. There was still some exposed skin all over his body, including his face.

Dressing in this style would definitely attract others' attention in other places in the wizarding world, but this is the Leaky Cauldron, and customers with strange styles appear every day. Therefore, Old Tom cannot be blamed for taking things lightly.

The young man held the package in his arms and entered the Leaky Cauldron. The smoky environment of the bar did not move the man at all. He had a clear purpose and faced the bar.

The Aurors sitting in the bar stood up one after another, using their own perspectives to capture the characteristics of the phantom walking towards the bar. Then, they quickly reached a consensus.

"This person is probably controlled -"

Kingsley whispered.

It is not difficult to make this judgment. As he walked towards the bar, the man's walking posture was a little weird. The soles of his feet seemed to be only a small distance from the ground. His hips directed his legs forward, but his posture was not Slightly stiff, although he tried to imitate a normal walking posture, his clumsy intentions could not be hidden in front of a group of experienced Aurors.

This is not a weird gait caused by disability;

Amosta neither nodded nor shook his head, but followed the man steadily.

After arriving at the bar, the young man first placed the package on the bar, then opened and closed his lips and said something to Old Tom behind the bar.

After two minutes of negotiation, the man threw two gold coins from his pocket, then turned around and walked towards the front door. After only a few steps, the phantom disappeared without any warning.

The memory ended here. Old Tom, whose business was booming, was busy taking care of customers and never paid attention to this person again.

The Aurors present all felt heavy.

If this man was really being manipulated, then it seemed to mean that he, like Old Tom, was probably innocent, but was unlucky enough to be involved in this matter. They even thought that this unlucky man was probably a Muggle who was manipulated into the Leaky Cauldron. From beginning to end, it was the hidden dark wizard who was negotiating with Old Tom.

"This man is probably dead--"

Amosta said softly.

Upon hearing this, Kingsley was stunned for a moment, and then his expression turned ugly.

As a senior Auror who has dealt with dark wizards for many years, Kingsley knew the style of those evil people. Erasing memories is not foolproof. In order to avoid exposing their faults, they have never been afraid of killing people and silencing them.

What’s next?

This is a question that requires no thought to answer.

That is, it is necessary to find the man who delivered the package, whether he is a Muggle or a wizard, whether he is dead or alive now.

But how to find it?

As said, they weren't even sure if the man was a wizard or a Muggle, as his appearance was obscured by the large sunglasses.

More than half a month has passed, and the environment in the Leaky Cauldron is so chaotic that no useful information about this man can be extracted, and some tracking magic cannot be used.

The experienced Aurors frowned and began to suffer from this matter.

In the dull atmosphere, Amosta looked at Kingsley.

As expected of an elite among Aurors, Kingsley immediately knew that Amosta Brain had some instructions.

"Ms. Bones gave us orders to follow your command, and you are the Senior Advisor to the Ministry of Magic. Mr. Blaine, if you need us to do anything-"

In response to Kingsley's words, the Aurors in the hall silently gathered around, their eyes falling on Amosta Brain, as if they were waiting for command.

"grateful--"

Amosta smiled and nodded.

"It's not impossible to investigate the whereabouts of this person, Kingsley. He came from the Muggle side. There are many Muggle shops on both sides of the Muggle street where the Leaky Cauldron is located. I believe there must be many Muggles. The owner of the shop met this man that night. Unless he was a wizard who teleported away immediately after leaving the Leaky Cauldron——"

"You mean -" Kingsley raised his eyebrows, "to check the memories of all the Muggle shopkeepers on this street, Mr. Blaine?"

Amosta nodded.

"This will take some effort, but fortunately we have enough manpower. Of course, it may not be in compliance with the rules to search the memories of so many Muggles. If I need to apply for special authorization, I can go to Amelia or Fudge."