The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

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The light in the police station file room was very dim, giving the impression that it was already dark outside. But actually, it's ten o'clock in the morning.

The reason for the dim light is that the curtains are drawn on every window in the archives, and of course the smog in the archives. The dim archive room was filled with smoke at this time, almost like a "wonderland". The root of all this is the only living person in the archives: a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man is putting his feet on the desk and smoking a pipe. He was tall, over six feet tall, with slender limbs, gray eyes, a big back, and a face as angular as a diamond. His lower jaw is square and prominent, and he looks very tough and persevering. He also has a slender hooked nose, probably due to his well-nourished and frequent shampooing. His hooked nose did not bring a greasy and gloomy sense of villain, but made his face look extra alert and decisive.

He had a bowler hat in his hand, a black overcoat and a black tall felt hat on a hanger behind him, and a cane leaning against his desk.

With a creak, the door opened, and an old woman who looked to be in her fifties pushed open the door to the archives.

"Joseph Bell! You're smoking in the archives again!" As soon as she entered the door, the old lady choked and coughed several times. Covering her nose, she ran to the office window, pulled the curtains, and opened the window to let in the light and let the smoke drift out.

"Mrs. Stubbs, I like to analyze and reason about complicated cases under the shroud of smoke." Joseph's voice was low and powerful, with a hint of vicissitudes.

Mrs. Stubbs sighed and muttered: "I really don't know who the young man offended, but he was assigned to you, come in!"

She called out to the door, and a young man in his early twenties walked in.

"New intern, I hope you have a good time together." Mrs. Stubbs rolled her eyes when she said this, obviously she had no confidence in this.

"John," the young intern took the initiative to approach Joseph, reaching out and shaking his hand, "John Livingstone."

"Joseph Bell," Joseph moved his feet off the table.

"I'm going first," Mrs. Stubbs was about to leave the archives. "Smoke down..."

Joseph didn't seem to hear, but he put the pipe aside. A pipe is different from a cigarette. It is easy to put it out if you leave it on the side. Some beginners will even smoke half of the pipe and put it out.

"What time is it?" he asked suddenly.

"Uh," John was in a hurry, and then he noticed that there was no clock in this archive room, so he took out a pocket watch from the outer pocket of his jacket, opened it, and glanced at the time.

"Two quarter to ten, sir."

Joseph nodded, and Mrs. Stubbs seemed to suddenly remember something, and said to Joseph: "By the way, you seem to have said before that Mrs. Hudson next to you is looking for a new tenant, you can Recommend this little guy." Mrs. Stubbs turned to John and said, "If you haven't found a suitable house."

"Of course he hasn't found a house yet." Joseph made a casual look and said "casually": "But I'm a little curious, why don't you live with your dad? Is it because you can't stand his drinking? ?"

"Sorry, what did you say?" John was a little confused, while Mrs. Stubbs rolled her eyes. Her expression seemed to say, "God, are you here again?"

Joseph knocked on his pipe, "Your father, an alcoholic, recently divorced your mother..."

John: ?

"Young man, stay and work hard, I'm sure you'll be my best assistant - the moment I hear your name I'm sure!"

John: "No, ah this, you...?"

"I understand that you must be full of doubts in your heart. I will patiently answer it for you. My future assistant will answer it," Joseph waved his hand and picked up the pipe subconsciously, but looking at John's face, he still didn't light it again.

"You must want to ask, we just met, and you and I didn't know each other's names for more than a minute. How could I see so many things?"

John nodded. "Yeah, that's right, but—"

"The lettering." Joseph pointed to John's pocket watch, "The lettering on your pocket watch, 'Livingstone', your last name, I believe it is a relative of your family, but it should not be a peer, the pocket watch looks like the thirties A popular style, the wear marks on it also indicate this, which means that at least it was passed down from your grandfather's generation. Of course, it may also be given to you by your father's brother, but the probability is negligible, because opening the cover When I was there, I vaguely saw a black-and-white photo that looked very similar to you, which is probably your father."

"But half of the picture was torn off, which means their relationship was broken, and you kept the father's half, which means you lived with your father. You haven't rented a house because you have hotel shampoo in your hair. It's so obvious that it doesn't require reasoning at all."

"As for the inference that your father is an alcoholic, it's just a little genius conjecture. I saw some small scratches and knock marks on the back of your pocket watch and on the winding part, which means that his hands trembled when he wound it every night. Sometimes the pocket watch will be dropped on the ground, and if it is not what I expected, the dial glass should also be fitted later.”

Joseph spoke so fast that John was stunned.

"Oh my god…"

Joseph showed a smile, and he happily cleaned up the sundries on the table, "Just a little reasoning, I'm the administrator of the police department's archives, but I'm also a detective—"

"...None of them guessed right."

Joseph: ?

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"Your reasoning is fundamentally wrong."

Joseph showed an incredible expression.

"I bought this pocket watch at the antique market."

Joseph: ? !

"But there's..."

"I carved it."

Joseph: …

He glanced at the nick, and found that because of the dirt and the distance, he really couldn't tell the age of the nick. Then a miscalculation occurred, which affected the whole reasoning.

"The black-and-white photo is of me, a photo with my ex-girlfriend, and I ripped her off after we broke up. The link between scratches and alcoholism is just too hard, isn't it? Why can't it be me dropping things a lot? As for the shampoo, I don't know what's going on, I just grabbed a discounted bottle from the supermarket." John spread his hands, indicating that your reasoning is untenable!

Mrs. Stubbs laughed out loud, "Son, this colleague of yours is an avid Sherlock Holmes fan, he always likes to reason like Sherlock Holmes, but unfortunately every time it's outrageous - when we first met, he still It is inferred that I am the widow of a drug lord!"

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Joseph's face, "Okay, Ms. Stubbs, I'm going to tell the newcomer about his work!"

Mrs. Stubbs left the archives with a smile.

After she left, Joseph also became serious. He cleaned up the clutter on his desk. He put a copy of "The Complete Works of Sherlock Holmes" and a copy of "The Adventures of Lockhart", which was very popular recently. drawer. Then Joseph gave John a serious talk about the content of the work.

"My job is actually very easy, we just need to file the cases from all the police stations in London, and Mrs. Stubbs will bring the files every morning, we just need to divide by area, and then Arranged according to the time, it is good to put them on these shelves. Generally speaking, it can be processed in one morning, after all, there are not many cases to be filed."

The lack of case files is not because the law and order in London has reached the level of closed doors at night, but because of the scarcity of police force, it is not an extremely vicious case, and the police will not be dispatched. If there are fewer police, there will naturally be fewer files that need to be sent to the General Administration for backup.

"Occasionally, the police will come to us to collect the files, but the probability is not high." Joseph shrugged his shoulders. This huge archive room has a backlog of many old cases, and no policeman has ever thought about turning them out and solving them. Lose.

After listening to Joseph's words, John realized that his job is really leisurely!

Joseph has plenty of time to do what he wants to do, such as reading detective novels.

"Working here, you need to calm down the most. It's hard to get promoted here, but it's better to be free on weekdays," Joseph made a cup of tea for his intern. "The work pressure is not high, even if you don't complete the daily work, Don't worry, no one will come to hold you accountable, we are directly under the jurisdiction of the Administrative Affairs Department, and the police have nothing to do with us. And these archived files, to be honest, just take a form, and almost no one will come to investigate. ."

Joseph took out a plate of cookies, and the two chatted happily together.

"I often look at those files and reason like a real detective..." Joseph patted the stack of folders on his desk, "A very interesting case was sent two days ago, saying that there was an explosion on the train The case seems unremarkable, but the testimony of the witnesses is very interesting. This case is very interesting and complicated, and this is a problem that can only be solved by smoking three pipes..."

Joseph told his juniors about interesting cases he had seen.

"It sounds like a supernatural incident." After listening to the details of the case, John also felt that the case was a little weird. "It's very wrong. Although the testimony of the witnesses is not reliable, the case is also full of weirdness."

"One, there are no limbs left at the crime scene, and it's too far-fetched to say that there were no bones left because of the explosion. Two, I don't understand why there would be an argument with someone before committing the crime since it was an attack? This kind of thing is not about one person. Suddenly? All the passengers ran out because the two quarreled. Third, what do the passengers mean when they said they turned into a ball of fire? Can anyone really fight while they are covered in flames?"

The two had a lively discussion about the truth of the case.

"Maybe two magicians had a fight on the train. As a result, the two ran away after the disturbance, so everything can be explained!" Joseph said in a joking tone, and took his pipe at the same time. .

"Very good imagination, I think you can write novels."

"novel?"

"The very popular "The Adventures of Lockhart" is about a magician who travels around. You can design a protagonist who goes to a place one day and accidentally meets Lockhart who is traveling around." John Talking eloquently, he had already seen the book "The Adventures of Lockhart" on the table of his predecessors. He had also read this book and was very fascinated by it.

"I think it's a good idea. A person wants to go to the bank to take out a loan and start a business, but he meets Lockhart there, and a whole new world unfolds before his eyes..."

"Wait, why did the magician go to the bank?"

John also got stuck: yeah, how did the magician go to the bank? But he soon found a solution.

"Design a plot! For example, there is a certain magical creature in the bank that likes to collect and occupy treasure. The magician Lockhart wants to capture it and return the treasure to its original owner."

"Good idea, what if this magical creature is a dragon? Greedy and fond of treasures."

"Is it a bit too big? If you want me to think, it can be designed as a small, thief-like animal with a kangaroo-like bag on its stomach to store stolen treasures..."

The two had a heated discussion.

…

Tom's investigation has come to a standstill. Although he used Legilimency to see the police who came that day, because the information known by the front desk staff was too one-sided, Tom did not see the follow-up development of the matter, and the known information could not help him accurately find the day to investigate. the police.

Even worse, their sources of information are actually extremely limited. In modern society, UU reading www.uukanshu.com wants to search for the police station near the train station. You only need to open a map software and you can easily find it. Tom and the others need to buy paper maps and check them little by little.

In the era of information explosion in later generations, the difficulty of obtaining various information is very low. If it were in the 2020s, Tom and the others might have solved their problem on Zhihu, and now they might be looking at the files in the Hogwarts lounge. But now even the Internet is just a prototype, they can only find a way to investigate.

What they got all day today was to rule out the police station near the train station, and no one took over the case that day.

Other than that, there is no progress. To make matters worse, it rained heavily at night. Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel, Tom sighed, "I'll take you back to Hogwarts first."

He made the decision to let Harry and Ron go back to school first, and he continued his scouting in London. The three of Tom, who were very worried, were walking on the street. At this time, the rain had stopped, and a figure in a suit attracted Tom's attention.

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