The Evil God of Hogwarts

John took out the wine bottle and took a sip, "How on earth did you do this? Magic? But I didn't see you casting the spell. For Merlin's sake, you just restored the entire scene."

"Don't be too happy, J." Xing Ze said, "It's all just speculation. What's more, we are still missing one crucial thing."

"What is it?"

"Are you serious?"

"Oh." John finally reacted, "Frank's body."

"He might still be alive."

"Don't ruin my rare good mood."

Xing Ze rolled his eyes at John and walked out of the room.

"Aren't you waiting for the Muggle policeman?"

"Leave it to you." Xing Ze waved his hand, "If you find anything, write to me."

"You owe me a drink, boy, don't forget that."

"Of course." Xing Ze walked into the elevator. He took out the matchbox from his pocket and opened it. There were a few words scrawled on the inside page - SUE.

Then, Xing Ze closed the matchbox, "Margaret Restaurant, who did you meet there, Mr. Detective." He whispered.

The elevator reached the first floor, and Xing Ze was about to go out, but was blocked by two burly men. One of the strong men stepped aside and motioned for him to come out quickly.

Xing Ze smiled kindly, then quickly walked out of the elevator towards the door of the office building, but before taking a few steps, he turned back and reached out to press the elevator button.

The elevator door that was about to close opened again, and Xing Ze walked into the elevator under the confused eyes of the two strong men.

"Suddenly I remembered that I forgot to take the key." Xing Ze explained to the two strong men with a smile, and casually pressed a floor on the elevator.

The man with a rough beard pressed the button on the top floor without saying a word.

When the elevator started, Xing Ze spoke again: "Go to the top floor? Well, there is a detective agency there. Judging from the things you are holding and the smell emanating from it, you are planning to burn down that agency. ,Is it right?"

The two strong men behind him frowned and looked at each other. One of them put down the oil drum wrapped in his hand, and the other pulled out a short knife from his waist.

Grass. If I had known earlier, I would have left you to J.

Ding!

The elevator stopped at the top floor, and before the door opened, Xing Ze heard John's voice.

"For Merlin's sake, you came here, black brother. I promise not to move... Did you forget something?"

Xing Ze walked out of the elevator, then turned around and dragged one of the strong men out, "Help me, J."

John pulled out his wand and cast a spell, and another person in the elevator immediately levitated out.

"I don't understand, kid. You weren't gone five minutes."

"I'm also surprised at my luck." Xing Ze said, "We have new clues."

John put down the strong man and joked: "You call this luck? Then I have really redefined the meaning of luck."

At this moment, another elevator door opened, and the two quickly pointed their wands at the elevator.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Superintendent Wofflin shrank nervously, "It's me, it's me."

However, the superintendent’s attention was quickly attracted by the two people lying on the ground. “Why are the people from the Old Record Gang here?”

"Old record gang?" Xing Ze looked at the superintendent.

"Hmm, a local gang." The superintendent explained, "These two are very famous."

"Then I'll leave it to you." Xing Ze walked towards the elevator, "I hope you can ask something from them."

"Before that, I need to know what they are here for?"

"They wanted to burn down Frank's office, with gasoline and other stuff in the elevator. The elevator surveillance can prove they attacked me."

"Oh, that saves a lot of time." said the superintendent.

…

Margaret's Restaurant is located in William Brown Street, which is almost the cultural center of the entire Liverpool, and the restaurants that can be opened here are not too bad.

As expected, this restaurant is an upscale business-type restaurant, and reservations are required to get a seat. It was lunch time when Xing Ze arrived.

The store was packed, and the manager of the stand received Xing Ze very friendly. He looked to be in his forties and had beautiful white teeth.

"How can I help you, sir?"

"I want to have a meal at your place."

"Do you have an appointment, sir?"

Xing Ze shook his head and then asked: "Do you keep records for all reservations here?"

The manager laughed, showing more of his white teeth. “We only keep appointment information for three months.”

"That should be enough."

"kindness?"

"A friend of mine." Xing Ze lied casually, "Frank, he came to your place for dinner before, but he couldn't remember when, so he wanted me to ask, and I happened to live nearby. "

The manager looked at Xing Ze with a strange look, and declined softly and politely: "Sir, maybe your friend can take a look at the receipt."

"lost."

"Then he must come here in person so that we can check the agreed information."

"Obviously, my friend can't come here for the time being. He's out of the country, far away, Iceland."

"Then..." The smile on the manager's face became more and more embarrassing.

Xing Ze wants Blue Beak to use memory exploration on him, but for an ordinary Muggle, Blue Beak's intrusion may lead to madness and brain damage.

"Hey, buddy." Xing Ze leaned towards the manager, "My friend just wants to know the date of the appointment. He recently had an expense that he couldn't match. Not to mention, he is an old customer of yours. Please be accommodating?”

"What's your friend's name?" the manager confirmed.

"Frank."

The manager thought for a while and asked: "Is it the famous detective?"

"uh-huh."

"Okay, sir. I can check it for you, but I can't guarantee that I can find it. Although Mr. Frank is a frequent visitor to our place, he hasn't come so frequently recently."

"Thank you." Xing Ze turned around and walked to the waiting area. He took out the box of matches again and looked at it.

"SUE? What does it mean? Is it an abbreviation of something? Place? Name? What do those four unknown corpses have to do with you, Frank?"

After waiting for about fifteen minutes, the grandstand manager came over with a note. "Sir," he said, "Your friend Frank has come here three times in the past three months, on May 13th and June." Seventh day, July 15th.”

"Can I ask how many positions he has reserved these three times?"

The manager had a troubled look on his face.

"Please, kindhearted person." Xing Ze pleaded, "He just wants to settle the account."

The manager hesitated for a while, and then whispered: "He was the only one in May. On June 7, he ordered two, and on July 15, he ordered six."

"Six?" Xing Ze frowned, "Are you sure?"

"Our data is infallible," the manager said confidently.

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