Days wandering around Hogwarts

Chapter 533 Looking for clues
"No, this potion won't be that simple."

Potions masters from all over the world, like Dumbledore, who developed the twelve uses of dragon's blood, believe that the potion used to attack the Magical Congress of the United States is not that simple.

This potion caused a large number of wizards to vomit and have diarrhea, resulting in serious psychological trauma. Although recovery was slow under conventional treatment, it was not fatal.

Not fatal, that's the biggest problem.

A dark wizard went through great pains to sneak into the Magic Congress to launch a large-scale attack, and actually used a non-lethal potion, and this potion contained a large amount of human corpses. No one believed that it was non-lethal.

There is only one possibility, this is a chronic poison, and it is unknown when it will break out. Once it breaks out, it will be extremely terrible.

The news spread to all parts of the world through newspapers. The potion professors and outstanding students of Ilvermorny Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry, together with potion masters from various countries, conducted intensive research in order to develop an antidote before the poison took effect.

Jack and Charles meet on the rooftop of 40 Wall Street.

Jack asked, "Did you get it?"

He learned what happened from Rita's report and didn't take it seriously at first, but when he saw the properties of the potion, he couldn't help but ask Charles to get a copy to study.

Charles shrugged and said, "I said I did it, do you believe me?"

Jack raised his eyebrows and asked curiously, "Where did you buy the potion? Did you buy several potions and mix them together to create a special effect?"

He did not doubt that Charles had done it, nor did he ask the reason, but he was concerned about where this magical potion came from.

Jack thought Charles's potion skills were average, and it was too difficult for him to use human corpses to make potions, so Jack thought he had used his money ability.

"A gift from nature." Charles handed a crystal bottle to the old man. "Take it if you want to study it."

Jack had some of Charles' memories. He looked at the crystal bottle in silence for a moment. He was startled at first, then asked incredulously: "Ganges?"

Charles nodded.

Jack waved his hand, saying no, then asked curiously, "How did you come up with the idea of ​​bringing a big disaster to the Magic Congress? This incident has a huge impact. Grindelwald has a grudge against them, so he ran back to Nurmengard overnight to hold a press conference to declare that he didn't do it."

He had done a lot of great things, but at most he had only eliminated warlords. He had never done anything as exciting as confronting a country's magical regime.

Charles said, "It was about that island last summer. They traced it back to me."

Jack frowned and thought for a moment, "That incident should be just an ordinary magic leak. There is no reason for them to pursue it so closely."

Charles said, "Do you think anyone in MACUSA was involved in this?"

Jack thought for a moment, nodded and said, "It's possible, and his status is not low."

"Let's go and see if there are any clues."

Now no one dared to be in the building, so the grandfather and grandson walked in easily.

Charles was not familiar with this kind of thing. Jack said, "Since they sent someone to trap you, and the person is in the government delegation attending the International Confederation of Wizards meeting, let's first find the list of the delegation. There may be clues there."

The offices of the Magical Congress have been cleaned and tidied up in the past few days, and all the documents that were washed away by the water have been filed away.

The two men went to the secretary's office of the diplomatic department and quickly found the relevant documents.

There is also a department in the Magic Congress that manages werewolves. After the treatment of werewolves began, a committee was formed to deal with the matter. The personnel sent to the recent meeting needed to come from this department.

A name was added to the end of the list, and it was the woman who had approached Charles that day to question him.

Charles frowned and said, "I don't know if this name is a real name or a pseudonym."

Jack said, "Just check their payroll."

Charles thought so too.

The two went to the finance department, found last year's salary payment records, and began to check slowly.

Charles said, "Grandpa, you check the officials' offices first, and I'll check the Aurors. She is most likely from these two places." Jack thought it made sense and started to act separately.

As Charles had expected, Jack found his target on a list in the No-Maj Disinformation Office.

Charles pinched his chin and said, "The head of the No-Maj Disinformation Department actually sent his secretary to carry out this mission instead of professionals like Aurors. It seems that he attaches great importance to this matter, but does not want too many people to know about it."

It would make sense if this person was an Auror or the Director of Magical Security, but the mission of the No-Maj False Information Department is to cover up magical incidents encountered by No-Maj people by providing false information, and to clean up the aftermath of various magical exposure incidents. It is not a law enforcement agency at all, and its head has no reason to pay attention to this matter.

Jack asked, "So you suspect he has a problem?"

Charles nodded and said, "There are only two possibilities. One is that the No-Maj False Information Department is related to that island. The other is that although the woman works for the No-Maj False Information Department, she is actually an agent."

"I think we can rule out the second possibility. She doesn't look like a very professional person."

Jack nodded and said, "Let's go over there and take a look."

The two men recovered the scene and then came to the office of the No-Maj False Information Department.

Charles said: "If there are key items, I think the person is likely to hide them at home or in a villa. The chance of hiding them in the office is small. It depends on luck."

Jack smiled and said, "I always have good luck when I find things."

A minute later, Charles felt that the old man must have the aura of the protagonist, otherwise there was no way to explain why he found a matchbox with an expanded internal space in the plaster decoration under the ceiling. It was locked by magic and there must be important items inside.

Charles placed the matchbox in his palm and said, "Actually, I've been researching how to break the curse."

Jack asked with interest: "Okay, that's promising. How are you going to unlock the magic lock?"

Charles smiled and said, "Actually, I learned this from you."

"All curses end!"

Jack nodded. Brute force cracking is always the most convenient way.

However, this also requires great skill and the force must be appropriate, and the lock must not be broken so as not to demolish the house.

Charles opened the matchbox and poured out a lot of contents, which soon piled up above his knees.

Jack, who was inferior to Charles in some respects, shrugged and said, "You are well-informed, so just deal with it. I don't know what they are."

Charles looked at the pile of magic sex toys in front of him for a long time without saying anything. Finally, he shook his head and said, "Forget it. Just put some chili oil on them and put them back."

Jack said, "Do you remember the magic lock on it?"

Charles nodded.

Jack ignored him and continued searching.

It can be seen that the owner of this office has that kind of hobby and might really go to that island.

Jack's aura of being the protagonist came into play again. Just as Charles sprayed the devil chili oil, he found a small safe behind the bricks of the fireplace.

This time he did it himself, and as soon as Charles put the things back, the safe was opened.

It was filled with photo albums, stacked on the floor as high as Charles.

Charles picked up one and opened it, frowning.

Jack put the matchbox back in place and leaned over to take a look at the GIFs. He gasped and shook his head. “No wonder he’s so concerned about this.”

Charles said, "Grandpa, you have many connections, so please go public."

Jack nodded.

(End of this chapter)