The Evil God of Hogwarts

Ai Li was sitting in the office of the police station, which was reserved for Xing Ze before, but now he has no use for it.

Looking at the busy police officers and detectives outside, Ellie wanted to find something to do for herself. She remembered that Frank had gone to the underground archives to look for information. Although Xing Ze wrote down some key points in his notes, She thought it would be better to go and see for herself.

Everyone looks at things from a different perspective, and maybe Xing Ze has missed something. Although this possibility is very low, she still wants to try her luck, at least it is better than just sitting here.

She walked out of the office and went straight to the underground archives room. Burke raised his head and glanced at the visitor, but the expression on his face did not change.

"Tell me, Miss Shafiq, what is it about that madman that appeals to you?"

"It's Nicks, Mr. Burke," Ellie corrected.

"Oh, yes. Please forgive me, the memory of elderly people always has errors. So, can you please answer my questions?"

Ali pulled up a chair and sat on it. She crossed her legs, took out a fruit candy from her pocket and put it in her mouth.

"I like dangerous men. They can hit my G-spot."

Burke almost spit out the water in his mouth. Even though he swallowed the water as carefully as possible, he still choked and coughed.

The eldest lady looked at the reaction of the old-fashioned gentleman in front of her with satisfaction. Occasional pranks can make people happy, especially in these days of increasing pressure.

"What a shame!" Burke shouted after regaining his breath. "You should be ashamed, miss. As a noble, as a wizard of a big family, you should know etiquette and..."

"Oh, Burke. Put away your preaching." Ellie rubbed her hands, "Men can tell dirty jokes in broad daylight, why can't women? Do you know? In fact, women are no different from men. They also I like people with good looks and strong bodies.

"Those aristocratic ladies who had afternoon tea with me, although they seemed reserved and decent, they commented on the men at the ball, and then hooked up a satisfied man and went to the back garden to fool around.

"As long as you're charming enough, say a few sweet words, and drink a little wine, any man can slip his hands up those girls' skirts. That's true, Burke, whether you want to admit it or not.

"Women, like men, have desires that need to be vented. They both like to conquer the strong. Look, we are on to the point, conquer the strong. I like to conquer the strong, and he happens to be there. So stop making a fuss, Old gentleman, it’s just a little joke.”

Burke took out a handkerchief from his front pocket and wiped the corners of his mouth, and replied with some dissatisfaction: "But the so-called women you talk about, at least they know when to joke."

"What's the problem? You're getting old, sir, and you'll soon forget this. To me, this joke is like a shell dropped into the sea. It will soon disappear. But don't forget it too soon. , Old sir, I still have something to ask you."

Burke finally got to know this maverick wizard. In fact, Ellie Shafik's reputation had been known long before this. Just like her great-aunt Carlotta Pinkston, this aristocratic lady was equally arrogant and unruly.

But unlike Carlotta Pinkston, this young lady knew when to be restrained and when to show off her edge. Otherwise, she would have been sent to Nurmengard long ago.

"What do you want to know?" Burke asked.

"This?" Ellie pointed her finger at the ceiling and circled it, "What kind of information is this underground archive room used to store?"

"Some old cases, cold cases, and some closed cases."

Ellie nodded. She took out her notes and looked at them. Xing Ze left her the number of the file Frank had checked.

"Can I go in and have a look?"

"As you please, ma'am, but remember to put things back where they belong."

…

The owner of the grocery store is an elderly woman. She is sitting in a rocking chair knitting a sweater. Opposite her, an old black and white TV is playing an ancient TV series.

"Isn't it too early to knit a sweater?" Xing Ze joked.

The old woman raised her head, glanced at the visitor and said, "I have three grandchildren and two granddaughters."

"I see. Is there a map here?"

"Go look at the innermost shelf."

Xing Ze walked to the last shelf, searched through a pile of dusty map books, and finally found the county map at the bottom.

He opened it and looked at it. The time stamped on it showed that the map was drawn eight years ago. Brachester was marked on the map, but there was no road leading there.

How strange. A town with a top university, but there are no roads leading there. Xing Ze muttered in his heart. He had investigated Brichester, but the information he could find was rather sparse. It was as if something was deliberately hiding this town.

On the way to pay, Xing Ze picked up another bottle of wine. He put the things at the front desk and asked, "Do you know Brichester?"

"What?" the shopkeeper put down his sewing, "you mean Brichester?"

"right."

"Of course I know. The town is not far from here. Many people in the surrounding area went to university there. But apart from the university, there doesn't seem to be anything worth visiting there."

Xing Ze took out the money from his pocket and handed it over, "I didn't find the way to that place on the map."

"There's a road going there, you should come early. There's only one shuttle bus going there every day. It's not the school season, so there won't be too many buses.

"The road is quite old, so it's not surprising that it's not marked on the map. Those government employees don't take their work that seriously. Missing a road on the map won't affect anything, not to mention it's such a remote place.

"Oh, by the way. I have to warn you. If you plan to go there, you'd better be mentally prepared."

"kindness?"

"The people there are very xenophobic and they don't like outsiders. But they have to rely on the university to survive, so sometimes the residents take out their anger on outsiders."

"I remember it," Xing Ze said. He collected the change and walked out of the grocery store with his things.

After drinking the wine, the old man drew a route on the county map. He vowed: "This is it. You can reach Brichester along this road."

"Follow this road?" Lanny asked, skeptical of the small-eyed driver.

The driver nodded and said, "Yes, we all go this way."

Kent took the map and looked at it carefully. He didn't quite believe it, because the road leading to Brichester was obviously a mountain road.

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