Officer Harvey shook his head, trying to get the attention of the red-haired officer named Arthur. "Ahem..." He coughed, trying to get the attention of the red-haired officer. "Officer Arthur?
Maybe you can put down the bar chair?
I can assure you that it has nothing to do with the case... "
Arthur put down the chair with a 'you're right, you're a smart kid' expression. "Indeed. Of course, this exquisitely made chair has nothing to do with the case. In my opinion, this is a work of art that should be displayed in a glass case!
It can even adjust its height easily! "Arthur took a deep breath." Incredible! "
Harvey did not know whether this strange London detective was joking or really thought that a broken bar chair was a work of art. "Our priority now is to sort out the case..."
"Of course, of course. Wait for me to take out my equipment..." Arthur smiled mysteriously. "I know you Muggles... Ahem, Auror... Uh... I mean, the police always use this thing when you're working on a case!"
Harvey ignored Arthur's weird nickname. He had long heard that detectives in the Metropolitan Police liked to give their colleagues nicknames. Usually, detectives who liked to give nicknames to others were very capable. Therefore, when Arthur tried to find the detective tools in Harvey's bottomless pockets, Harvey thought to himself, 'Maybe it's the most advanced equipment …'
Then, he saw Arthur take out an old pipe and a magnifying glass that seemed to have been snatched from an old lady who was reading newspapers.
Obviously, the illustration of the great detective in the children's edition of the British classic "The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes" had a profound influence on the Muggle enthusiast Arthur.
"Heh." The policewoman laughed and patted Officer Harvey on the shoulder. She shook her head and walked to the side.
Harvey helplessly ran his hand through his hair.
Suddenly, Arthur stopped smiling and frowned. He saw the magic item on the ground that he had accidentally taken out of his pocket. He patted his old partner Perkins on the back in a panic, and Perkins' false teeth almost fell out.
Both of them stared at the magic item on the ground with serious expressions.
"What's that?"
Officer Harvey noticed the rapidly spinning thing on the ground that looked like a top. It was hard not to notice that the thing was shining and spinning so fast that it looked like it was going to drill a hole in the floor.
"Oh--" Arthur drawled. "It's a speculum, sir."
"What?" Harvey obviously didn't know what a speculator was.
"It's a tool, Officer Harvey," Perkins explained enthusiastically. "To be precise, it's a very good new detection device. It's very expensive. If there's anything evil around, it will react in time —" Perkins pointed to the speculum. "Like now, it's a beautiful green light, right?"
Officer Harvey looked confused. "Evil object?
You mean the murder weapon? "
"You can say that." Arthur picked up the speculum. "This is the first time I've seen such a bright green light. It means that the evil things around here must be very — evil!"
It was enough to inform the Auror department.
Arthur pondered for a while and made eye contact with Perkins. Both of them walked out of the hotel. Arthur waved his magic wand to summon his old owl, Errol. He placed a paper application for the support of the Auror department on Errol's claw. "I'll leave it to you.
Old chap! "
"Coo?" Errol stared at Arthur.
"Don't worry. I've stamped it in advance this time." Arthur stroked Errol's feathers. "There won't be another embarrassing situation like when they made you drink afternoon tea for half an hour."
"Coo." Errol sighed and flew away shakily.
The old Perkins looked at Errol's tired face and said, "Time really flies. I still remember how Errol rushed into the office with your wife's pie a few years ago. He's old now..."
Perkins paused for a second and chuckled. "I'm old too. My back and legs aren't good. Previously, I was planning to go camping with my wife … but I don't think there's a chance anymore. It's a pity that my good tent has to be left in the utility room to collect dust after a few uses."
Arthur gave him a comforting look. "No, no, no, Perkins, you're not old!
Our office can't do without you!
Look at Moody in the Auror office next door. He's so old, but he's still active on the front line!
He never feels that he needs a rest. "
Perkins smiled and nodded. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke. "No... Arthur." He looked a little lonely. "Moody is old too. He'll leave the Ministry of Magic soon. He'll retire directly and no longer hold any position in the Ministry of Magic..."
"He'll become the idol of the young Auror, a part of the history books of magic, and a spiritual symbol of the Auror department." Perkins paused for a second. "But he'll also completely abandon the profession of Auror."
"Why?
He'll at least stay in the Ministry of Magic as an Auror coach, right? "Arthur was a little surprised." Moody is so brave!
He's so strong!
He lost an eye, a leg, and a piece of flesh on his nose because of his contributions!
Almost everyone knows him! "
"Millicent Bagnor is going to step down," Perkins threw out.
"But..." Arthur's eyes widened. He was about to say something but was interrupted by Perkins.
"Yes, you know that Moody isn't a popular candidate for the position of Minister of Magic. He doesn't have such thoughts himself... But Arthur, you're a pureblood. There are some things that you don't know." Perkins stopped smiling. "Moody has quite a lot of supporters. Most of them are Muggles or mixed-blood staff. They spread rumors about other people and even secretly planned to organize a demonstration to force the Ministry of Magic to let Moody join the list of candidates."
"This... this..." Arthur was a little incoherent. "But Moody isn't suitable for the position of Minister..."
"Yes, Arthur, yes. That's why I feel old." Perkins sighed. "Moody isn't suitable for the position of Minister of Magic. We know it, and he knows it himself. He can't stand some of the actions of the purebloods... It's not hard to see that someone brought up Moody this time to force him to leave the Ministry of Magic... Someone is encouraging the Muggles and mixed-blood staff to support Moody."
Perkins shrugged. "This old man's guess is that it might have been done by a certain candidate with an awkward identity."
"You mean Barty Crouch?"
"No, Old Barty can't be the Minister. He doesn't want to be either. Becoming the Minister will only lead public opinion to his son. Although it's not obvious, Old Barty loves his son very much. So, he won't do that." Perkins touched his hand. "You might not be able to guess this person. We've all underestimated him..."
"Connelly Foggy." Perkins said the name. "He's a very smart person. The reason why his identity is awkward is that he's not a pureblood to be precise. His surname has been kicked out of the pureblood list a long time ago. However, he's still active in the pureblood circle."
"At the same time, he's successfully mixed into the mixed-blood circle with his ability and has a good relationship with Dumbledore. He even took a picture with Dumbledore at the candy exhibition. It's not easy."
"Foggy looks timid, greedy, and seems to have a lot of shortcomings. However, don't forget that he used to be in the Hogwarts Slytherin Academy. He's a qualified Slytherin."
"His subordinate who was reported in the Daily Prophet previously, the young man named Ryan Jones who escaped. He's the one who's now leading the group to support Moody. He's changed his appearance, but I just happened to recognize him." Perkins touched his chin. "Jones urged everyone to support Moody and spread the other candidates' bad news so that a few candidates would point their fingers at Moody..."
"Then, he let Foggy become the Minister of Magic without being noticed." Perkins nodded. "I actually think it's feasible. As I said, Foggy isn't that simple."
Arthur was stunned. "Perkins!
I really didn't expect this!
Our small office that looks like a broom closet isn't in a good location either. How did you find out about these things?! "
"Arthur, extraordinary intelligence is the greatest wealth of mankind. I don't dare to say how rich I am, but I've been thinking." Perkins patted Arthur's shoulder. "You're a righteous and kind good man, Arthur. You have some amazing qualities. I've always thought so. You're still young, maybe you can become a great person. Even though you're still staying in our inconspicuous little office …"
"Fufufu... You'll make a difference. Not now, but the opportunity will come soon. The future still belongs to you young people." Perkins looked up at the sky.
"Look, it's going to rain again."