"So, the murder case at the Hanged Ghost Inn is finally solved?" The white-bearded old man picked up the teacup and shook it gracefully. The liquid in the teacup sizzled.
The painting on the wall gave him a disapproving look. "Headmaster Dumbledore, is your teacup filled with hot tea?"
"Ahem, what else could it be, Darius?" Dumbledore took a sip and waved his wand to make the teacup circle in front of the painting.
Darius, the former headmaster and healer, saw that it was indeed hot tea, or at least it looked that way.
She smiled and nodded. "That's good, Headmaster Dumbledore. Muggles' drinks are high in sugar, and unlike magic candies, they can't prevent tooth decay. If you take too much, you'll get a toothache in the middle of the night like last time."
Anna, who was sitting on the small sofa in the headmaster's office, almost spat out the cola in her mouth. She coughed for a while, and Dumbledore handed her a handkerchief like a gentleman. "Thank you, Headmaster Dumbledore." Anna finally recovered and put the teacup on the table.
"The murderer at the Hanged Ghost Inn has been caught. After the Auros took the unconscious Hulk, ahem, Madam Mary under control, they joined forces with the staff of the Memory Erasing Department to start erasing memories. The London Police Force's Auro Liaison Department also sent Muggle police officers. They brought truth-telling serum for Muggles, and they soon found the murderer —"
"Sandy, the best friend of the innkeeper!
In fact, I already guessed it was that lady, and even knew her modus operandi. But at that time, I didn't know why she killed … "
Anna showed an excited expression of sharing gossip with others. Dumbledore also leaned forward a little and showed his curiosity. "The deceased Dott and the murderer, Sandy, maintained an improper and unblessed relationship. This relationship lasted for a long time!"
"Wow," Headmaster Dumbledore commented, shaking his head. "That's not good."
"And, most importantly, Sandy didn't do it willingly!
Dott had something on her. I have to say, the deceased Dott was not a good person either! "
Anna crossed her arms and said, "He's mastered the 'truth-spitting' effect of the Fire Ash Snake Egg and the Fool's Mushroom. Even if there's only a tiny amount of magic in those materials, it's still enough to influence Muggles. That's why Dott can make people spit out the truth even though he's not a wizard."
"The Auros found a large amount of Fool's Mushroom powder on Dott's body. The murderer, Sandy, discovered Dott's secret and poisoned him. While Dott was unconscious, she asked him a question. Dott did not give her an answer she wanted, so Sandy decided to kill him."
"Oh?
What did the murderer, Sandy, ask? "Dumbledore looked at Anna with interest.
"She asked Dot if he really loved his wife — poor Mrs. Penny, Dot's wife and the best friend of the murderer, Sandy!"
Anna was so excited that she almost jumped out of her chair. She desperately wanted someone else to eat this melon. By the way, she had already let the twins and Belinda eat this melon several times.
"The murderer, Sandy, asked Dot if he loved his wife?
Hmm? "
Dumbledore began to comb his beard as if he was sorting out his thoughts. He squinted his eyes and said, "Does Sandy's secret … have something to do with Dot's wife?"
"Yes, Headmaster Dumbledore!" Anna clapped her hands. "Their relationship is very complicated!
It's so dramatic that people might think they're acting out a Shakespearean play! "
"That's indeed very complicated. Fufufu …" Dumbledore nodded.
"Complicated?
That's called stupidity, stupid Muggles. "A disdainful sneer came from the hanging picture. It was obvious that it was the former headmaster Blake. He sat arrogantly on a sofa and flicked the non-existent dust off his robe." That group of dust still wants to use magic materials that they can't control at all — ridiculous! "
"If you ask me, these magic materials should be under the control of the Ministry of Magic. The Muggles shouldn't have access to them. Power that doesn't belong to them will encourage their greed. They'll try to control this power to satisfy their endless desires — they'll do anything."
It seemed that our former headmaster Blake had a very thorough analysis of human desires. Anna shook her legs. She did not like the former headmaster Blake's attitude. He was too arrogant. In his words, it seemed that wizards had broken away from the vulgar interests of human beings. Only human Muggles had desires, and noble wizards did not.
In fact, that was not the case. Wizards and Muggles did not have reproductive isolation, so they were still of the same species. They were all humans, so they should have desires.
Anna did not speak. She did not want to spend a lot of time persuading the former headmaster Blake at this time, because the former headmaster Blake's' pure-blood wizard supremacy 'was too stubborn. In his mind, the concept of' pure-blood wizard 'was difficult to change. Therefore, Anna decided to adopt the principle of' reasonable, beneficial, and restrained 'and prepare for a long-term battle.
"Magic materials are indeed dangerous to Muggles, but they're also dangerous to wizards, Phineas." Headmaster Dumbledore coughed. "Although you've shown disdain, it seems to me that you're also interested in these 'stupid' Muggle stories. Perhaps you should be quiet and avoid interrupting the little lady who's telling us stories."
In other words, Phineas was saying, "You can eat melons if you want, but don't talk nonsense."
Phineas Blake seemed to be offended. He shouted, "I'm not interested in these stupid stories at all!" He knocked over the chessboard on the coffee table and hurried away from the hanging picture.
Former Headmaster Moore, who was sitting on another sofa in the hanging picture, looked in the direction Blake left and sneered. "The next time I play wizard chess with him, I'll be a giant monster!"
That's right. Former Headmaster Blake left angrily just to maintain his record of never losing a game of wizard chess. Phineas did not like to lose, especially in wizard chess.
"Don't worry about our runaway Headmaster Blake. He's probably looking for someone to drink with." Dumbledore smiled helplessly at Anna, then opened a small drawer of the wooden table and looked for something inside. "How's your mother's game?
The battle of the spirits? "
"Oh, it's pretty good. She won first place. When the other contestants were so frightened by the red giant that they were foaming at the mouth and fainting on the ground, she was still able to carry my brother and run away. Of course, the program crew was cast with a Forgotten Spell, and the footage recorded by the camera was changed."
"In the changed footage, my mother won the game according to the normal process. She found some fungus in Liddell Castle and reasonably claimed that the Liddell family died because of the fungus. At the same time, she clarified that the Liddell family's gardener, Mr. Frank Bryce, did not do anything illegal."
Dumbledore stopped his rummaging. "Mr. Frank who was wrongly accused of being a suspect?
Moody mentioned this in his letter to me. The chivalrous Mr. Frank wanted to go to the prison to see the murderer of the Liddell family — "
"But some forces in the Ministry of Magic objected. In their view, this is an ordinary Muggle trying to get in touch with the world of magic, which will cause a lot of unnecessary trouble. It's best to let Frank forget about it." Dumbledore threw out a question. "What do you think?
Anna? "
"I think we should let Frank meet the murderer." Anna thought for a moment. "This is not Frank trying to get in touch with the world of magic."
This view was also a misunderstanding among the higher-ups of the Ministry of Magic. They were also arrogant and thought that any Muggle who saw magic would go after it and lose their minds. In fact, Frank might only have a mentality of staying away from magic.
"He was forcibly implicated by the world of magic. The case committed by the wizards affected his life. The Ministry of Magic didn't close the case in time, so this poor man lived alone with the name of a suspect for decades. It would be unfair if we don't compensate him."
And if this matter was handled well, it would not only be a symbolic event to promote the peaceful development of Muggles and wizards, but it would also help to rope in Muggle wizards. Now that it was the election period for the Minister of Magic, the candidates would not give up this opportunity. After all, there were quite a lot of Muggle wizards in the Ministry of Magic.
"Connelly Foggy is facilitating this matter. Fufu … Maybe you're not familiar with him, but if you want to participate in the guessing contest in the Prophet's daily newspaper, you can try to choose his name." Dumbledore smiled and began to look for something in the pile of documents on the table.
"You think he will be the next Minister?"
Anna knew the result in advance. It was indeed Foggy. She couldn't help but wonder how Dumbledore knew.
"It's very likely. Foggy is not simple." Dumbledore winked mysteriously. Then, he patted his head and walked to the soft cushion where the phoenix Fox was nesting. He muttered, "I was wondering why I couldn't find him …"
"This." He reached out and pulled out a warm letter from under Fox's stomach. "The Ministry of Magic sent me a letter, and it mentioned something about you."