"Who is it?" Sandru said with a solemn expression, facing the position of the bushes, and roared angrily, "Sneaky!"

I saw Sandru clenching his fists, his upper and lower muscles tense, and some of his hair standing up, ready to transform into Animagus at any time.

Then, a middle-aged man, who looked lost, slowly emerged from the bushes, carrying an old double-barreled shotgun, but the muzzle of the shotgun hung down to the ground.

Jon may have seen such a decadent man for the first time in his life-

He must have been less than forty years old, but half of his hair had grown old and gray, his riding boots and trousers were covered with dust, as if they had not been washed in days, and what made him even more pitiful was his face, full of wrinkles and exhaustion, which had not closed his eyes for dozens of hours......

"Who are you?" Sandru's voice couldn't help but feel a little more sympathetic.

"Joseph Pistol. The middle-aged man's hoarse voice spoke, "This town - the mayor of Gileu...... At the same time, he is also a father. ”

Hearing this, Jon couldn't help but turn around slowly and look directly into the middle-aged man's eyes...... He asked softly, "Miss Gina Pistol, what is the relationship with you......"

"You are standing next to my daughter now, standing in front of her grave......" Tears could not stop welling up in the eyes of the middle-aged man, and he whimpered and said, "Gina...... My only child...... She's not yet fifteen......"

"I'm sorry. Jon spread his hands.

Mr. Pistol took a dirty handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes: "You have been at her grave for so long...... Do you know the real cause of Gina's death...... Please, gentlemen, tell me...... Tell the truth to a grieving, angry, vengeful father!"

Sandru looked at Jon at a loss.

"I think I'd be glad to do so, sir. Jon replied calmly, "No one would refuse a vengeful father...... If you're willing to find a quiet tavern, that's even better. ”

......

It is indeed a very quiet tavern.

Located on the westernmost side of the town of Gilleou, it is almost impossible to get a meal.

The owner of the tavern was an old lady who seemed to be well acquainted with Mr. Pistor...... Mr. Pistol whispered a few words, and she closed the door to the tavern.

Sandru was still a little uneasy, and carefully checked around.

"If you're not at ease, you can go to the sky and keep watch for us. Jon smiled at him.

"That's not necessary. Sandru smiled as well, and then lowered his voice: "Mr. Patrick, do we really have to tell him ......"

"You're saying it seems to be a violation of the International Wizarding Secrecy Act?" Jon waved his hand at him, "Rules are meant to be broken, aren't they......"

“...... Moreover, I am skeptical about the law enforcement capabilities of the Romanian Ministry of Magic. Jon added.

The communication between the two was low, at least not for the third person present.

Mister Pistol looked at Jon and Sandru wistfully, his hands trembling slightly.

"We should ......," he said, confused.

"Tell me what you know, Mr. Pistol. Jon said indifferently, "Everything you know ......"

"There haven't been wolves around the town of Gilvu for thirty years, I can swear...... Gina is a sensible child, and she won't be able to go off the wrong road on her way home!" the mayor's expression suddenly became excited, and he said tremblingly, "And my daughter is very healthy and has never had any heart disease...... The medical examiners insisted that she had a heart attack......"

"It wasn't the wolves that killed Miss Pistol, it was the werewolves, and the final fatal injury was not an acute heart attack, but a spell. Jon said calmly.

Seeing Mr. Pistol's stunned look, Jon added, "You can treat us both as psychopaths, Mr. Pistol, and when we just talk gibberish in front of you, then we'll leave immediately, and you can ...... too."

"I choose to trust you. Pistol said in a low voice, "Because the results of the examination given to me by the medical examiner are unacceptable to me, I would rather accept some seemingly absurd reasons." ”

"Very good, wise choice. Jon smiled and nodded.

"Was it a werewolf who killed my daughter?" A flash of anger flashed in the corner of the mayor's eyes, "So ...... your identity?"

"Exorcist, witcher, or night watchman......" Jon said casually, "roughly what it means......"

“...... The real murderer of your daughter is a werewolf named 'Fenrir Greyback'. He added: "He was also one of the goals of my trip...... However, he now has dozens of werewolf companions by his side. ”

"Bite her, and spell to kill her...... That werewolf did it?" asked Pistol, grimacing.

Jon hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

By communicating with Gina Pistol's ghost, Jon is naturally well aware of the truth about her death...... The killing curse that killed her originated from a werewolf named "Remus Lupin". However, at that time, Gina had already bitten her throat and struggled in pain for dozens of minutes, and it was impossible to survive if she remained in the hands of the werewolves, and she would only suffer more terrible torture...... Lupin kills her directly, but instead gives her a relief.

So, Jon hid it from Mr. Pistol.

......

"Mr. Patrick, how can I help you?" said Mayor Pistol, his face grimacing, the decadence and exhaustion on his face swept away.

"Of course...... For example, can you tell me about the local rumors about vampires in Transylvania?" Jon asked, lowering his voice.

"Vampire...... We've always thought of them as legends. Mr. Pistol replied honestly, "When I was a child, my grandmother told me a lot of stories about vampires...... But I've always thought it was child-scare...... We haven't heard of a single attack resembling a vampire in the last fifty years......"

"The last fifty years......" Jon muttered.

It's no wonder that fifty years ago, Tom Riddle's predecessors, in order to gain the friendship of the Skanderbeg family, slaughtered the vampires of Transylvania up and down, and even chopped off the head of their leader and brought it back...... After that great injury, the local vampires must have stopped a lot.

"So...... What about the rumors from fifty years ago?" Jon continued.