"Did you have lunch?" asked Hermione.

"Huh?"

She asked the same question again.

"Not yet. Andrew said.

"Then don't eat it. She was silent for a moment, and when she spoke again, her tone sounded a little gloomy. "It's bad. “

"Xiaomin, how bad is it?"

Her voice softened, which scared Andrew more than any bloody or violent death image. Hermione was of course an unusually tough girl--- at that prom, Hermione beat Ron and Harry, they drank a lot, and finally Andrew had to send the three of them back to the dorm one by one with a spell----- she was quite proud of her for never showing weakness.

"Very bad, Andy. Please don't delay too long, the Special Crime Unit is trying to get involved in this case, and I know you don't like it when someone destroys the scene before you investigate. “

"I'll go over here. Andrew told her, standing up and putting on his coat.

"Seventh floor. She reminded Andrew. "See you later. “

"Good. “

"Who are you talking to on the phone?" Luna came out of her bedroom with sleepy eyes, dressed in printed pajamas, looking like a middle school student, her hair like thatch that had dried up for centuries in the desert.

"It's Hermione, I need to help her go to a scene, don't you have to go to the store today?"

"Ah, I forgot, there must be something else...."

Andrew pulled the curtains open, the bright sunlight poured down, and said goodbye to Luna, he walked out the door, the smile on his face quickly disappearing, and he locked the door with a frown.

Andrew didn't know how much time it would take to investigate Hermione's scene, but Andrew was really worried about something else---- the information that little Barty had come from this time was getting more and more dangerous, the Dark Lord had entered the darkest area of the Dark Wizard, if the Dark Lord was still shackled before, now he has completely fallen.

Andrew walked down the stairs, the empty stairwell echoing with the sound of his shoes and the concrete floor. Andrew rarely takes the elevator, and although the apartment is on the fifth floor, as mentioned above: wizards can have an unpredictable effect on any electronics, and they always break when Andrew needs them most.

In addition, Andrew has some other thoughts--- if he wants to use magic to get rid of one or two wizards he doesn't like, then of course he doesn't want to be caught, although this is not so righteous, not even so legitimate, but just as Andrew has been living in that world--- hell is heaven, the world is full of demons--- fortunately, the only practicing wizard hired by the police who can keep up with Andrew is Hermione Granger, oh, by the way, maybe Neville Longbottom is also one, but you must know that the reason why Neville gave up the opportunity to stay in school to teach was to follow Andrew's advice.

Neville is such a brave boy!

Andrew felt that his chances of winning in the stairwell would be better than in the airtight elevator--- the picture of hell was now completely integrated with his body, and as Andrew's magic increased, the picture of hell continued to strengthen--- Queen Anne warned him that if he could not resist the temptation of the will to destroy, he would open the door of the apocalypse.

That's why Andrew didn't continue to practice and then become the strongest wizard in the world and establish a dictatorship to save the world--- the only result of doing so was to let the Great Darkness fall.

Perhaps, but invisible demons won't let go of the opportunity to eat you just because you're nervous.

Hermione Granger was waiting for Andrew outside the old thirteen-story hotel. Hermione is the same age as Andrew, Andrew was a handsome guy when he was in school, and now he looks even more handsome, although he is a little raunchy.

Hermione changed her hairstyle and looked more capable and mature--- you know, she dealt with some extremely serious cases, a little girl who was less than twenty years old, it was really difficult for people to feel safe, so Hermione sometimes had to use Transfiguration to modify her appearance slightly.

Andrew had dark hair and dark eyes, Hermione's fluffy brown curls were carefully groomed, and her brown eyes were staring at his notebook.

It was a cool and windy day, just like a normal March day. She wore a long coat that covered the top of her trousers. Hermione didn't like to wear formal clothes, and although many people thought that a top student like Hermione should be a well-behaved person, Andrew knew very well --- what kind of restless soul Hermione had lived in them because they had ---been classmates for many years.

In order to adapt to her current job, Hermione trained her physical fitness. This is evident from the trophies of the two amateur taekwondo competitions in her office - although she has not reached a black belt, she has more than enough to eliminate one or two little hooligans and --- taekwondo witches....

Her shoulder-length hair fluttered in the spring breeze. She didn't wear earrings, and she only wore a little powder, making it difficult to tell if she was wearing makeup. She's not so much a tough consulting wizard detective as she looks more like a likable star.

"Andrew, don't you have any other coats to wear? I remember Luna just bought you a few spring clothes the other day, don't you like it?" Andrew asked dissatisfiedly as she walked to the distance where she could say hello.

Several police cars were illegally parked in front of the building. She glanced at Andrew's eyes for about half a second, and then quickly moved away, for which Andrew had to praise her, because she had lasted longer than most people--- the picture of hell made Andrew immune to all spiritual magic attacks, because he himself had to deal with the erosion of the will to destroy all the time, and any magic that wanted to invade his consciousness had to pass the baptism of the will to destroy first--- so when ordinary wizards stared into Andrew's eyes, they would see all kinds of visions, and Hermione was no exception--- but Hermione liked to challenge herself。

Andrew tries to avoid letting others get hurt like this, but Hermione likes to challenge herself, and she asks Andrew to allow her to look him in the eye, and Andrew can only reveal the power of destruction slightly.

Andrew looked down at the black canvas dust coat with a wide hood and sleeves and arms that looked like a wizard's robe. "Is there anything wrong with this coat? this is the Auror's dragon skin suit that I modified with three transformation spells, and it can resist many evil spells. Dragonskin is very resistant to magic, you don't know how hard I wasted..."

"That doesn't do anything other than make you look like a homeless man on the streets of London, even if you like the protection of dragon skin, you can wear it inside, since you can transform them..."

"Isn't that too much trouble, besides, I'm already beautiful enough, and if I wear it prettierly, won't I not give others a way to live?" Andrew said with a smile.

Hermione couldn't help but chuckle. "Okay, whatever you want, Qiu is your real girlfriend anyway, she can do it if she wants...."Then, she turned on her heels and walked towards the main entrance of the hotel.

Andrew caught up and walked slightly ahead of her.

She quickened her pace, and so did Andrew. Andrew competed to see who would make it to the front gate first, and the two walked faster and faster, through the puddles left by last night's rain.

Andrew has longer legs, so he arrived first. Andrew opened the door for her and invited her in a gentlemanly manner. Andrew's values may be a bit outdated, but Andrew is an old-fashioned man who believes that men should not just think of women as shorter, thin, breasted men.

Andrew is happy to treat women as independent beings, they are ladies, help them open the door, pay the bills when they eat together, and give flowers...... Etcetera.

This did not please Hermione, who was certainly a feminist, and an evolutionary feminist. Hermione thinks that any preferential treatment that emphasizes that she is a girl is just as annoying as discrimination, is an outright cult, a complete false feminism, and only makes women have a lower status.

When Andrew stood there and opened the door, she glared at him, but there was a sense of peace and relaxation in his eyes. She was strangely comforted by this ritual of Andrews, and every time she found out about it, she was even more annoyed.

But just how bad is it on the seventh floor?

The two of them took the elevator and suddenly there was silence. Andrew and Hermione were quite familiar with each other, so this kind of silence was not very comfortable. Andrew knew Hermione well and could use his intuition to capture her emotions and thought patterns – as long as Andrew was with someone for a while, he could build that intuition. Andrew suspects that his ability to perceive comes from a picture of hell--- knowing that every demon's talent is the ability to perceive human nature, grasp weaknesses, and then lure them to perdition.

Intuition told Andrew Hermione to be nervous, as tight as the strings of a piano. Although she didn't show it on her face, you could feel it from the posture of her shoulders and neck, as well as the stiffness of her back.

Perhaps Andrew projected this feeling onto her, and the closed feeling of the elevator made Andrew a little nervous. Andrew licked his lips and looked around the elevator, where Andrew and Hermione's shadows fell on the floor, looking as if they were crawling there. There was also something that bothered Andrew, a restless instinctive reaction--- since the last time Queen Anne temporarily sealed the destructive power in his body with the power of a demigod, Andrew hadn't felt this palpitation for a long time--- it seemed that countless sirens about danger went off at the same time.

As the elevator slowed down, she exhaled forcefully, inhaling another big breath before the elevator doors opened, as if she was going to hold her breath on this floor until she returned to the elevator.

The smell of blood has a sticky, metal-like smell that fills the air when the elevator doors open. Andrew's eyes flashed red--- the sound of demons cheering--- Andrew followed Hermione out of the elevator and down the hallway, passing several uniformed policemen, all of whom knew Andrew, and waved to Andrew as he passed by, without asking to check the small and thin card that the city government gave to Andrew.

Indeed, in a large city unit like the London Police, there are still a few non-formal and extremely famous righteous warriors who live in 221b Baker Street, even if there are no strange non-personnel like the Wizard Detective.

Hermione entered the room first, and the subtle smell of blood began to thicken, but there was nothing terrible behind the first door. The outer room of this suite is a living room in a vibrant red and gold palette that looks like a set from an old thirties movie – extravagant, but somewhat fake.

The chair was clad in bright black leather, and Andrew's feet sank into the thick iron-gray pile carpet. The velvet curtains had been pulled up, and although the lights were all on, the place was a little too dark, and the texture and color were a little too sensual; this was not the kind of room you'd want to sit and read. The voice came from the doorway to Andrew's right.

"Wait here. Hermione told Andrew as she walked through the door to the right of the hallway, where she entered what Andrew guessed was the suite's bedroom.

Andrew gently stroked his wand pouch to make sure he didn't cast a horrific spell that would destroy the entire hotel in an instant. He scanned the room again, leather sofas, two leather chairs, and a glossy black audiovisual center with stereo and TV. The champagne bottle was de-iced in a box filled with water that was supposed to be ice cubes last night, with two empty glasses next to it. There was a rose petal on the ground, out of place with the carpet---- there was no trace of the presence of a soul, and if a murder did happen here, the poor soul would go straight to the next part of the adventure.

A small piece of satin peeks peeked out from underneath the leather chaise longue on the side. Andrew bent down to pick up the cloth in one hand, careful not to touch anything else. It turned out to be a black satin panties, with small triangles with tight bands at each apex, and one of them was separated from the pants as if it had been torn off.

The stereo was quite advanced, but not a very expensive brand. Andrew pulled a pencil out of his pocket and pressed the "play" button on the end of the eraser. Soft, sensual music permeates the room, with muffled bass, gripping drums, contentless vocals, and the gasps of women in the background.

The music lasted for a few seconds, then paused for about two seconds, and then repeated repeatedly.

Andrew grimaced. As Fang just said, Andrew has this effect on machines. This is definitely related to wizards, which sometimes causes a lot of trouble for Andrew to find out the truth. The more delicate and advanced the model, the more likely it is that something will go wrong when Andrew gets closer. Andrew can scrap a photocopier in less than a minute.

"Love-love suite. A man's voice, and deliberately dragged out the end of the word love. "What do you think, guest?"

"Hey! Officer Lucas. Andrew said without turning his head. Lucas's subtle, nasal voice was special.

He was Hermione's partner and fierce skeptic---- and an ordinary Muggle who didn't believe in the wizarding world at all, insisting that it was just a matter of a child's bedtime story---- believing that Andrew was nothing more than a god who was constantly tricking the people of the city government out of the way.

"Are you going to keep the stereo and take it home, or just to observe?" Lucas looked at Andrew unkindly.

He looked like a typical handsome British guy, but his bloodshot eyes ruined the beauty, his jacket was wrinkled, and his tie was stained with food, which could not hide his cleverness. He was a shrewd workaholic detective---- otherwise he would not have been personally chosen by the female minister to represent the Muggle government in this secret organization---- he was a persevering and determined young detective.