What Andrew remembers most vividly is the way she held Andrew's hand - the cold, soft fingers felt a little nervous, just under Andrew's wide, stiff palm, and they were clenched tightly.

Andrew remembers the way she held Andrew's hand firmly, as if she wanted to make sure that Andrew was okay, or to reassure Andrew and tell Andrew that she was still here and that she was not going anywhere.

That's why Andrew had to stick a knife in both sides to help Hermione. She's a good person, and the best.

Andrew returned to Andrew's apartment around noon, and Hermione carried Andrew down the stairs to help him open the door. Crookshank ran up and threw himself at her feet to greet her. Hermione may have had a better sense of balance or something like that, as she didn't stumble like Andrew when Crookhill grinded her. Probably it has something to do with the fact that she is the owner of Crook Mountain.

"Oh my God, Andy. She thought to herself. "Your face looks so bad. She wanted to turn on the light, but the bulb burned out last week, and Andrew hadn't had time to change it. She helped Andrew to sit on the couch and lit a few candles from the residual fire in the stove. "Alright. She said. "I'll help you to bed. “

"Oh, if you want. “

The phone rang. The microphone was within Andrew of his reach, so Andrew picked it up. "I'm Andrew Lee. Andrew muttered.

"Mr. Lee, I'm Bella Randall. Do you remember me?"

Hmph, does any man forget the image of Marilyn Monroe standing in the subway vent and pressing her skirt?Andrew knows that he remembers Bella Randall's eyes, and fantasizes about things that gentlemen shouldn't fantasize.

"Don't you have any clothes on?" Andrew said, surprised after a moment at what he had just said. Whew.

Hermione gave Andrew a mischievous look. She stood up and walked into Andrew's bedroom, busily helping Andrew arrange the sheets, and giving Andrew a little privacy to talk on the phone. Andrew's accident made Hermione completely panicked, and the effect was even better than Andrew originally wanted to lie. It can be seen that feigning illness is more or less effective for any woman.

Bella laughed on the other end of the phone. "I'm in the car right now, maybe I'll be undressed in a minute. Well, I've thought of something that should help you. Can you meet me tonight?"

Andrew rubbed his eyes. Today is Saturday and tonight is Saturday night. Andrew seemed to have something to do tonight.

Leave him to death. Andrew thought to himself. Since Andrew couldn't remember, it meant that the matter was not so important. "No problem. Andrew told her. "Yes. “

She hummed on the phone. "What a gentleman you are. I love it once in a while. Will I go out at seven, OK? Or are you going to come out and see me? How about eight?"

"I have a little other things to do. Andrew said. Andrew was thinking about whether to waste his time. "I can meet you on the corner of my apartment. “

She poured her loud, melodious laughter into Andrew's ears again. "Let's do it. Give me an hour to go home, and I'll take a shower, get dressed up, and then I'll go over and fall into your arms. Sounds good, right?"

"yes, yes. “

She laughed again and hung up without saying goodbye.

Hermione reappeared at the same time that Andrew hung up. "Andy, you can't be on a date with a strange woman, are you?"

"You're just jealous. “

Hermione scoffed. "Please, which onion are you. She used her hand to help Andrew stand up. "Andrew, you are as fragile as a bamboo chopstick, you'd better go to bed first, and then come back to your spring and autumn dreams. “

Andrew put his hand on her shoulder and pushed her back. Andrew's strength was not strong enough, but she stepped back on her own, frowning and asking, "What are you doing?"

"Something. Andrew said as he massaged Andrew's eyes. Something bothered Andrew. Andrew was pretty sure Andrew had forgotten something, something Andrew had said he was going to do on Saturday night. Andrew tried to keep the drug lord wars and the third eye of the three-eyed drug driving people crazy and so on and tried to concentrate.

It didn't take long for Andrew to think of one thing - Monica. Andrew tells her that he will contact her, and Andrew fumbles in his coat pocket, finds Andrew's notebook, and takes it out. Andrew awkwardly opened the notepad and waved at Hermione.

"Candles, I want to see things. “

"Oh my God, Andy. I swear you're just as bad as those sloppy people who like to be stubborn enough to kill themselves. She sighed and handed the candle over. The candlelight stinged Andrew's eyes, and Andrew found Monica's phone number and dialed her.

"Hey?" the boy's voice asked.

"Hi. Andrew said. "Please help me find Monica. “

"Who are you?"

Andrew remembered that he was working for her in secret. "Her cousin, Andrew, the one from Lower County. “

"Good. The imp said. "Wait a minute. Then he didn't even take the microphone off and shouted, "Mom, your cousin Andrew is calling you for a long distance!"

Imp, really cute. Andrew loves kids, just add a little fuel to it - it's perfect.

The imp put down the microphone and ran, his footsteps clanging on the hardwood floor, echoing around Andrew's head, and Andrew had to wait a while for the sound to dissipate into bursts of sting.

After a few moments, there was a bump in the microphone being picked up, followed by Monica's calm, slightly nervous voice, "Uh, hey?"

"I'm Andrew Lee. Andrew told her. "I just wanted you to know that I've found out about you--"

"I'm sorry. She interrupted Andrew. "I don't, uh...... I don't want to know about these things. “

Andrew was surprised and said, "Uh, are you Monica?" and Andrew gave her the phone number.

"Yes, that's right. Her voice was hurried and hurried. "We don't need your help, thank you. “

"Isn't it convenient for you to talk about it now?"

"No, it's not, it's not like that. I just want to cancel my case and stop your services. Don't worry about me. Her voice sounded strange, as if she was forcing a smile.

"Cancel?don't you want me to help you find your husband?, Miss, the deposit--" The phone began to rattle and murmur, sounding indistinct. Andrew felt as if he heard a voice in the background, and then the voice was gone, only a murmur, and for a while Andrew thought the phone was completely disconnected.

Damn rotten phone. However, the phone is usually down on Andrew's side, not the other end, so can the phone be so unstable even in the location of the fault?

"Hey, hey?" Andrew said angrily.

Monica's voice returned. "Don't worry about that money. Really appreciate your help so much. Have a nice day, bye-bye, and thank you. Then she hung up the phone.

Andrew took the microphone away and stared at it, "Inexplicable." Andrew said.

"Andy, it's time to sleep. Hermione said. She took the microphone away from Andrew and put it back on the phone.

"Oh, Mom, it's not dark yet. Wait a minute, and Andrew will be in pain when Hermione helps Andrew to his feet, so he tells a bad joke to distract himself. She helped Andrew to his feet, and Andrew's head hurt again. Andrew limped to the bedroom, and as Andrew lay down in large letters on the cool sheets, Andrew was pretty sure that Andrew would be the one to put down roots.

Hermione took Andrew's temperature and touched Andrew's scalp with her fingers--- her hope of explaining the horrific erosion of the picture of hell through ---Muggle medical knowledge was obviously useless.

She shines a small flashlight in Andrew's eyes, and Andrew hates being photographed the most. She also brought a glass of water for Andrew to drink, and Andrew liked to be fed the most. She also fed Andrew a few aspirin, pronatin, or similar pills.

There are two more things that Andrew remembers that morning. The first thing was for Hermione to help Andrew take off his shirt, shoes, and socks, leaning over and kissing Andrew on the forehead, and touching Andrew by the hair.

Then help Andrew cover the blanket and turn off the lights. Crook Hill climbed into bed and lay at Andrew's feet, as if Andrew was its master. The cat sleeps peacefully.

The second thing Andrew remembers was when Hermione sat on the edge of Andrew's bed, with her back to him, and began to look at a document by candlelight. The phone rang again, and Andrew heard her come back to answer the phone, and she said, "I'm Hermione Granger...."

There was silence.

"Hey?" said Hermione.

A moment later Hermione appeared in the doorway, a small shadow looking down at Andrew. "Typing a mistake. Get some sleep, Andy. “

"There's no way I'm going to sleep, but thank you, Hermione. Andrew smiled at her, or tried to smile at her. Andrew must have looked like a dead man. She returns the favor with a smile from Andrew, who is sure that her smile is even better than Andrew's.

Then she went back to her house. Andrew's room darkened and fell silent. Crook Hill continued to snort serenely in the darkness.

Andrew kept his eyes open, staring at the darkness that surrounded him--- which still haunted Andrew. What did Andrew forget? There was another question that Andrew was not so sensitive about - who was the person on the other end of the phone who didn't want to talk to Hermione? Could it be that Monica wanted to call Andrew back? Why did she want Andrew not to continue with the case and to keep the money?

Andrew continued to think about these things, as well as about the Demon Pattern Formation and other things--- Crookshank's stuffed man's tail swept across his face, another sleepless night.

When the sun wakes up, the sound of thunder is shaking the upstairs house--- a rare rainstorm hits London.

Night really fell, and Andrew had no idea what time it was. Andrew continued to lie on the bed for a moment, confused and a little dizzy. There was a warm place on the futon between his feet, which had been lying on Crook Hill before, but the big gray cat was nowhere to be seen. It is afraid of heavy thunderstorms.

The rain was pouring down, and Andrew heard the sound of the rain hitting the concrete floor outside and Andrew going upstairs above his head. Heavy rain and strong winds caused the whole building to shake and creak, and the wood and building materials shrank gently as if they had the wisdom of an old man, rather than stubbornly confronting them and destroying them. It seems that Andrew can take some inspiration from this.

Andrew got out of bed and shook for a while, looking around for his coat. It was hard to find in the dark at first, but Andrew found Hermione neatly folding the coat and placing it on a chair. There were a few bills scattered on the coat, and there was a napkin next to it, and Andrew lit the candle and saw the following words written on the paper - I went back to the ministry first. The signature is Hermione.

Andrew frowned at the money, trying to ignore the spontaneous gratitude. Andrew picked up his coat, draped it over Andrew's bare chest, and paced barefoot into the living room.

There was another thunderclap, a rumbling sound roaring outside, and Andrew could sense the storm with an ability that many people didn't have, and the vast majority of people who do, would think they were too nervous.

Lightning is primordial energy, throbbing in the clouds without restraint. Andrew felt the water in the rain clouds, blown against the façade of the building by the moving air in the strong wind.

Andrew could feel and expect the flames of deadly lightning to leap between the clouds, looking for the least resistance path to let the eternal and resilient earth withstand the thunderous blow.

All four elements interact and flow, and energy flickers everywhere in different forms. Illusionists who are desperate or stupid will take advantage of the many potential abilities in the storm, and where the ancient forces of nature are noisy and churning, many energies are generated.

Andrew frowned and thought about it, Andrew had never thought in this direction before. Was there a storm on Wednesday night? Yes, there was. Andrew remembers that lightning woke him up hours before dawn. Could it be that our murderer used the storm to infuse energy into his spells? It's worth investigating. This kind of borrowed magic is often unstable or too violent when used for a purpose that needs to be carefully targeted.

Another flash of lightning flashed, and Andrew counted three to four seconds before he heard a boom. If the murderer had taken advantage of the storm to commit the crime, and if he wanted to commit another crime, he would have chosen today. Andrew was stunned, he felt a roar heard from --- demons in the distance.

"Crookshan?" Andrew called to it. "Are you hungry? man, I'm going to grill a hamburger, it's delicious. “

Another flash of lightning, this time closer, followed by thunder. The flash was bright enough to brighten Andrew's half-sunken window, causing Andrew to take a few steps back. But it was because of this light that Andrew saw Crook Mountain.

The cat was on a bookshelf in the far corner of Andrew's apartment - trying to get as far away from Andrew's front door as possible. It was looking at the door, its eyes glowing in the middle darkness. It has the lazy appearance of a typical idle cat, with its ears tilted forward, staring firmly at the door. If its tail was still there, it would be wagging at this point.

At this moment, there was a knock at the door of Andrew's apartment.

Eighty percent of the thunderstorms made Andrew nervous, and Andrew used his intuition to probe and feel if there was any danger lurking. The storm messed everything up and brought noises of all kinds, and these physical and sensory distractions prevented Andrew from discerning more than a person at the door.

Andrew reached into his coat pocket and fumbled for the gun – though Andrew later remembered leaving it in the lab last night and hadn't taken it to the police station together. The cops don't really like any armed non-insiders in the bureau, don't ask Andrew why. All in all, Andrew can't get that gun right now.

Then Andrew thought it was almost time for Bella Randall to arrive. If she's really, then Andrew might have a boring affair, but as Andrew sees at the airport, this Bella is clearly hiding something, and she's trying to mislead Andrew by disguise.

Andrew walked over and opened the door, smoothing his hair back with his hand to make himself look looking forward to the upcoming meeting.

Tale waited outside in the rain, holding a black umbrella in his hand. She wears a khaki raincoat with an expensive black dress underneath and a pair of high heels. Pearls glistened on her neck and earlobes, and she looked at Andrew in surprise when he appeared in the doorway. "Andy?"

Andrew looked straight at her. Andrew forgot his date with Senior Tale. He had forgotten about it completely..... By this means, even if there are the Ministry of Magic, the police, vampires, demonic formations, poisonous bugs, gang bosses, and Death Eaters who are ready to attack...... It's nothing.

Well, that's not right. Eighty percent is because there is no woman beautiful enough to make Andrew remember it forever. But even so, Andrew was a bit rude.

"Hi, Tale. Andrew said awkwardly, staring behind her. Tale was saying what time was she? nine o'clock, and what about Bella? Eight o'clock -- no, wait a minute. She said eight o'clock first, but then she said that she would come back in an hour, and it would be nine o'clock.

Tale stared at Andrew as if she were reading a book, glancing back in the rain, then turning her head to look at Andrew. "Andy, are you waiting for someone else?"

"Not counted. Andrew told her. "Uh, well, sort of. Come on in, you're soaking wet. That's only half true. It was Andrew, who was drenching wet, his feet were wet without shoes, and he was still standing in the open doorway, and the wind was blowing the rain down the stairs towards Andrew.

Tale slanted into a sly grin, and she put her umbrella away and walked past Andrew and through the door. "Is this the apartment you live in?"

"It's not. Andrew told him. "This is my summer resort in Switzerland. She watched as Andrew closed the door and helped her hang her coat on the old coat rack on the porch.

After Andrew hung up his coat, Tale turned away. Her backless dress showed off the curves of her back, all the way down to her waist, and she looked graceful.

She walked past Andrew and wanted Andrew to stare at her back for a moment, then walked over to the stove and slowly turned to face Andrew and smirked, letting one of his round buttocks rest on the couch.

She wore her black hair tied up on her head, revealing her slender neck, and her skin was synonymous with pink carving. Her lips were raised upwards and she winked at Andrew with deep eyes. "Andy, did the police make you work overtime?" she said slowly. "This murder must have been sensational, the gangster was murdered by magic. Would you like to make a statement?"

Andrew frowned, she still wanted to dig up some information for the Owl Post. "Of course. Andrew told her. Her eyes widened in surprise. "I need to take a shower first. Andrew said. "I'll be right back. Crookshan, help me greet this young lady, okay?"

Tale gave Andrew a roll of his eyes, then looked at Crookshan, who was sitting high on the bookshelf. As for Crookshan, it continued to stare at the doorway with trembling ears.

Another flash of lightning streaked overhead.

Andrew lit some candles for her and took one of them to the bathroom. Bella Randall will be here in a minute, and you'll have to find a way to get Tale not to find out about the murderer.