"Lee. Hermione said impatiently. "Wake up. “

Andrew blinked. "I didn't fall asleep. Andrew slurred. "Just close your eyes and take a break. “

She snorted. "Come on, Harry. She shoved a plastic cup into Andrew's hand. She had already made a cup of coffee for Andrew, and eighty percent of it had a ton of sugar added to it, which was exactly the flavor that Andrew liked. Although the coffee is a little off-flavored, it still smells like heaven.

"What an angel you are. Andrew whispered. Andrew took a sip and nodded toward the row of cubicles. "Are you going to listen in your office?"

Andrew felt like she was looking at Andrew as he drank coffee. "Okay. She said. "Let's go. Also, coffee costs five cents, Andy. “

Andrew followed her to her office, a place that had been randomly built out of splints, with no doors straight. A piece of tape was taped to the doorway, on which were neatly written a few words in black bizarre pen: "Inspector Hermione Granger". The wooden planks on the door had a rectangular area of lighter color, and there was originally a sign of another unlucky policeman. The fact that the door didn't even bother to rehang the new sign clearly shows how bizarre the position of the leader of the Special Investigation Team is.

The furniture in her office and the entire interior are a contrast to the outside. Her dark desk and chair were shiny and new. The computer was always on, next to the full set of stationery on her left. A bulletin board almost covers an entire small wall, on which the most recent cases are lined up in an orderly manner.

Hogwarts graduation photos (Hermione used a trick to make Muggles only see still photos), a photo with Andrew, and a photo of the female Prime Minister are all on the wall on the right-hand side when they enter the office.

If you're standing at her desk, or sitting in a chair at the desk, the loot is right in front of your face. That's Hermione – methodical, straightforward, gritty, and just a little aggressive.

"Wait a minute. Hermione told Andrew. Andrew waited at the door of the office as usual, while she walked in and turned off and unplugged the computer and radio on the desk. Hermione was well aware of the various disasters caused by wizards when they approached the machine--- perhaps because of Hermione's physical problems, she was a witch, but the impact on electrical appliances was not as uncontrollable as Andrew's. When she was done, Andrew walked in.

Andrew sat down and grunted as he drank more coffee. She sat quietly at her desk, looking at Andrew, squinting into her eyes.

She wore the same simple dress on Saturday as she usually did to go to work - dark trousers and a dark shirt that set off her blond hair and youthful face. Quite pretty. Andrew, on the other hand, looked listless in wrinkled sweatpants and a T-shirt, a black coat, and a messy hair.

"Okay, Andy. She said. "What do you have to tell me?"

Andrew took the last sip of his coffee, held back his yawn, and put the cup on the table. When Andrew spoke, she silently inserted a coaster under the cup. "I've been busy all night. Andrew said in a gentle tone. "I don't have much time to study that spell. And according to the results of my current research, it is almost impossible to use it on one person, let alone two people at the same time. “

She looked at Andrew with wide eyes. "It's almost impossible not to tell me anything. You know better than I do how much magic we've never touched in the forbidden section of Hogwarts, how terrifying, and how much more dark magic there is. “

"Of course, as you said, a lot of black magic, but almost all magic has to follow rules, basic rules, like they have to have a proper source of magic..."Andrew whispered. "I'm just getting started. You should know better than I do about these basic theories. These things don't just because exams don't exist, they still rule the wizarding world----, and you have to remember that to understand all the minutiae. “

Her eyes widened. She put her hand on the desk and said in a very reasonable tone, "Well, this is not like the words that came out of your mouth, I always thought you were a man of no faith. “

Andrew rubbed his eyes again. "No, at least I believe in myself. ”

The two were slightly silent, and Hermione leaned over to Anrew, who continued, "You see, whoever did this, he must have used blood magic, Andrew is sure of that. He took what was necessary for the victim and created a connection with them. Then they used ritual dolls or sacrificial animals and the like, pulled out their symbolic hearts, and injected them with tremendous energy to make the same thing happen to the victims. “

"Hmm... Andy, what you're talking about is pretty much the same as the plot of the movie we watched before.... It's a pity that we're not making up stories, we need evidence. “

"I'm about to get there, I'm about to get there. Andrew said. "The amount of energy it takes to do this is amazing. Achieving such an effect on a creature may be harder than causing a small earthquake. It is impossible for a normal wizard to do the same thing without dying--- unless he is Tom Riddle or Getler Drinkwater. “

"And you, Andy.... Are you making yourself a suspect?" the corners of Hermione's mouth suddenly tilted to the side.

Andrew shrugged: "I mean I have enough mana to deal with a person in that way, but a wizard with such ability, to kill such two No-Majs, there is no need to be so troublesome... As far as I know, I have at least a hundred ways to kill both of them, effortlessly. “

"You mean that there was a wizard with great power who took the most troublesome method and killed two Muggles?"

"It's basically like that, it's unbelievable, but it's the only way it makes sense. Of course, it's also possible that there is someone who is particularly good at this kind of thing. Primal magic isn't the only thing that limits magic, it's also concentration. The more focused you are, the more you can concentrate your magic in one place at the same time, and the better the effect of the magic will be. It's as if an ancient martial arts master was smashing a tree trunk with his hands. He may not be able to hold a puppy aloof over his head, but he can concentrate his martial arts to a staggering effect. “

Hermione glanced at Andrew and nodded. "Okay. She said. "I think I got it, so I'm looking for a wizard's version of a madman ogre or something. “

"There is another possibility. Andrew said, holding up a finger. "Several wizards cast spells at the same time, gathering their magic together at the same time and then using it all at once. Andrew said this, Andrew looked down at the Yi Pan on his wrist--- if a complex magic pattern formation could certainly do it, but then the situation could be worse. "Teamwork, teamwork, that's a possibility. “

"More than one killer. Hermione said slowly. "I can't find one, and now you're telling me there might be fifty. “

"Thirteen. Andrew corrected her. "There's no way more than thirteen. But I don't think it's likely, it's more troublesome--- reconciling the magic of multiple wizards, it's more complicated than the magic itself. Everyone in the magic circle had to cast that spell without any doubts or reservations. And they must trust each other completely, a camaraderie that is not seen among the average gang killer. This kind of thing is rare, except for some form of fanaticism, like a cult or a political organization. “

"Cult. Hermione said. She massaged her eyes. "If the news gets out, the Owl Post will have a chance to show its talents. It seems that the Death Eaters must have something to do with this--- they can muster enough of them, and maybe they happen to know about this blood magic, but they are much better at the Reap Curse and the Imperius Curse, so why do they do this..."Hermione mused.

Andrew shook his head--- he wasn't very interested in the matter, he recalled meeting the vampire "friendly", and continued, "Wrong, your investigation is completely in the wrong direction. The murderer didn't kill the student and Byrne's men in order to get rid of the vampire. “

"How do you know?"

"I've seen that vampire. Andrew replied.

"Andy!"

Andrew ignored her anger. "Xiaomin, you know that she won't tell you half a word. She is a monster of old ideas and will never cooperate with the authorities. “

"And then she really talked to you?" Hermione asked, "I can't, and she's not going to pay attention to you."

"Hmm... It was true that the start was not very smooth, but .... You know. “

"Well, in front of you, the laws and codes are completely non-existent, so that even if you get something useful, the judge will not accept it. Hermione said.

Andrew ignored Hermione's complaints, and continued, "The vampire had nothing to do with that, she doesn't know who is going to do this." She was nervous and scared. "I didn't mention that she was delusional.

"So someone wants to deliver a message – but not to vampires?"

"It's for Byrne, former Agent Bourne. Andrew confirmed.

"Gangs are fighting in the streets. Hermione said. "And now there's an organized group of people involved in illusions, mafia-level spells. Oh, my God. She tapped her heel against the edge of the table.

"Gang wars. Three-eyed medicine head vs. traditional medicine, right?"

She stared at Andrew for a moment. "Yes. Hermione said. "Yes, that's right. How do you know? We've been blocking the media for a while. “

"This guy I just met was ruined by Three-Eyed. But some of the things he said made me think that Three-Eyes wasn't exactly rubbish, that the medicine was real. Only a very, very bad wizard would produce such a large amount of this medicine. “

Hermione's blue eyes sparkled, "So, the guy who offered the three eyes to the street--"

"--It's to kill the Far Eastern students and Bourne's guys. I'm pretty sure that makes sense. Andrew said slowly, a gray mist lingering around his wand.

"I think so, too. Hermione nodded. "Okay, so how many people do you know who have the means to cast that killing spell?"

"A lot, Hermione. Andrew said. "I can't give you a list of names--- a lot of wizards are hiding in the shadows, and you know that even more to me. “

She leaned closer to Andrew, a strange look in her eyes. "Then you should have a way to find that person through magic, now that you know the relationship, it is clear that the next step is to find that Breaking Bad wizard ---- Andy, can you do it?"

"I'm busy, Hermione, you know, I still have a lot of things to do.... It's been a turn. Andrew told her as his eyes wandered over the wand and the carpet. "Hermione, I said you could leave these things to someone else, and you should be busy with other things--"

"If you can't solve this kind of trivial matter, you can't solve other things either, can't you?" she said directly. "There is an old saying in the Far East, a journey of thousands of miles, starting from taking the first step, Andy, don't underestimate this case, maybe there are many things behind it. The guy who killed Bourne's men was a genius--- he was a genius like Breaking Bad--- such a wizard, let him grow, I think soon London will have one more Dark Emperor, a Dark Monarch who is even more cunning, murderous, and difficult to deal with than Bourne, isn't it?" Hermione paused, "It's my job to stop this from happening, Andy, help me." “

"Whatever you want. Andrew was stunned, Hermione's tirade made Andrew a little embarrassed, and he nodded, "I'll try it." “

A smile quickly took over Hermione's cheeks, a smile overflowing from the corners of her eyes. "I knew you were a trustworthy man. “

Then Hermione kissed Andrew lightly on the left side of the cheek.

Andrew wanted to answer her that he was not a good person, but now he could only be silent. Fortunately, Cho and Hermione are not in the same department, and there seems to be some tacit understanding between the two, otherwise Andrew would not know how to deal with such a relationship.

In the era of the end of the world, law and morality have been abandoned, and in human consciousness, only survival is justice. In such a world, the strong should naturally have everything, and the weak will naturally want to snuggle up around the strong.

Andrew took half an hour to get back to the apartment. The clock on the wall shows that it's almost dinner time. The crucible in the lab was bubbling with a green mist, and Andrew checked the liquid inside, and it was in good condition, though not perfect. Neither Luna nor Cho returned, and Andrew was suspicious of what Cho was busy with every day. After making himself a sandwich, Andrew wiped his face with a wet towel, feeling as if the torment of hellfire had gotten a little better.

Before Andrew was ready to go back to the lab, Luna returned, "Andy, have you eaten, I brought you one." “

"Roast duck? Where did you buy that? Andrew smelled a fragrance, which was very tempting, and after opening the takeaway package, it was actually a roast duck.

"There's a new Chinese restaurant three blocks away, and there's a lot of people there. Luna said with a smile. "Dad came to see me today, and I took him there for dinner. “