There is no doubt that it is precisely because of the existence of the family that the most outstanding virtues of human society can be created, strengthened and inherited.

Listening to what he said, Red just pursed his lips and smiled, without commenting. Malfoy looked at his 'cowardly' appearance of not wanting to offend Liu Fanxu or his godfather, and snorted continuously. Red looked funny, it seems that during the days of camping here, Malfoy completely forgot about his aristocratic image. Just when the two of them were going back and forth to prepare for today's daily nonsense, there was a sound of shortness of breath and heavy footsteps from the thick fog.

The two of them immediately jumped to their feet, each drawing his weapon, vigilantly watching the sudden sound in the fog. When the owner of the footsteps revealed his figure from the fog, both of them were startled, and then immediately put away their weapons and hurried to meet them. The person who came was none other than Professor Snape, who had always disappeared inexplicably during this time, and it was Liu Fanxu who they had been searching for many days with both hands holding him at this time.

As soon as Red was about to reach out to take his wife, he was poured cold water on Professor Snape's cold gaze. He blinked the tears on his eyelashes, changed his goal inexplicably, and took Emma who Liu Fanxu was holding tightly in his arms instead. He reluctantly followed Professor Snape's steps, occasionally tiptoeing to glance at Liu Fanxu's pale face, and countless worrying questions rolled in his heart.

Malfoy only glanced at the godfather's face, and understood that he didn't ask any questions that would have been stupid in his godfather's eyes. He waved his wand quickly as he beckoned Red to pack up. In just a few moments, they had finished their makeup and quietly disappeared from the forest.

When the men returned to the study of the old mansion with the key to the house, Professor Snape was the first to leave the room with large and hurried steps. Red staggered a few steps, followed by Emma in his hand. Malfoy raised his hand to comb his messy long platinum hair, sighed helplessly, and slowly followed behind them with his tired footsteps.

Professor Snape threw Liu Fanxu on her own large bed, and his movements were not gentle, which showed that he still harbored great anger in his heart for her behavior. He snorted, clutching his wand and throwing out colorful spells to examine her body. These crisscrossed and slipped out of various tracks, and the colorful spells dazzled Rhett. Although I already knew the existence of magic and learned a lot about the principles of magic, it was the first time I had seen so many complicated spells being cast at once. Before, although Liu Fanxu had not shied away from him when he used magic, he was silent, so he didn't know that the magic track of the spell could also be as gorgeous as fireworks.

After some meticulous examination, it was determined that Liu Fanxu's body was fine, although the magic power gradually condensed and began a month-long dormant period, but it was not related to life, it was just the restriction of the law. Professor Snape breathed a sigh of relief, the tense look on his face finally eased a little. He turned his head and was about to stride away, when Red, who had been watching for a long time, finally couldn't help but shout, "Professor Snape! Snape's footsteps faltered, and he turned his head impatiently to glare at the unsightly Muggle, pursed his lips tightly and did not speak, but the meaning he wanted to convey was very obvious: Say it quickly, let it fart if you have it!

Red had become accustomed to his unpleasant personality during this time, so he was not affected by such an attitude, he took a deep breath and asked uncomfortably, "Professor, Aga, Aga, how is her?" This is a good question, Draco Malfoy, who was leaning on the door, applauded secretly, and he also wanted to know what happened to the silent, pale Liu Fanxu they rescued. Although he was puzzled, Malfoy didn't think that her situation was worse, after all, the godfather's attitude was there, and if his life was really endangered, the godfather would definitely not be in the mood to tease Span Serade like this.

"Don't wake her up." If you can wake up, Professor Snape deliberately threw him an unspeakable answer, and without further ado, walked briskly out of the master bedroom. Malfoy frowned, this time he didn't leave with Professor Snape, but went into the bedroom, found a high chair and poured in, as if his strength had been drained, he squinted his eyes and glanced at Red's stunned stupid appearance, and said slowly, "It's going to be fine, otherwise the godfather wouldn't be like this," he narrowed his eyes and muttered, "I'm so tired, I didn't feel it just now, and after breathing a sigh of relief, I felt that my whole body had no strength." ”

Red was pulled back to his heart by Malfoy's words, he slowly walked up to Liu Fanxu, put the house-elf in his arms beside her, and then sat sideways on the edge of the bed, leaning over to look at Liu Fanxu's eyebrows. He raised his hand and carefully stroked her eyebrow bone, mist gradually appeared under his eyes, he sighed, tears dripped down his eyelashes, "Aga......"

Snape strode away not just to give someone someone a menacing back, he needed to hurry up and revise the old mansion's defensive circle, according to the method on the piece of paper that Liu Fanxu gave him before finally falling into a deep sleep. Snape never doubted Liu Fanxu's ability, otherwise he would not have been relieved to leave her alone in the dark as a recent graduate. So, even if the magic is sealed, as long as she is given enough time, she can still find a way to crack it.

And for the past half a month, he has been wandering alone on the periphery of the magic circle, looking for the weakest breakthrough through the flow of magic power. He never doubted the possibility that Liu Fanxu would be able to escape alone, and his role in staying here was to deal with the stupid who had to bear a huge price after unscrupulous means, and always forgot to sweep his tail. As expected, when he found out that the magic circle had changed, he hurried to see Liu Fanxu jumping out of a gap torn open in the magic circle, and his face at that time could definitely be called gloomy and terrifying.

In just a moment, he understood the price she had to bear. He had a black face, and grabbed Liu Fanxu, who was staggering even when he walked, but he was still holding that stupid house-elf with both hands. Her eyes were blurry and she could barely see clearly, but she was quick to identify him and struggled to get the note into his hand. With a breath, Professor Snape picked up Liu Fanxu, who had passed out, and he left there as fast as he could. Because I wasn't sure when Bai Muchen inside would find out. He was not afraid of him, but considering Liu Fanxu's health, Professor Snape still chose the most cautious and safe option.

Hodge returned to FBI headquarters with BAU, and although they couldn't stay with his comrades at Fox, there was another way to help him. At the F.B.I. headquarters, there was more and more information available for them to investigate, and although it was a bit of a sideshow, or at the risk of being censored, they resolutely launched an investigation.

It's just that the deeper the investigation, the more solemn the expressions of the BAU profilers. They are facing a huge international criminal organization, and it seems that there are traces of this organization in every country, although it is well hidden, but now it is also a group of elites who are investigating this matter. Therefore, there is nothing strange about being picked up some truths, but when did Liu Fanxu get involved in such a black whirlpool?

Hodge, Gordon, Morgan, Ella, Garcia, and **, they willingly stayed in the conference room, each studying the case file at hand, and they peeled back the cocoon from the mountains of complicated and messy cases, looking for the information they wanted to know. During the day, they solve perverted cases submitted by the states with maximum efficiency, and at night they gather day and night to find life for their friends and family.

After many days of hard work, they finally came to an accurate conclusion, but the target they targeted was not in the United States but in the United Kingdom, which means that the birthplace of this organization is there. This is a tricky situation, and they can't go beyond international rules to investigate cases in the UK. Now, the only thing they can do is to make diplomatic representations with the British.

However, to their surprise, their request for cooperation went smoothly. This made Hodge, who had all kinds of bad experiences in administrative documents, surprised and deeply relieved. The British offered to send a detective to help, and although the detective was not from England, he was more adept at dealing with the organisational side of the game.

Having received official authorization, even Strauss had no reason to object to their involvement in the case, and as for the detectives appointed by the British, they did not take it to heart. So, one morning, having spent the night in the conference room again, they were informed that ten minutes later the British diplomatic detectives would arrive, and they needed to take care of the problem.

The so-called reception problem was nothing more than the creation of an office space for him in the BAU office area, so they did not particularly care. As mentioned before, they are very easy-going and kind, but when it comes to work, such as joining BAU or participating in their case solving, they can become arrogant and xenophobic.

So, when Sherlock Holmes and his century-old companion John Watson pushed open the glass door and strode into the territory of the BAU profilers, it was only natural that they would be subjected to all sorts of 'scrutiny'. On the surface, it seems that a qiē is normal, and the polite introduction, polite arrangement, and polite interaction seem to be very pleasant, but this is also the strangest part.

John Watson had a gut feeling that something was wrong, he turned his head to look at Sherlock Holmes with a question mark on his face, but found that this conceited high-energy man was really different from him, with an obvious smile on his face, and his eyes were full of fighting intent, he must have known something. John Watson, who was accustomed to such situations, just shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and he thought rather heartily: Sherlock looked happy anyway.