The superior geographical location provides an incomparable advantage for the once empire on which the sun never sets.

Britain is bordered by Germany to the east and France to the south.

And at the junction of Britain and France, today welcomed a new batch of guests.

"Hello, Mr. Officer, we are from the Special Investigation Bureau. You can call Inspector Hermione, this is Inspector Harry, that Inspector Ron! "In the villages along the border, a long cordon has been set up.

Since four villages were slaughtered overnight, it has become a playground for police and spies.

The three Hermione, each with a special ID, who came to carry out the mission, communicated with the police officers on duty.

"Hello, Inspector Hermione. I'm Officer Wilk, and I've asked me to cooperate with you. But you're really," Officer Wilk, who led the team, looked at the three Hermione with a strange expression, shaking his head as he spoke.

"You're trying to say we're so young!"

Ron shrugged helplessly, the three of them were only fourteen or fifteen years old, and it was strange that they were not young.

"No, you're mistaken. I mean, you're so young! ”

Wilk was cautious, though he didn't know where the three Hermione came from. But years of police career have made him develop the ability to talk to people and talk nonsense. For fear of offending the three big people in front of him, who are holding special passes.

"How many people are there in four villages?" Hermione ignored Wilk's flattery and asked straight to the point.

Wilk held a black notebook in his hand, and replied as he flipped through it: "There are 1,400 people here, and these victimized villages are all local fishermen, and the population is not large. The only strange thing is that the cause of death of these people is exactly the same, and the scene of the crime has not been damaged, let alone any traces left by the murderer. Like, it's like it's not a human being who commits the crime! ”

From Wilk's words, it is not difficult to hear that this is a headless case.

There are no clues to the murderer, no eyewitnesses. There is no motive for committing the crime, there is no perpetrator.

Everything looked like a natural disaster. If it weren't for the fact that these people had all turned into a dried corpse after they died, then this must have been the scene of a major plague.

"Harry, Ron. Let's take a look around the village and see if there are any clues! Hermione took Wilk's words to her head and said to the two Harrys beside her.

Accompanied by Wilk, the three of Harry walked through the cordon into the village.

This small seaside village is as peaceful as ever. Many of the windows of their homes were still open, and if it weren't for the fact that the village had been slaughtered, it didn't look like it had been decaced.

"Whose house is this?" Hermione asked, pointing to a small two-story building.

"It's the Kemel family, they are a family of three, and they all make a living from fishing!" Wilk gave a quick answer, then accompanied Hermione and the others to open the door to Kemel's room.

The crunch was accompanied by the sound of the door being pushed, and a foul smell of corpses came to my face.

Hermione and the three looked into the room in the sunlight and saw three corpses sitting on the couch, facing the turned on TV.

"They died peacefully, without any pain, without any prior awareness that death was near. God, this is the most bizarre case I've ever seen in my life. In the whole village, no one resisted, as if the murderer did not exist at all! ”

Wilk said as he gestured to the room.

The three of Hermione walked in lightly and found that there was no chaos in the entire room. Even a dried corpse was holding a cup of coffee in his hand before he died. It was a beautiful picture of a family of three, sitting together watching TV.

"Let's go, let's go and see somewhere else!"

After a week of checking in the room, the three Hermione checked out several others. In the end, it was concluded that these people died very bizarrely, and the perpetrator of the crime was likely to have a strange power.

"Are there any survivors, Officer Wilk?" Seeing that things were not going anywhere, the three of Harry could conclude that it must have been the work of the Advent. However, the conclusion does not mean that the murderer can be found, after all, the murderer is so neat that there is no trace left.

"This!" Wilk was a little embarrassed and whispered, "We did find a survivor, but this survivor was a little uncooperative. He has always insisted that he is a wizard and that he will not say anything until he meets other wizards! ”

"Wizard!" Hearing Wilk's words, Harry and the three of them looked at each other and asked, "Where is he?" ”

"He's locked up, he has no alibi, and he's the only one who committed the crime!" Wilk's words made the three of Harry's original hopes, instantly fall to the bottom.

A wizard who can be locked up by the police, it sounds like a joke at all.

Even the most ordinary wizard apprentices can simply levitate and defend against them, which are simply not something that ordinary people can control. So, this so-called wizard, the three Harry have lost hope.

"Let's take us to see, this is already the only clue!" Hermione shook her head slightly, still deciding to meet the imposter.

"Come with me, he's in our camp!" Wilk nodded and said nothing, and walked out of the village with Harry and the others.

Outside the village where they were slaughtered was a makeshift camp set up by the police.

In the makeshift camp, a police car with a cage is parked in the center.

Inside the cage, a bald middle-aged man in a black robe and roaring loudly was imprisoned.

"Let go of me, I'm a noble wizard, you can't do this to me. I'm going to Hogwarts, you know Hogwarts? It's a wizard's paradise, and I'm going to be a professor there! ”

This growling, bald middle-aged man has a standard hooked nose and a lewd face.

Hermione and the others stepped forward and found a yellow cat lying at the man's feet.

"Hogwarts professors aren't going to be locked in cages!" Looking at the roaring middle-aged man, Ron whispered something to Harry, his eyes full of disappointment.

"Who are you? Sorcerer, are you here to save me? Looking at Hermione and the others approaching, the imposter wizard in the cage suddenly stopped growling. A pair of big eyes, looking straight at Harry's waist, because there, Harry's wand was inserted.

"It doesn't matter who we are, what matters is, who are you?" Hermione looked at the imposter like a judge, looking at his prisoner.

"I'm a wizard, a wizard from France. My name is Gargamel, let me out! ”

Gargamel's flattering smile, combined with his hooked nose and bald head, is funny no matter how you look at it.

"Gargamel!" Hermione thought about it, but couldn't remember the name, and they also expressed doubts about Gargamel's identity.

"Are you really a wizard? How do you prove it? Ron asked two steps forward and into Gargamel.

"I can do magic, give me my wand, and I'll cast a spell on you!" Gargamel's smile widened when he heard that he had a chance to get out. The whole expression was like deceiving, the little girl's snack was like a strange light, and there was a green light in both eyes.

"Where's his wand, give it to him!" Hermione whispered to Wilk, who shook his head in disinterest and pulled out a wand from the cab of the police car.

The wand Wilk took out had a clear dragon mark on it.

This dragon wand looks a little shabby. Hermione took it and played with it for a while, nodding at the two Harry beside her.

"It's true, it's a real wand, but it doesn't have much kicker effect!"

Hermione whispered to Harry as she handed her wand to Gargamel. Curious why Gargamel, since he was really a wizard, was caught by ordinary people.

"Ahem, it's time to witness the miracle!" Gargamel's wand in his hand, and a smile of excitement on his face.

"Change"

Gargamel's wand flicked slightly, and a faint glow of magic lit up, and then nothing happened.

A gust of wind blew gently, and Gargamel, who was still posing, met the disdainful gaze of the three Harry.

meow

The cat napping on the ground, after being woken up from a nap, stretched four lazily.

Gargamel kicked the cat out of the cage. Coughed twice in embarrassment and said, "Something went wrong, let me brew it"