"You sent the package anyway, didn't you?"

Kingsley's voice was filled with anger,

"In a situation where you've noticed something isn't quite right with that person?"

"I-am I going to be imprisoned in Azkaban?" Old Tom asked pitifully.

"It's not up to me, Tom, but I'll tell you, fines are inevitable!" Kingsley glared at Tom hatefully, and after making old Tom shrank back to the wine rack and tremble, he narrowed his eyes again and looked at Amosta in thought.

"I don't quite understand, Mr. Blaine—"

Kingsley whispered,

"Why did that man send the package to Hogsmeade. He told Tom to wait until after the Christmas break to deliver the package, which is when Hogwarts has already started, isn't it? ”

"Normally, the owls are concentrated on Monday mornings, and the students deliver the packages that were sent to them to the auditorium when they have breakfast, and all the people will be there, perhaps, the person who sent the package is worried that some faculty member will find out--"

Amosta pondered,

"There are a lot of students in the school, if it is sent to the school, after the package is opened, maybe other little wizards will find it funny and take the rose in question in the package first, or rather, the person who sent it does not want Hermione to be treated in time, but Hermione is lucky, when she had an accident, I and a few professors were not far from her anyway--"

Amosta recycled his mind and gave his own conclusions,

"This is a very cautious guy."

Amosta jumped down from the barstool, he didn't anger Tom, his expression was still gentle,

"So, Tom, can I see what the man looks like?"

"Of course there is no problem, Mr. Brian!"

Old Tom nodded sharply, and was laboriously pulling his wand out of his pocket, ready to paint the man's appearance on paper, but Amosta had an easier way.

Before Tom could pull out his wand, the tip of Amosta's wand was already attached to Tom's temple, and before Tom could be stunned, Amosta Bryan had already pulled out a few strands of silver silk from his sun, and at this scene, Kingsley and many Aurors in the bar hall looked unnatural.

According to the statute, the Aurors were not allowed to check the memories of criminal suspects without authorization, and Amosta Bryan was not an Auror, let alone had this right.

However, none of the Ministry of Magic, including Kingsley, stopped Bryan's actions, and they had all heard of the Minister's furious appearance when he returned from a trip to Hogwarts and personally gave orders to his immediate superiors.

A strand of silver filament wrapped around the tip of Amosta's staff, with the movement of the wand, these strands of silver filament quickly swirled around the center of the wand, quickly forming a silver bracelet, and then, the blooming silver light enveloped the entire bar, and in the dazzling light, an illusory figure suddenly appeared out of the front door of the cauldron bar.

Judging by the skin color of his chin, this is a young man in his twenties, he has a pair of Muggle sneakers on his feet, his pants are black, and his upper body is paired with a gray coat in a short style, and as Tom Sr. said, this man is wearing a pair of sunglasses.

The person who sent the package hid himself more than that, he wore a pair of black leather gloves on his hands, a dark green scarf around his neck, and some skin was exposed all over his body, even on his face.

This style of dress is sure to attract a lot of attention in the rest of the wizarding world, but this is a leaky cauldron where strange guests appear every day, so you can't blame Old Tom for taking it lightly.

The young man held the package in his arms, and after entering the dilapidated bar, the smoky bar environment did not cause the man to be moved in the slightest, and he had a clear purpose, facing the position of the bar.

The Aurors seated in the bar stood up one after another, capturing the various features of the apparition as they approached the bar from their own perspectives, and then they quickly came to a consensus.

"This man is probably controlled—"

Kingsley whispered.

It was not difficult to make this judgment, as he walked to the bar, the man's walking posture was slightly strange, the soles of his feet seemed to be only a small distance from the ground, his crotch commanded his legs forward, but his posture was slightly stiff, although he tried to imitate the normal walking posture, but this clumsy intention could not be hidden in front of the experienced Aurors.

It's not that the disability causes the oddity of walking.

Amosta didn't nod or shake his head, just followed the man fixedly.

When he arrived at the bar, the young man first placed the package on the bar, and then, with his lips open and closed, said something to old Tom behind the bar.

After two minutes of negotiation, the man tossed two gold coins from his pocket, and then, turned and walked to the front door, and after only a few steps, the phantom dissipated without warning.

As far as I can remember, Tom was so busy taking care of his customers that he never paid attention to this person again.

The Aurors present were all in a heavy mood.

If this man is really being manipulated, then it seems to mean that he, like Tom Sr., is probably innocent, but unlucky enough to be involved in this matter. They even thought that the hapless man was probably a Muggle, but he had been manipulated into the Leaky Cauldron, and that the dark wizard who had been hiding had been dealing with Old Tom all along.

"This man is probably dead--"

Amosta whispered.

Hearing this, Kingsley was stunned, and then his face turned ugly.

As a veteran Auror who has been dealing with dark wizards for many years, Kingsley knows the style of those who are evil. Erasing memories is not foolproof, and in order to avoid exposing their feet, they have always been afraid to do such things as killing people and killing people.

What's next?

It's a question that doesn't require thinking to get an answer.

That is, it is necessary to find the man who delivered the package, whether he is a Muggle or a wizard, whether he is dead or alive now.

But how do you find it?

As said, they weren't even sure if the man was a wizard or a Muggle, as he was wearing wide sunglasses and his appearance was very vague.

More than half a month has passed, and the environment of the Leaky Cauldron Bar is mixed, and it is no longer possible to extract any useful information for this man, and some tracking magic cannot be used.

The veteran Aurors frowned and began to agonize over the matter.

In the dreary atmosphere, Amosta looked at Kingsley.

As the elite of the Aurors, Kingsley immediately knew that Amosta Bryne probably had some orders.

"Madam Bones has given us orders to follow your commands, and you are a senior advisor to the Ministry of Magic, Mr. Blaine, if you need us to do something--"

In response to Kingsley's words, the Aurors in the hall silently gathered around, their eyes falling on Amosta Blaine's body, as if waiting for the command.

"Thanks--"

Amosta smiled and nodded,

"It's not that there's no way to investigate this man's whereabouts, Kingsley, he's from the Muggle side, there are many Muggle shops on both sides of Muggle Street where the Leaky Cauldron is located, and I'm sure there must have been a number of Muggle shop owners who saw this man that night. Unless he's a wizard and teleports out of here as soon as he leaves the Cauldron Bar—"

"You mean—" Kingsley raised an eyebrow, "check the memories of all the Muggle shopkeepers on this street, Mr. Bryan?" ”

Amosta nodded,

"It's going to take some work, but luckily we have enough people, of course, it may not be appropriate to search so many Muggle memories, if I need to apply for special authorization, I can go to Amelia or Fudge."

(End of chapter)