"How did you find Frazier?" Louise asked in a sad tone.

Whoop -

A strong gust of wind disturbed the trajectory of the rain falling to the earth, the doors and windows between the bedroom and the balcony shook violently, and the strong chill hit the warm barrier made by Amosta, and Louise shivered with the cold.

"Why don't we go in and talk, Louise--"

Amosta did not immediately answer the girl's question, he said softly, and stepped forward to take Louise's arm and lift her up from the ground, but Louise was silent and did not resist.

I don't know when the fireplace in the bedroom has been lit, the room is as warm as a pool of hot springs, and Louise's beautiful features, cowering from the cold, are relaxed, and the bad mood is calmed down a little.

Amosta helped Louise to the soft-backed couch by the fireplace, and then, walking to the bedside table, brought the breakfast that the Aurors had prepared for Louise, and placed it on the coffee table in front of her, but looking at Louise's cold face, she didn't seem to have any appetite.

"If you don't want some hot pumpkin soup to warm your stomach, I can also have someone bring you a cup of coffee to refresh you—"

Amosta said with a smile.

"Oh, no, that's fine--"

Louise pursed her lips, her face was finally a little gentler, she picked up the porcelain bowl with her frozen fingers, and after a few mouthfuls of the hot soup with a little euphoria into her abdomen, the tense nerves immediately relaxed, and the hunger pang took this opportunity to run out to haunt her, so Louise, who wanted to deal with Amosta, uncontrollably reached for the pumpkin pie and baked bacon on the plate.

With a gentle smile on his face, Amosta remained quiet, showing no signs of agitation.

"Sorry--"

After the phone call yesterday evening, Louise immediately gave up her dinner and rushed to Cockworth, she had not eaten for more than ten hours, and as soon as her appetite was opened, she swept the breakfast on her plate.

"I should have left you some--"

Looking at the clean plate, Louise bit her oily lip and her cheeks flushed.

"You're welcome, I've already eaten—"

Amosta handed the napkin to Louise, and with his mastery of soul retrieval and the strong mental power of a great magician, he felt the girl's mood calm down a lot, and he leaned back on the soft couch and said what he had thought of—

"Here's the case—"

Amosta said calmly,

"It happened two days ago, in a school in London, a girl named Hermione Granger received a package.

This girl is a good character and learning, a little famous in some fields, and often receives gifts from fans from all over the world, so, after receiving the package from someone who doesn't know who sent it, she didn't raise her guard, but took it back directly from the post office and opened it in a coffee shop with her friends——"

Louise listened intently to Amosta's story, as if she had regained a little of her working form.

"There's a bomb in that package--"

"Bomb?!"

Louise's expression, which had been calm just now, suddenly tightened, and she exclaimed nervously.

"Yes--"

Amosta pursed her lips and said,

The girl was seriously injured and is still in danger in the hospital, and the explosion also affected some innocent hemp in the store. I mean, guests."

Louise was stunned for a few seconds before she came back to her senses, and instead of asking who sent the bomb as Amosta had imagined, she said with a confused look in her eyes,

"I haven't heard of this, Mr. Blaine—"

Louise frowned,

"Maybe you have forgotten, Mr. Blaine, that I am a reporter for the London Daily News. Well, still interning, but if there really was such a serious bomb attack in London, the newspaper would definitely get the news, but "

Louise opened her lips slightly to recover a little blood,

"I didn't hear any wind--"

Looking at the bewildered, tense Muggle girl, Amosta raised his eyebrows, his breath slightly choked, he had to admit that he had indeed forgotten that Louise was a reporter for a well-known newspaper.

"Well, you know, Louise—"

But in the blink of an eye, Amosta had already thought of an explanation, his voice was low, and his eyes flashed with a deep light,

"Bomb attack. This is no ordinary case of wounding, it can be completely defined as a terrorist attack, and if it is exposed, it could cause the whole city to panic, so we have been ordered to intervene in the investigation of this matter--"

"Oh!"

Louise immediately looked dissatisfied, and said in a fierce tone,

"With all due respect, Mr. Blaine, your idea is wrong, the government is doing stupid things, it's not a day or two, but the people have the right to know, Mr. Blaine, this is our right, you are not qualified to infringe on it!"

Louise's sudden reaction made Amosta a little confused, but he interrupted Louise's rambling words with great cleverness,

"On that issue, let's get back to that, Louise--" Amosta waved her hand, "we're talking about Fraser now"

"Oh, Frazier!"

Louise also came back to her senses, her expression was restrained, but her eyes revealed complex emotions,

"That wounded girl bomb was sent to her by Fraser?"

Amosta bowed slightly,

"We tracked down that Fraser gave the package with the bomb to the owner of a bar near Charing Cross, and asked the bar owner to forward the information provided by the girl through the bar owner, and we searched all the way and found Cockworth last night."

Looking at the gloomy girl, Amosta's tone softened,

"But by the time we get there, Frazier has lost his life, you know what that means, Louise?"

Louise nodded, as a trainee journalist, her logical thinking skills were stronger than those of the average Muggle.

-- Meaning, there is someone behind Fraser's back. He. Exploited—"

Reason could not completely triumph over emotion, and Louise covered her face and whimpered.

But her appearance made Amosta's eyes shine.

The sadness of the Muggle girl who had been accidentally involved in the death of a loved one was normal, but she took it for granted that Fraser had been instructed to deliver a bomb to an innocent girl, as if she had expected something similar to that to happen!

And when she answered the phone last night, the blurted out 'you are the group of guys who bewitched him', which was the reason why Amosta finally decided to meet this girl in person.

"Where's Frazier?"

After a few minutes, Louise's sobs stopped, and she looked at Amosta with red eyes.

Amosta knew what Louise meant, and although he was sorry, he said,

"I'm sorry, Louise, but this matter is of a special and serious nature, and we need to deal with him. Well, you know, the relevant authorities are looking for some clues from him, and they can't give him back to you for the time being-"

This is undoubtedly a lie, the person who did it handled his hands and feet cleanly, and Fraser had nothing left, including his corpse.

"I knew he was going to make a big mistake sooner or later--" Louise said in a hoarse voice.

Amosta's eyelids trembled slightly, and he maintained a listening posture and said calmly,

"Can you tell me about Fraser, Louise? And, the bunch of guys you said were bewitching him? ”

It was cruel to force her to recall these events when a loved one died, but Amosta didn't want to use more 'cruel' means against Louise, so she had to follow the temptation.

"It wasn't like that with Fraser before—"

Louise's eyes lit up with hatred,

"Some people lied to Fraser, they said there was magic in the world"

(End of chapter)