At some point, the canopy outside the house became more gloomy, and the river adjacent to the villa was more intensely light rain stirring up fine ripples on the river's surface, but the chill in the air dissipated a lot, and the wind above the city was mixed with a little warmth.

"--Fraser is my older brother, he's two years older than me—"

Louise shrunk back on the couch, wrapped her arms around her calves again, and said with a sad expression,

"He was very kind, very warm to people, liked to make friends, and, since he was a child, he was the pride of his parents, and when he was at home, we were very close, and I will not forget that when he was in high school, he liked a girl in the next class, and he also tried his best to get me to help me come up with ideas to pursue her--"

Louise was in a state of grief, remembering the past as a cruel thing to her, her narration intermittent, occasionally pausing to weep silently.

But through her telling, Amosta still formed a model of Frazier's image and personality in his head.

Hermione's attack was more complicated than he and Dumbledore had imagined, and it was thought that the Muggle named Frazier had just been picked by bad luck, but now it seemed that it was not that simple. Behind him is not simply one or two commanders, but there is an organization.

"Mom and I both wanted Fraser to stay in England and go to university, but he insisted on going to Italy because the girl he liked liked the art scene of that country, and they broke up after only two months of dating, because Loria fell in love with a handsome rich guy—"

Louise gritted her teeth and transferred some of her hatred to Loria, and if it weren't for her, Fraser wouldn't have chosen to go to that country.

Italy--

Amosta's eyes moved,

"What school did he go to?"

"Bologna--"

Louise said,

"It has a long history and is known as the alma mater of all universities in Europe, and it has produced many famous people, who are outstanding in the fields of theology and the arts. But Fraser first wanted to be an engineer who designed cars."

Amosta bowed slightly, acknowledging that he had heard of the university.

"And then?" Amosta's tone revealed a certain amount of curiosity, and he asked, "What is going on?" ”

"Everything was fine at first, and in the first two months, Fraser wrote me and my mom and dad a lot of letters telling us how helpful the school was, and he sent me a couple of sculptures he had made himself."

Louise had a few crystal tears hanging on her eyelashes, and her tone was sad, looking weak and sad,

"During the first Christmas break, he came back and told us about his life at school, interesting things, new friends, and he told us that he had been recruited into a small student club and that the purpose of that club was to exist."

Louise gave a ridiculous smile to the calm-faced Amosta,

"It's for the study of magic—"

Amosta didn't look at Louise with a sneering look as Louise had expected, he just nodded slightly, and then the light in his eyes became darker, as if it were a night filled with mist.

"--It's not really a big deal,"

Louise continued,

"I later learned that this kind of group was common not only in that school, but in any university, studying magic, studying religion, studying gods. In college, this cool stuff is sought after by a lot of people—"

"It's not uncommon, indeed—"

Amosta, who graduated with honors from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, nodded thoughtfully.

"--Then things got unusual—"

Perhaps knowing that Amosta was eager to get this information, or perhaps because she was trying to find out the murderer of Fraser, Louise looked much calmer, and she said quickly,

"If I'm not mistaken, Fraser has rarely written to me and my parents since the second semester, and the letters we sent in the past have always been delayed, and the occasional letter is to say that he is studying magic with people. Research let. Hmm, I remember one of Fraser's letters with a word that seemed to be. Well, hemp--Muggle? ”

Amosta rested on his upturned knees, his ten crossed fingers moving, and Kingsley, who had stood outside the door for a long time, suddenly pursed his lips.

"--Muggles, presumably."

After all, it was a few years ago, and the memory of many things has become blurred, she shrugged her shoulders slightly, her expression helpless,

"I don't really understand how research allows Muggles to gain magic, that's probably the subject of that society's research. Honestly, Mom and Dad and I didn't care much at the time, we thought Fraser had a girlfriend at school, and he was so focused on getting along with the girls that he didn't have time to deal with us, so when he came home on Christmas the second school year, he was very haggard, and Dad teased him."

Louise paused in her tone and looked serious

But then Fraser never came home, he never came home once in the remaining two years of that school, and his father used to visit him at the school, fearing that something was wrong with him.

Dad came back and told us that Frazier barely attended school, that his grades were so bad that he couldn't pass all the tests his roommate told Dad that Fraser didn't come back to sleep much and that he was almost all focused on his ridiculous research in the club."

"Did your father see your brother then?"

Amosta asked with a frown.

"See—"

Louise's eyes were full of memories,

"Dad told me that when he found Frazier, he was studying magic in an abandoned basement of his school, where there were many glass bottles of foul-smelling potions, and Fraser drank what was boiling in the cauldron in front of Dad. Then, he fell to the ground and was taken to the hospital by his father--"

Amosta was dumbfounded, not knowing what to say.

"--In the hospital, Fraser had a big argument with his father, insisting that magic existed and would not go home with him."

"Did your father meet the other members of that society at the time?"

"Daddy was going to settle accounts with them—" Louise said angrily, "but Fraser threatened Daddy that if he dared to do so, he would cut ties with the family!" ”

To be honest, listening to these things, Amosta's mood was a little heavy.

Not to mention Muggles, in the wizarding world, how to make a Squib have the ability to cast spells is an unsolvable problem, and it is simply nonsense for a Muggle who knows nothing about real magic to expect to solve this problem.

"That school ended up expelling Fraser because of his poor grades—"

Louise's face turned blue,

"I found out a year later. My friends and I were traveling to New York at the time, and I left for a while to go to Bologna to find Fraser before I found out about it.

He was so thin that he was still in the basement of the school, and it was said that there was a respected professor in the school who had won his rights for him. The professor seems to be working on the same subject as him."

"What's the professor's name?"

Amosta immediately got to the point.

"Oh," Louise said slightly, "I didn't ask—"

"It's okay, we can find out about this-" Amosta shook her head slightly, "Please continue-"

Louise took a deep breath,

"I was angry because Fraser was completely ruining himself, and besides, he didn't care about the family, he didn't care about his parents, for unrealistic fantasies. Irresponsible, I also had a fight with him, and then he kicked me out-"

Louise struggled to calm her emotions and continued,

"He seemed to have completely disappeared from our lives, and Mom and Dad didn't want to talk about him anymore, but I didn't want him to be so decadent, so, after I graduated, I went to Italy again--"

Louise looked a little amiss, seemed a little confused, and seemed terrified

"But at that time, he was no longer there, no one knew where he went, and the club he was in had disbanded, and I found out that the members of that club, they all graduated and left school, and a few of them had accidents at school. I'm worried about him, and I can't find any way to contact him—"

"Is the professor still in school?"

Amosta brought up the professor again.

"I don't know, I didn't think of him—" Louise shook her head, then looked at Amosta strangely,

"Why do you care so much about that professor, Mr. Blaine?"

"Just call me Amosta--"

Amosta was silent for a few seconds before he said slowly, "This kind of society usually has a promoter, and if my guess is correct, this respected professor may be the one who initiated the research."

(End of chapter)