"The person who initiated the research."

Louise bit her lip and shook her head slightly, she didn't quite understand what Amosta really meant.

And Amosta didn't bother to explain, but asked, "Later, you must have seen Fraser, right?" ”

Needless to say, Louise wouldn't have gotten her hands on the phone number of Fraser's residence.

"It was around Halloween the year before and I received a letter from Fraser and that was the only letter I've received from Fraser in so many years and that letter didn't show up in my mailbox, it wasn't delivered to my door by the postman, it came out of nowhere. On the balcony of my rented room, there was no postage stamp on the envelope, no shipping address and no delivery address, and I knew it was Fraser's letter by the notes and the contents of the letter—"

Louise had confusion in her eyes, as if she had not figured out how the letter had reached her.

"--Fraser told me in that letter that he had gone to a new country to continue their great research. He said it was arranged by the research organization he was affiliated with."

Louise pursed her lips, her beautiful face was full of gloom,

"Before that, I always thought it was just a student interest organization in Bologna, but I didn't expect that this organization was not so simple, it still had bases in other countries. Then, in the letter, he told me that he is fine at the moment and asked me to take care of myself and my mom and dad."

Amosta's eyelids twitched slightly, it was unusual, a Muggle who had been almost crazy to gain the power of magic began to care about his family, there was obviously something in this,

"Do you realize that Fraser may not have been in a good position when he wrote this letter?"

Amosta asked bluntly.

"Of course!"

Louise said indignantly,

"He didn't say a word, but I could feel his fear. I couldn't reply to him because I didn't know how it ended up in my hands, and I even took it to the police because I suspected that Fraser might be in danger of being kidnapped, but the police said that an unsigned letter didn't prove anything! ”

"What about the letter?" Amosta leaned slightly.

"I burned it—"

Louise said that she sensed some of Amosta's consternation, and immediately added,

"It was Fraser's request, and at the end of the letter, he asked me in a very solemn tone to burn it after reading the letter, and the police said that maybe the letter was just a prank"

Amosta lamented for a moment that the letter had probably been sent to Louise through an owl, and if it was still there, it was not impossible to find the place where it had been sent.

"-- I met Fraser last September."

As if realizing that it was the last time she saw her brother, Louise's breath became disordered again, and her red eyes moistened again, and Amosta did not urge, but just pulled a tissue from the coffee table and handed it to her.

"Thanks--"

Louise said in a hoarse voice, looking at Amosta with tears in her eyes, and feeling that the mysterious Amosta Bryan was indeed a very gentlemanly man.

"I don't know how Fraser knew where I lived, but he did find the door--"

Louise gently twisted her nose with a tissue, then crumpled the tissue into a ball and held it in the palm of her hand.

"You know how surprised I was. For so many years - I haven't seen him, he looks a little fatter than the last time I saw him, but he was in a terrible state of mind and panicked, saying he escaped"

"Escaped?"

Amosta's eyes narrowed.

"That's right,"

Louise nodded, her voice terrifying,

He said so, maybe he was scared, so he said something he probably wasn't going to say in the first place, and he said that those people were a bunch of evil madmen who had tricked him into doing magical research, and they were experimenting. All kinds of experiments, there were babies in people, and pregnant women who were used as experimental materials themselves, and I was frightened, and I asked him to go with me to the police, but it seemed to irritate him--"

Louise was short of breath,

"He didn't want to go to the police, saying that everyone would be in danger if the terrorists who knew magic knew. He still insisted that he had seen magic with his own eyes, and that he had seen those people torture and kill people with magic. I'm guessing he must have been overly frightened or. Someone was injected with hallucinogenic drugs and was confused! ”

"You must have asked him where he had been all these years, and where he had escaped, Louise?"

Amosta asked with a solemn expression.

From the information provided by Louise, he came closer to the truth, but at the same time, a deeper confusion lay ahead of him.

He can probably guess what kind of goal this Fraser is in for the purpose of an organization, and it is not surprising that such an organization will appear, and even if there is an official shadow behind such an organization, it is not easy to say, but why does this kind of organization that should be hidden deep in the shadows and dare not face a glimmer of light provoke Hermione They should understand that conspiring with the little wizards of Hogwarts is equivalent to angering themselves and Dumbledore.

"He wouldn't say—"

Amosta was thinking, and Louise nodded, clenching her fists,

"He told me that if I knew too much, it would also be dangerous for me. At that time he seemed to be much more sober, he said that he should not have come to me, but he regretted that he asked me to take care of my parents, and then he was going to leave, of course I would not let him go, I wanted to take him to the police, let him go home to see his parents, but he was very resistant, we entangled for a long time, and in the end, he only left me a phone number, unwilling to tell me where he lived now——"

This is the end of the story of Fraser, and then he is discovered by Amosta and he is made into a corpse. Traps, no bones left in rental houses.

Outside the window, it was pouring rain, strong winds were beating on doors and windows, and thunder was faintly flashing in the low-hanging clouds.

In the dark room, with only the slight sobs of Louise huddled on the couch, and the crackling of firewood burning in the fireplace, Amosta closed her eyes and mentally recounted the information she had received—

"Kingsley!"

Suddenly, under Louise's startled gaze, the man opposite stood up suddenly, his gentle face gone, and the sharp eyebrows revealed a palpitating thunder.

"Mr. Blaine—"

Hearing everything outside the door, Kingsley pushed open the door and strode over, standing straight in front of Amosta, waiting for orders.

This scene made Louise a little dazed, because judging from his age, it was obvious that the tall black man named Kingsley was much older than Amosta, but he seemed to be Amosta's subordinate, and, judging from his posture, Amosta Blaine, who was much younger than him, was very respectful.

"Ready, you and I will go to Italy at once, and the rest of the people will stay here and wait for news--"

Amosta said in a deep voice.

Kingsley wasn't surprised by this instruction, but he did hesitate,

"According to the process, Mr. Blaine, we need to apply for entry to the Italian authorities first, and wait for approval before we can enter—"

Why do I still need an entry application?

Louise, who was affected by the special aura emanating from Amosta, also unconsciously stood up from the sofa, she was a little confused when she heard this, but she quickly figured it out - these people are law enforcement officers affiliated with the government, and if they want to go to another country to investigate the case, they may indeed need to initiate an application.

"Hurry up, Kingsley, in exceptional circumstances, I don't think it's worth shouting about breaking the rules once in a while, don't you think?"

Amosta looked at Kingsley calmly.

"I think you're a wise leader, Mr. Blaine--"

Unexpectedly, Kingsley did not insist, but said with a slight smile,

"Maybe the Auror Office will be more productive under your leadership--"

Aurors?

Louise blinked, wasn't she an agent, or, was that the code name for their elite team?

"I don't have any plans to fight Scrimgeour for a job-" Amosta smiled slightly, "I won't tell you about Dumbledore, you can take the time to write him a letter and explain the situation--"

Scrimgeour and Dumbledore were the senior officials of a certain department, but why had I never heard of it? Louise, a daily reporter, thought a little hurtfully, and then she saw Kingsley look at her,

"And Miss Adele, what are you going to do with her, Mr. Brian?"

(End of chapter)