The River Spree, which originates in the northern foothills of the Lausitz Mountains in southeastern Germany, flows through wide marshes and plains before finally joining the Havre River in Berlin.

In February, the Havre River is flooding, and the vast river channel is surrounded by white fish scales, and the spruce trees on both sides of the river are covered with spruce, and these evergreen plants add a bit of tranquility to Berlin in the early morning, but they cannot finally sweep away the depression caused by the heavy gray haze that permeates the city.

Louise's gaze followed an elderly couple walking along the riverside, until their backs disappeared into the mist, and then they fell into the rushing river.

The rich moisture of the riverside condensed crystal dew on Louise's slender eyelashes, and as the eyelashes fluttered, the dew rolled down, and the cold touch made her uncomfortable, and she quickly wiped it, but she lost the interest in staying here again to enjoy the scenery of the city she had never been.

Walking into the riverside woods, after walking a few steps, a small wooden house looms behind the leaves of the forest.

They are located on the outskirts of Berlin, and their houses are specially built to rent out to tourists, and there are many such houses in the vicinity, and the houses are separated by a long distance for the sake of seclusion.

Walking to the door, Louise hesitated, not immediately pushing the door.

Today is the third day of coming to the city, through that kind of thing called a portkey.

This wonderful way of moving thousands of miles in an instant was beyond Louise's imagination, and if they Muggles could use it to travel, the whole world would be changed dramatically.

Of course, this method is not without its drawbacks, and when it comes to portkey travel, it feels like the whole person has been flushed into a high-speed rotating toilet, and I don't know how those wizards can endure this terrible feeling, at least after the first portkey trip, not only did she vomit, but she also lay on the couch for two hours before recovering from it.

Wizards undoubtedly possess enviable means, and in the past two days, Louise has almost bitten her tongue in surprise.

She saw Kingsley swing his stick. The wizard called it a wand, and let the fireplace thump into flames; I saw that Kingsley didn't need to go near the kitchen to make the kitchen knife cut the potatoes crookedly; Can make the clothes rub themselves in the laundry bucket. It became tattered.

"Sorry, I'm not very good at home magic--"

After using her magic to wring one of Louise's coats, Kingsley was silent for a while, and said apologetically.

In short, wizards have all sorts of incredible means, but in a way, they are also far behind.

When she saw Kingsley writing on parchment using a quill pen, Louise was stunned for a long time and didn't come back to her senses. This had been eliminated in their society for at least a century, and she couldn't believe that wizards used owls to deliver messages.

"Why don't you use a phone?"

After seeing this, Louise plucked up the courage to ask, she pointed to the black telephone on the couch, and said to Kingsley,

"If you have something urgent and want to contact someone, it is much more convenient to use the phone than to write a letter."

"Telephones are convenient, but most wizards aren't used to using them, Louise--"

Kingsley said in a deep voice,

"Muggle technology is hard to catch on with wizards, and of course, there's an easier way to contact people - Floo.com--"

Ginsley spat out a new term that Louise didn't understand, and pointed to the blazing fireplace,

"But now we can't use it, the Floo Network is closely monitored by the Ministry of Magic of various countries, and we are smugglers into the country, and using the Floo Net will most likely expose us--"

Louise nodded as if she didn't understand, restraining her desire to learn more about Floo.com.

Although Amosta and Kingsley are the two of them, Amosta is a wizard with a higher status, but at least in terms of personal style, Amosta seems to be more friendly to her and gives people a sense of security. Kingsley, on the other hand, was intimidating at first glance, spending most of his time in the house going about his business, which frustrated Louise's attempts to inquire more about magic and Amosta.

Sa, Sa-

The strong wind used by the river caused the spruce trees around the hut to swing their branches and leaves with a rustling sound, and Louise had no time to cover her hair when she heard a gentle voice behind her.

"Why don't you go in?"

Louise took a breath of cool air, and turned her head suddenly, when she saw Amosta Bryan walking towards the house along the cobblestones, her expression suddenly brightened, but then, she restrained her emotions and pursed her lips,

"Oh-mm, I was about to go in--"

Click-

Kingsley in the room seemed to sense something, and before Louise could unscrew the doorknob, he quickly walked behind the door and opened it first, dragging Louise unsuspectingly.

"You're back, Mr. Blaine!"

Holding Louise, the tall Kingsley didn't pay attention to the disgruntled look that Louise threw at him, and looked over Louise's head to Amosta with great delight.

"Let's go inside, Kingsley--"

Amosta bowed slightly.

The living room of the chalet is not very spacious, especially with a few single sofas with soft pin cushions, a low dark wooden table, and a tire-shaped brass chandelier that hangs from the ceiling further cramps the space.

Amosta stepped on the thick woolen carpet and smashed her mouth at the wall above the stone fireplace, where a full elk skin hung from it.

Turning around, Louise was standing on a couch and wringing her hands, looking at him expectantly.

"Sit down—"

Taking the teacup handed over by Kingsley, he sniffed it, and a faint smell of herbs came to his face, Amosley twisted his nose dissatisfiedly, and after taking a sip of the unique taste of tea, Amosley sat down and naturally pressed his hand on Kingsley and Louise.

Some people really have a natural leadership temperament, and when she sat down, the thought crossed her mind.

Obviously, she and Kingsley moved in first, but as soon as Amosta appeared, he naturally stepped into the role of the owner of the house, and she didn't have any sense of disobedience in her heart.

There was no greeting, Kingsley and Louise's eyes fell on Amosta's face, and Amosta also knew the urgency in their hearts, and after taking a sip of tea again, he breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed his eyebrows,

"There's a new suspect in our sights—"

Amosta said,

"Jasna—"

Louise's eyes were full of confusion, and Kingsley's eyebrows moved slightly,

"Jasina Rozier. Is that the name on that smuggling list? ”

Angus Aeschylus and Jasina Rozier did not leave the UK together at the same time, presumably to avoid exposure, and Kingsley did not question how Amosta locked the name, but chose to believe it.

"Rozier"

Kingsley chewed on the last name in his mouth, his face began to turn ugly, and he whispered, "Could it be that behind this."

"It has nothing to do with Voldemort---"

Amosta said calmly and convincingly,

"Actually, the witch Jasna probably didn't use her real surname in England, her real name should be Jasna Vogel--"

"Jasina Vogel?"

Kingsley's brow tightened, and he vaguely felt familiar, but for a moment he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

"Kingsley—"

Amosta suddenly called out Kingsley's name, and after receiving the response, he asked, "You must have been writing to Dumbledore for the past few days, telling him the progress of our investigation, right?" ”

Kingsley was slightly stunned, Brian knew this before, he didn't understand why he wanted to bring it up again at this time, but, after a short hesitation, he still nodded,

"Yes, Mr. Blaine, I'm writing to Albus—"

"Hmm-"

Amosta nodded, and after a moment of silence, his face was calm, but he looked at Kingsley with an undeniable look,

"From now on, until the matter is completely over, all the progress of our investigation will be stopped for the time being, and Dumbledore will be reported, understand, Kingsley?"

(End of chapter)

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