Chapter 11 Wanted Criminal

Benson quickly came to his senses and questioned: "Those idiots wouldn't be stupid enough to attack the train from outside in that kind of weather, would they?"

Xing Ze chuckled and said: "Old sir, please know, a quarter of an hour ago, a madman tried to destroy the power module of the train to blow them up. If there is another group of madmen attacking the train, he will not feel strange."

"That's absolutely impossible!" The righteous police officer flatly dismissed Xing Ze's concerns, "I know that most of Che Zai's children come from pure-blood families, and no one dares to provoke them, even if they are not corpse eaters."

"That coal miner is spending time with us." Xing Ze shrugged his shoulders. He knew that no matter how much he talked, it would be useless. It was better to seize the time to find some new clues.

Cecil's interrogation will not be left to him. The person he currently has a leg up with is the poisoned Alan Hoffman, if his name is that.

"Where am I going?" Benson asked Xing Ze.

"To confirm the true identity of Alan Hoffman, we may be able to find some clues."

"He is with me." After that, Benson ordered Shafiq, "If that madman wakes up, come and inform him immediately. He begs to interrogate him personally."

"Okay, sir." Shafiq glanced at Xing Ze who was walking away with some dissatisfaction. He didn't know why Benson would be so indulgent to an outsider.

Room 4-A was not far from the interrogation room. Maybe it was luck that made Xing Ze smile. When they arrived, Alan Hoffman's polyjuice potion had just expired.

The man lying on the ground turned into a fat man. He was about fifty years old, with stubble on his face and thinning hair. Benson smiled meaningfully when he saw him.

"Do I know him?" Xing Ze asked.

"How long has it been since I read a newspaper, young man?" Benson took off his own hat and pulled out a copy of the "Yanyan Family Monthly Newspaper".

The newspaper was unfolded. Among the current affairs information, there were a dozen wanted notices issued by the Ministry of Magic, one of which was for the unknown gentleman.

"Dunn Eric, magic materials dealer." Xing Ze read out the name of the wanted order.

He frowned and thought deeply for a while, then asked: "So, is Mr. Eric wanted for anything?"

"A wanted order has been written for reselling prohibited magic materials." Benson folded the newspaper and put it back into the hat.

"Come on, there are a lot of merchants selling prohibited materials in Knockturn Alley and Stinky Rat Street, but he didn't see them all in the newspaper."

"Let them go back to the previous problem." Benson avoided Xing Ze's question, "Why do I think they need train guards?"

"Intuition, he didn't think Cecil just wanted to blow up the train."

"So I think they have other goals?"

"I'm not sure. Did he ever mention sacrificial offerings? The bishop is a great being, and of course he is very much like Harry Potter." , used to sacrifice his faith. "

Hearing that, Benson's face changed in vain, "Did he say something else?"

"Most of them are talking crazy to themselves, which he can't understand. By the way, besides students, are there many other passengers on the train?"

"A middle-aged couple from the east of Wales, a German scholar, a Scottish poet, they claim to be lovers, that's all."

People in the magical world have many choices to travel. Apparition, floo powder and portkeys are undoubtedly the fastest ways to travel.

Of course, the Flying Broom and the Knight Bus are also good choices, although the former is extremely unfriendly for people who are afraid of heights, and the latter is hell for people who are motion sick.

As for the magic train, it's not a good choice. It's too slow and the time is very limited. Except for students, few people take the train.

Car 4 of the Hogwarts Express is usually used to carry people, and other carriages are used to transport supplies.

During the school term and holidays, although all carriages are open to carry passengers, most passengers will avoid those peak periods. After all, no one wants to be on the same train with hundreds of noisy children.

"Have you been questioned?"

Benson frowned and tapped his leg fingers on the leg stick, "Am I questioning him?"

Xing Ze used his magic wand to pry up the material merchant's left leg, "Yes, our pride will kill everyone sooner or later."

"Don't challenge his patience, Xing Ze, he doesn't like my current attitude..."

"He's got the plague."

Benson swallowed back his words. He hurriedly approached the body and inspected it, "Where is it? Damn it, tell me quickly."

Xing Ze stood back and said, "It's on his legs and wrists. It's on both legs. It's not a big area. Could it be that he was infected recently?"

"For Merlin's sake!" Benson walked out of the room in disgust, "They have to seal the carriage quickly."

According to memory, that strange plague broke out in Wales three months ago. The plague spread not very quickly, but the Muggle medical legs were completely ineffective.

As the number of infected people increased, the Ministry of Magic sent Aurors and the Magical Research Society to investigate. Until now, the Magical Research Society has not come to a conclusion, but the plague has spread to the entire United Kingdom, and even No ruthless Ireland.

The Ministry of Magic had to close a large number of floo networks, and the few remaining heavy fireplaces were guarded by commissioners. At the same time, the plague also caused a serious shortage of manpower in the Ministry of Magic. That is why the Department of Mysteries found Xing Ze. One of the reasons is that they really have no one left.

"He must have used some method to deceive the station inspector." Benson muttered.

Xing Ze was not surprised by this. Except for Aurors and several other important departments, most of the civil servants came from well-known magic families. Asking those young masters and young ladies to do a good job was like asking sows to get a tree, especially in a situation where there was a shortage of legs.

He closed the door of the compartment and was thinking about how to get Benson to take him to interrogate Cecil. The ominous whistle sounded again. This time the sound was particularly clear, and even Benson heard it.

"Did I hear it?"

Benson shut up, his face flushed, his body trembling slightly, as if he had seen a ghost.

Xing Ze nodded silently. His situation was much better. After all, that was the third time he heard that sound.

He squinted and looked out the window, trying to see the source of the sound, but the blizzard once again dashed his hopes.

Benson seemed to have recovered from his fear. He walked quickly towards the interrogation room and asked Xing Ze, "Do I know how to interrogate?"

"I know a little." Although he didn't know why the old man asked that, Xing Ze immediately answered.

His detective career on Earth gave him good interrogation skills, especially when he could use tools.

"Cecil, that madman, he's mine." Benson strode, "Whatever you do, ask him where the anti-magic spell is."