Officer Harvey shook his head and put the so-called 'coincidence' behind him. "Cough..." He coughed, trying to get the attention of the red-haired officer named Arthur, "Officer Arthur? Maybe you can put down that bar. Chair? I'm sure it has nothing to do with this case..."

With a 'you're right, you're a wise man' look, Arthur lowered the chair deftly, "Indeed—this well-crafted chair certainly doesn't have anything to do with the case—if I say it, it should be Artwork displayed in a glass cover! It can even be easily adjusted in height!" Arthur took a deep breath, "Unbelievable!"

Harvey doesn't know if this strange London police detective is joking, or if he really thinks a broken bar chair is some kind of art, "The most urgent thing is to sort out the case first..."

"Of course, when I get out my gear..." Arthur smiled mysteriously. "I know you Muggles... uh, Aurors... uh... I mean, the police, they always use this stuff when they're dealing with cases!"

Harvey ignored the eccentric way of calling himself Arthur. He had long heard that police detectives in the London Metropolitan Police liked to call their colleagues nicknames, and usually such detectives who liked nicknames were very capable. —So Harvey looked forward to Arthur's search for the ready-made detective tool in his bottomless pocket, 'Maybe the most advanced equipment...'

Then he saw Arthur take out a broken pipe and a magnifying glass that seemed to have been snatched from the old newspaper lady.

Obviously, the illustrations of the great detective in the children's edition of the famous British book Sherlock Holmes had a profound influence on Arthur, a Muggle lover.

"Heh," the policewoman laughed, patted Officer Harvey on the shoulder, shook her head and walked away.

Harvey stroked his hair helplessly.

Suddenly, Arthur restrained his smile and frowned. He saw the magic thing on the ground that he accidentally pulled out of his clothes pocket, and patted his old partner Perkins on the back in a panic. Perkins had dentures. Almost fell out.

Both of them stared at the magical objects on the ground with serious expressions.

"What's that?" Inspector Harvey noticed the spinning top-like thing on the ground—it was hard not to notice that it was shining and spinning so fast that it seemed to drill a hole out of the floor.

"Oh—" Arthur drew his voice, "that's a looking glass, sir."

"What?" Harvey clearly didn't know what a looking glass was.

"A tool, Officer Harvey," Perkins explained enthusiastically. "Accurately, this is a very good new detection device, and it is very valuable. If there is something evil around, it will respond in time. —" Perkins pointed to the looking glass. "Like now, it's a beautiful green light, right?"

Officer Harvey looked confused, "Evil object? You mean murder weapon?"

"Maybe the same can be said," Arthur picked up the looking glass. "This is the first time I've seen such a bright green light, which means that the evil objects around here must be very—evil!"

It's gotten to the point where the Auror department can be notified.

Arthur pondered for a while, and made eye contact with Perkins. The two then rustled outside the hotel. Arthur waved his wand and summoned his old owl, Errol, to apply for the support of the Auror department. The paper application form was placed on its paw, "It's over to you! Old man!"

"Goo?" Errol stared at Arthur.

"Don't worry, I have already stamped it in advance this time," Arthur stroked Errol's feathers. "There will be no more embarrassing situations where they make you drink afternoon tea for half an hour."

"Goo," Errol sighed and flew away tremblingly.

The old Perkins looked at the struggling old owl Errol, and was quite touched, "Time really flies, I still remember the pie made by Errol with your wife a few years ago. The way it looks in the office, it's old now..."

Perkins paused for a second, hehe laughed, "I'm also old, my waist and legs are not good, I planned to go camping with my family before... Maybe there's no chance, but unfortunately my good tent, After a few uses, it has to be left in the utility room to collect dust.”

Arthur cast a consoling look, "No no no, Perkins, you are not old! Our office can't be without you! Look at the senior Moody in the Auror office next door, he is still active in the front line at such an old age. What! He never felt he should rest."

Perkins nodded with a smile, was silent for a while, and finally said, "No... Arthur," his expression was a little lonely, "Moody is getting old too, he will be leaving the Ministry of Magic soon, he will Immediately retire and no longer hold any positions at the Ministry of Magic..."

"He will become an object of admiration for young Aurors, a part of the magic history books, and a spiritual symbol of the Auror department," Perkins paused for a second, "but he will also give up the Auror career completely. "

"Why? Will he at least stay at the Ministry of Magic and be an Auror coach?" Arthur was a little surprised. "Senior Moody is so brave! So tough! The eye he lost, the leg and the piece of meat on his nose were all His contribution! Few people don't know him!"

"Milison Bagno is leaving office," Perkins threw out.

"But..." Arthur's eyes widened, but Perkins interrupted what he was about to say.

"Yes, you know that the current favorites for Minister of Magic don't include Moody, and he really doesn't have such an idea... But Arthur, you are pure blood, and there are some things you don't know," Perkins stopped smiling, "Moody's has a considerable number of supporters, mostly Muggle-born or half-blooded staff, who spread the word about others and even secretly plan to organize a demonstration to force the Ministry of Magic to put Moody on the candidacy. list of people."

"This...this..." Arthur was incoherent, "but Senior Moody is not fit to be a minister..."

"Yes, Arthur, yes, that's why I feel old," Perkins sighed. "Moody's not fit to be Minister of Magic, we know, and he knows, he doesn't like people who are pure Some actions of blood... it's not hard to see that someone brought Moody up this time to force him out of the Ministry of Magic... someone was fanning those Muggle-born and half-bloods to support Moody."

Perkins shrugged, "My old man guessed that it might be some embarrassing candidate who did this."

"You mean Barty Crouch?"

"No, Barty Sr can't be a minister, and he doesn't want to be, and being a minister will only draw public opinion on his son - although it's not obvious, Barty Sr loves his son so much he won't do it," Perkin Si touched his hand, "You may not guess this person, we all underestimate him..."

"Connelly Fudge," said Perkins, "he's a very smart man, and the reason he's embarrassed is because he's not exactly pure blood, and his surname has long been adopted. Kicked off the pureblood list, but he's still active in pureblood circles."

"At the same time, he has successfully infiltrated the mixed-race circle with his ability, and has a good relationship with Dumbledore. He also took a picture with Dumbledore at the previous candy show - this is not easy."

"Fudge looks timid, greedy for money, and seems to be full of shortcomings, but what can't be forgotten is that he used to get along well at Hogwarts Slytherin House when he was in school. He is a qualified Slytherin."

"His subordinate, the escaped young man named Ryan Jones, who was reported in the Daily Prophet earlier, is the one who is now leading the organization to support Moody. He has changed his face, but I just happened to put He recognized it," Perkins rubbed his chin, "Jones urged everyone to support Moody's, spread the black material of other candidates, and made several candidates point the finger at Moody--"

"And then let Fudge go unnoticed and become Minister of Magic by seemingly accident," Perkins nodded, "I actually think it's feasible, as I said, Fudge is not that simple."

Arthur was stunned, "Perkins! I really didn't expect it! The location of our small office like a broom is not very good. How did you find out about these things?!"

"Arthur, extraordinary ingenuity is the greatest wealth of mankind. I can't say how rich I am, but I have been thinking," Perkins patted Arthur on the shoulder, "You are an honest and kind good person, Arthur, you've got some amazing qualities, I've always thought that you're young enough to be something big--even though you're still in our little, unassuming office..."

"Furofura... You will make a difference, not now, but the opportunity will come soon, and the future belongs to you young people," Perkins looked up at the sky.

"Look, it's going to rain again."_