Near the evening, the London Police Station was peaceful, and there were only a few people in the huge oval office hall. The smiling clerk was dealing with an old lady's question, and the legs hidden under the table were shaking impatiently.

At this time in the police station, those who should be called out to the police, those who should be eating, those who are drunk and making troubles, and those who are petty detainees are all locked in cages, and the cleaners are yawning and cleaning the marble floors. Only a few trainee police officers are left in the second The hallway was in a hurry.

"Dong Dong——" There was a knock on the door of an office.

"Please come in," Officer Perlis, holding a teacup, turned over a page of documents.

"Oh! Officer, I found something—" The door was opened, and a little policeman in a white shirt walked in, holding a folder.

"Shuh-" A pile of paper slipped from the opening of the folder and scattered on the ground.

The little policeman crouched down in a hurry to clean up, "I'm sorry!"

Officer Perlis pinched his nose helplessly, took a cup of tea and took a sip of tea, "Of course it's fine, Carles, we're all used to it."

He coughed twice, "So—what did you find?"

Calres put the information on the table with a blushing face. The pages that had been carefully arranged before were completely invisible now. He searched through the messy information, and his movements became more and more flustered. to the frown of Inspector Perlis.

"Here, I re-read all the witnesses' testimony recorded in the incident at the "Long Elementary School"," he finally found the piece of paper, and Officer Polis raised his eyebrows, "and then , there is no...conclusive evidence that Rachel was the mastermind behind this..."

"So, you didn't find anything, did you?"

Police Officer Perlis put down the teacup in his hand and looked into his eyes for the first time since Karles came in.

"Uh no... I meant to say that Rachel might be innocent..." Carles's already weak momentum was getting weaker and weaker under the gaze of Police Officer Perlis, but he still insisted on finishing his words, " I think Lisa's boyfriend is... suspicious..."

"Very well, Carles," Inspector Perlis went to the door and closed it. "I didn't expect you to find this out, after all, you are so..." He paused for a while, thinking a little less intensely. The word, "young."

"What?" The blush on Karles' face gradually subsided, he didn't quite understand what the police officer meant.

"Have you investigated Rachel's family background?"

"Yes," Carles rummaged through a pile of papers, and this time he found it quickly, "she has a sister named Troy who is studying at 'Dragon Elementary School', and their biological mother was born after Troy was born. died..."

"While the victim, Lisa, was her half-sister, the three girls lived with their father in a duplex on Oxford Road..."

"Who owns the apartment on Oxford Road?" Officer Perlis suddenly asked a question that Calres didn't think was very important.

"Um—" Karles tried to recall, but he didn't have the slightest impression. He could only answer hesitantly, "Officer, I don't know..."

"Let me tell you," Constable Perlis returned to his chair, holding up the cup of tea, "that the house belonged to Lisa's, Lisa's mother to be exact, in the sought-after Oxford Street. Location--"

"Lisa's biological mother passed away recently, and Lisa, who is 'craving for family', brought her biological father to the apartment, along with her two half-sisters," Police Officer Polis sneered. , "She is really fraternity."

"Is there anything wrong?" Karles scratched his head, he was really confused.

"Of course not," Inspector Perlis glanced at him. "If it were you, would you take the heartless man who abandoned himself and his mother into the house? Plus his children? I know Lisa's attitude towards her father before. But it was very bad."

"Then what-"

"It's because of Lisa's boyfriend, Glass Eamon Pat." Perlis poured himself another cup of tea and drank it slowly, completely ignoring Carles' wide eyes, "It should be his The plan, the ultimate goal is Rachel."

"Crack!" Carles clapped the table excitedly, "What? You know it! Then why do you want Rachel?!"

"Calm down young man, we can't touch Eamon Patt, \'the only heir of the Bader Group\', just this title can make you go."

"Then we can only sit back and wait?! Want an innocent girl?" Carles began to think about the meaning of being a police officer.

"Certainly not," Perlis began to see some light, albeit faintly, from the young man, "who said we were sitting still? Rachel was wanted for—"

"Boom thump—" A hurried knock on the door interrupted what Perlis was trying to say, and a voice shouted, "Officer, someone called the police and claimed to have seen Rachel at the Tottenham Court Road subway station near Oxford Street!"

"Let's go," Police Officer Perlis took his coat and urged Carles, who was still stunned by the table, "It's better to be one step ahead of him."

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The red and blue police lights were flashing behind her, the siren continued to blare, the co-pilot had no door, and the chaotic wind blew Hermione's eyes, "It's too fast, Anna! Too fast! It must be speeding!"

"Please, Hermione! If I decided to obey the traffic rules, I wouldn't be sitting here in the first place!"

"If you steal a nut, you'll be locked up, so it's better to rob Gringotts!" Ginny concluded with Rachel in her arms, "The consequences are similar, it's better to just let it go - you won't necessarily get caught!"

"That's right!" Anna cheered for Ginny, look at our ruthless Ginny, who usually doesn't open her mouth, but when she speaks it is a wonderful quatrain.

"God—" Along with Hermione's exclamation, Anna successfully avoided one car after another. The high-level response displayed by the system was not just a talk.

"Do you wizards drive so wildly?!"

"You're a wizard Hermione too, don't stay out of it - help me open the blue cloth bag around my waist!" Anna took out her wand from her sleeve and pointed it at the cloth bag Hermione opened. "Fly!"

The name is fitting.

Hermione swears she heard a crackling sound from the cloth bag, a book flew out of the bag, and Hermione quickly caught it.

An indescribable smell began to permeate.

"Oh shit—" Hermione thought that **** was a colloquial phrase from the wizarding world, "Forget it—open that book, there's a chapter called... er... Anyway, the chapter after the hard tongue curse."

Hermione swallowed. She had opened so many books, and she had never felt this way before. She could see the pictures in the book moving, which was weird and interesting.

"I found it! This chapter is called 'Give some privacy'!" Hermione unfolded the book to Anna, "And then what?"

Anna threw the wand to Hermione, "Learn it! Learn the spell!"

"?" Hermione thought it was because the wind was too strong that she couldn't hear it clearly, but her habit of being a scholar made her want to read the book line by line.

\'...Based on a smokescreen spell invented by a wizard (that thing is useless in a duel! Who will put a cigarette in a duel so that he can't see where the enemy is? Think twice! The author personally experienced it!) ——\'Mist Concealment Spell\', this spell removes the defensive effect of the smoke screen spell, and focuses on enhancing the smoke concentration and the accuracy of retraction...\'

\'... This spell is good for: escaping after a failed duel, getting rid of annoying pursuits, adding annoyance to a Quidditch match, etc. Great for: adding ambience to a bathroom, preventing pesky Muggles from peeping ( Because the old gentleman next door doesn't go out on foggy days, I'll make up this spell - so that he won't come peeping and give me some privacy, I'm irritable enough!)…\'

\'...If you are ready to protect your privacy, please wave your wand along with the picture, and read along with the accent logo: Clouds and Mist...\'

Can it really be successful? Hermione waved her wand dubiously according to the instructions, "Cloudy!"

She felt a cool feeling gathered in her palm, and then spread to her fingertips. The top of the wand began to gush out a stream of mist, a steady stream.

"Wow!" Ginny reached out and grabbed a hand, the air was moist.

Hermione was startled by her own magic, she looked at the small wooden stick in her hand, it looked so ordinary.

The cars on the road stopped, and the sudden heavy fog slowed down the whole area.

In a police car that was stuck in traffic, Carles was holding his head in shock, and he had maintained this position for a while.

Officer Perlis gave him a helpless look, "Young man—"

"That's a little girl no more than ten years old! She's driving! My God!" Carles screamed, "The girl in the back seat holding Rachel is still greeting me!"

"Uh~lightnovelpub.net~ I'm busy driving, so I might not be able to appreciate your surprise..."

Police Officer Perlis turned on the car radio, "Are you sure you read it right? How could a ten-year-old girl drive through the traffic? At the very least, this skill must be a tattooed brawny guy."

"I may have read it wrong," Carles nodded to himself, "Maybe he's crazy."

\'... broadcast a news, the sudden foggy weather paralyzed traffic in the West End of London, the mysterious local fog did not have the slightest warning, but experts claim that this is just a normal phenomenon of nature...\'

"It looks like we can't find Rachel, but if what you're saying is true, she's not **** with Eamon Pyder to suffer, that's good news." Polis looked out the window and could only Saw other lights that weren't very clear in the fog.

"A piece of good news?" Karless was stunned, "I thought you wanted to catch this innocent girl and make a deal as soon as possible!"

"Heh, young man," Sergeant Polis sneered, "I'd prefer to find evidence of Edmon Pade's crime through Rachel, we've been staring at this scum for a long time--planned when Rachel was in custody. told her about it, but she just ran away..."

"We can only pay attention to her movements under the name of wanted, and try to protect her safety without disturbing the situation."

"What?" Perlis felt a little amused when he looked at Carles' confused face, "Thinking he found out about the corruption of the London Police? Want to be a lone hero in the movie?"

Caleth's face flushed instantly, he faltered, "I've never... never... thought about it that way!"

"Trust me in this profession," Officer Perlis lit a cigarette and tuned the car radio to music, "at least most of the time it's pretty reliable."