In an instant, many guesses popped up in Amost's mind, but none of them could link to Harry and Lawrence's suspicion at this moment.
Since this semester began, Harry has been 'behaving himself' at Hogwarts, with no rumors of any trouble or visits back to his aunt and uncle's house. So what could possibly make Lawrence care about Harry, just a casual acquaintance?
He bluntly asked if he had caused any trouble.
Amost maintained an expressionless face, but his mind was on high alert.
"What's the matter, Lawrence? How did you suddenly bring up Potter?"
Amost showed just the right amount of surprise and confusion.
It seemed as if he was undergoing a fierce internal struggle. Lawrence's breathing gradually accelerated, and his normally pale complexion flushed with a blush. He hesitated, unsure whether or not to confide in Master Brayn.
Although the events that occurred before his eyes were completely incomprehensible, he could keenly sense that there was a plot behind it. If he told the young master, would he be pulled into a dangerous vortex? The skills those people possess could be dangerous. But if the plot itself was aimed at the young master, then...
The child named Harry Potter is the young master's student, and he sends things to the orphanage. He knows the Hages Orphanage, clearly showing his great trust in the young master. And the things he sent were used by two people with god-like power to kill the mailman.
Lawrence has been pondering this matter repeatedly, and it seems that there is an intricate connection between the young master and this incident.
Suddenly, Lawrence's expression changed, and the previous euphoria caused by the young master's arrival here due to that letter made him remember something.
How did the young master manage to come to his room last night without disturbing anyone?!
Indeed, the security of the manor is not as strong as it used to be, but it is still not an easy task for an untrained ordinary person to sneak in without making a sound. However, if the young master, like those two assassins who can suddenly appear somewhere, can enter a place like this, then it would be an extremely simple matter for him to enter the manor.
Once his thoughts started to flow, Lawrence became more and more uncomfortable with what he was thinking.
He has investigated the young master, but besides that orphanage, he cannot find any trace of the young master's social activities. No educational background, no employment records, no credit card consumption records, and no property purchase records. It seems as if the young master is a complete non-existent person.
"Lawrence?"
Amost narrowed his eyes, and his powerful mental abilities had already sensed some faint ideas in Lawrence's thoughts.
Lost in his speculation, Lawrence was startled by the voice, instinctively taking a step back away from the nearby Amost.
"What's wrong?"
Amost's expression returned to a gentle and composed demeanor.
"Based on your expression and eyes, it seems like you're suspecting me of being a criminal who has done something wrong?"
Lawrence fixed his gaze intently on the face by the dining table, which bore a striking resemblance to the old master, his expression complex and his lips dry.
"Young master--"
Lawrence croaked out a sound, and this time, Amost did not correct his address, merely maintaining a posture of listening.
"Please take a look at this first."
As he spoke, Lawrence reached into his suit jacket pocket and pulled out a newspaper.
Amost glanced at the newspaper, and from the state of wear on the folded and creased newspaper, which had become white and blurry, it was clear that Lawrence had looked at this Daily Mail many times.
Lawrence unfolded the newspaper and expertly turned through the front page and the second page. By the third page, he folded it several times to present the news he wanted Amost to see.
A photograph, a middle-aged man in ordinary post office clothing lying in the rain, with a bicycle and scattered packages beside him.
"Orphanage?"
With just a glance, Amost confirmed from the background of the photograph that this was the street where Hages Orphanage is located.
Lawrence nodded in agreement.
"This is what happened on the day I went to Hages Orphanage to attend a donation ceremony."
Amost scanned the text on the newspaper:
Dickent Bose is a mail carrier. Recently, his body was found on Forest Street. At the time of the incident, Dickent was performing his daily delivery work. Upon receiving the report, the police sealed off the scene and conducted a thorough investigation. According to a police officer interviewed by our newspaper, it was raining at the time of the incident, and the heavy rain washed away any traces left behind.
The coroner's examination of Dickent Bose did not find any signs of physical abuse on his body, but they found a considerable amount of solid chocolate in Mr. Bose's throat. Based on this, it was deduced that Mr. Bose may have swallowed the whole block of chocolate and accidentally choked to death.
However, according to Dickent Bose's wife, this was a murder disguised as an accident, because her husband did not normally like chocolate.
The specific truth of the case will be investigated by the police, and our newspaper will keep you updated on any developments.
Chocolate. Choked on the throat?
Amost stared deeply at the photograph on the newspaper, watching the slightly terrified face, and remained silent for a long time.
"What did you see?"
After a while, Amost calmly asked.
Lawrence's body trembled slightly. Just with that one question, he could already determine that the young master was truly involved in this matter as he had speculated, and it was highly likely that he possessed similar wondrous abilities as those two assassins.
There are actually such people in this world!
To maintain his shattered worldview, after seeing that incident, Lawrence has always tried to avoid recalling or extending it. But now, he can only face this problem.
"The postman did indeed die of chocolate being stuck in his throat—"
Lawrence struggled to say,
"I saw it, a chocolate frog. It was moving like it was alive, inside a delivery box."
Chocolate frog?
Amost furrowed his eyebrows deeply.
"Was it sent by Harry Potter?"
"The sender on the box was Harry Potter, and there were two more packages sent from the same address. The senders were Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley."
"Stupidity."
At this moment, even Amost sighed in his heart.
This is not the kind of offense those three would normally commit by breaking school rules at Hogwarts. Sending magical snacks to Muggles; if the Ministry of Magic found out, they undoubtedly have the right to sue them and have Hogwarts expel them.
But what is even worse, the thing they sent accidentally killed a Muggles. This is a crime that will definitely lead to Azkaban prison.
No
But then, the thought abruptly stopped, and a bolt of thunder crossed Amost's eyes. The pressure he exerted for a moment almost made Lawrence, who had just recovered from an illness, struggle to catch his breath.
Chocolate frogs are well-known candies in the magical world, loved by young wizards and children with magical family backgrounds. As the target audience are all children, these candies have certain safety features to ensure their safety. Chocolate frogs will not actively go into someone's throat. Even if the delivery boy, curious about the contents, opened the package and saw a frog that was jumping around, it is not logical for him to deliberately put it in his own throat.
Amost hadn't heard of any precedents in the magical world where someone had died by choking on a chocolate frog, unless——
"Tell me, Lawrence—"
Amost slowly stood up and gazed at the sweating Lawrence with a serious expression.
"Someone made that chocolate frog fly into this unfortunate Muggles throat, right?"
(Chapter ends)
