"I was at the time picking up my hat which had been given to me by my master. I was in a narrow space between two buildings on the opposite side of the road."
Lorenzo's face went white, he swallowed his spit, and his heart was beating rapidly in his chest as if he had gone back to that rainy day.
Just as I was about to pick up my hat and go out, I suddenly heard two noises, and two men appeared on the street, materializing right in front of the postman.
Amostad nodded, looking at the emotionally agitated Lorenzo.
"Sit down and talk, Lauren. Don't be afraid. Didn't they find out you weren't?”
"I'm sorry, Amosta. I've never seen anything so absurd."
Lauren followed instructions and sat back in his seat. He removed his reading glasses, wiped them with a tissue, and then looked at the young master with a calm expression, adding a few more reverence to his heart.
There was a gang, whose number must not be small. They possessed extraordinary abilities, had their own circles and organizations. The government may or may not know about their existence. But if they do, the government must be helping them conceal it from the public. And young master...he is a person of status and identity in this circle.
This was all that Lawrence could deduce.
". One of them pointed a small stick at the postman, who should have seen that the situation was dangerous. Then, he couldn't move like he was."
"Paralyzed," Amosta said for him.
"That's right, it was paralysis."
Lauren stared at those deep, inscrutable eyes, his fist clenched under the tablecloth.
"I didn't hear what they were discussing, but after these two paralyzed the postman, they checked the packages he delivered. They opened a box and waved the stick, and the contents flew everywhere. There were several black chocolate frogs among them which they picked out. They controlled one of them and it flew into the throat of the postman. That's all that happened at that time."
From the young master's expression, Lawrence knew that everything he had summarized was of great importance to him. He watched the young master anxiously, sincerely hoping that what he had seen could help him.
However, he did not ask anything out of curiosity, as he had served the Brean family all his life and had witnessed many business secrets. Lawrence was very clear that some things knew less was better.
Thud, thud, thud——
Knocking his fingers against the table a few times, Amosta asked,
"After those two people left, did you check the delivery of the postman, Lauren?"
"That's right——"
Laurence was momentarily distracted. The young master, with his grave expression, seemed more like the old master. During many significant moments in the development of the Brean family, when the old master was making important decisions, Lawrence often stood by his side, and he was already very familiar with that solemnity mixed with a hint of coldness in the eyes.
"After they left, I stayed in the crack for a few minutes. It was raining heavily at that time, and not many people passed by. Before the police came, I went to check the packages. I found out that the sender of the opened package was Harry Potter. From a village called Hogwarts, there were also two packages with this address. One belonged to Hermione Granger, and the other to Ron Weasley."
Laurence remembered this incident very clearly. The reason he had been lying in bed, sick for this period of time, was partly due to catching a cold rain, but mostly because of the shock and scare he had endured.
It was the day of the attack on Hermione.
Amosta realized immediately. That's why, at the time he saw those three small guys at the Three Broomsticks pub, they looked guilty. They were secretly donating things to the orphanage.
Another sigh escaped from within his heart.
Emotionally, the kindness of Harry, Ron, and Hermione still caused a slight stir in him. However, from a rational standpoint, Amosta had to say that their actions were both foolish and unlucky.
He would also take some magical candy from the wizarding world to give to the children in the orphanage, but did they not sift through them before sending them out? No, with Hermione there, she certainly wouldn't forget that. Unless something happened at that time that diverted Hermione's attention.
That was indeed the case. Harry was in a temper because he had encountered Cedric Diggory and Cho Chang on a date, and Hermione was so concerned with his emotions that she failed to notice the clue.
It was precisely because of Hermione's attack that the Ministry of Magic rushed to investigate the packages sent from Hogwarts, and eventually fell under the attention of those with malicious intentions.
"I need to see your memories, Lauren."
Look at my memories?
Listening to the young master's flat words, Laurence was stunned, not understanding what he meant. But when he saw the black, neat little stick that appeared out of his sleeve, his lips tightened instantly, and he felt a strong urge to escape.
"This is a magic wand, the two people you saw are wizards, the way they killed the postman is called magic,"
Amosta smiled as he watched Lauren, who was breathing heavily.
"As you guessed, I am also a wizard."
"Wizard. Magic. This——This can't be——"
Laurence's eyes glazed over, muttering.
"Too incredible."
"About the matters involving 'us', Lauren——"
Amosta said gently.
"I know you would be curious, but I can't reveal too much. What you saw is important, and I need to personally witness it. Don't worry, drawing out your memories will not harm you."
"Draw out memories——"
Laurence's mouth twitched as he tried to show a smile to ease the tension, but the expression he made was more like a tic after a stroke.
"It sounds like they want to perform a brain surgery."
Laurence took a deep breath and relaxed his expression, "How do you need me to cooperate?"
It was as if a thread of ice was being pulled out from the sides of his temples, and Laurence felt no discomfort at all. Instead, there was a faint sense of coolness. He watched as the silver thread that had been extracted from his head wrapped around the tip of the wand in the young master's hand, and then the young master skillfully rotated his wrist, causing the silver thread to spin rapidly, creating a dazzling aura!
Huah——
With a crisp response, the glow expanded rapidly in Lauren's stunned gaze, and eventually, the slightly somber three-dimensional scene took over the luxurious small restaurant.
"That's incredible."
Looking at the street in front of him that had brought him nightmares, Laurence whispered, while Amosta didn't pay attention to Laurence's shock, he walked into the picture, came to the two men in black suits and wide-brimmed hats standing there.
The scene flowed silently, everything was much the same as Lauren had just described, Amosta watched quietly, his lips pulling into a cold smile, but by the time the Muggle fell to the ground at the end, his expression was solemn again.
"Delris."
In the fixed gloomy world, Amosta closed his eyes.
"Foolish"
Amosta sighed again, questioning whether the man named Delris and the other guard who had done this knew the consequences of their actions.
"Just moments ago, I declared to the wizarding world that I would root out an organization that treated Muggles cruelly with ruthless means, only to turn around and find that British Aurors, under the orders of higher-ups, had killed an innocent Muggle. This is an outrageous event that could bring down the British Ministry of Magic!"
Amosta was well aware that political struggle has no bottom line, but he had not expected these people to go this far.
(Chapter ends)
