I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

To be honest, not only Catherine didn't like to listen to Hagrid's lectures, but even Harry, who had a particularly good relationship with Hagrid, didn't really listen to them.

It's not that there's anything wrong with Hagrid's teaching skills, it's just that children of this age are only thinking about playing.

Louis wasn't all about fun, but he... But he wasn't interested in magical animals at all, he swore on the lamp.

Catherine knelt down and gently pressed the wound around the corpse with her hand wearing a white lace glove. She frowned slightly, raised her head and asked, "Do other animals die in this way?"

"Yes." The female operator nodded and confirmed, and she said intentionally or unintentionally: "Well, Sterling Farm is the largest farm around. The Sterlings usually have a good reputation and often donate to schools in the town. , What a pity for these two good people... Sigh..."

"Alas." Louis also sighed.

Catherine stood up, squeezed Louis' shoulder, and whispered: "Let's go and take a look at the crime scene, and then take a look at the farmer's body."

The female operator immediately and diligently led them the way. The operator holding a cordon at the door of the house wanted to stop them, but was stopped by the female operator.

"These two are agents from MI5." She said concisely, and the agents immediately moved out of the way. It would be better to do less than to do more. No one wanted to have any discord with MI5.

Since the scene was fully protected, the furnishings in the house were exactly the same as when the crime occurred. The two white circles on the ground marked the location where the bodies of the farmer and his wife were originally located. Unlike the cattle pen where there was no trace of blood, the blood here was almost flowing into a small river.

"The amount of bleeding is quite large." Louis shook his head and commented. At this time, the chair behind them suddenly moved. Louis looked back and saw that there was no one there. It was probably someone from the trio who accidentally bumped into him.

Fortunately, the female operator's mind was not there, so the matter was covered up.

"It seems that the murderer broke in through the window." Catherine pointed to the shotgun next to the white circle by the window and said: "It seems that the farmer, Mr. Sterling, was aware of the situation outside. He stood by the window, holding this shotgun. He shouted loudly to stop the mysterious murderer, but in the end, because he disturbed the murderer and angered him, he was killed tragically, and even his wife was not spared."

"I think the murderer probably didn't come for the two of them..." Catherine added.

"Why do you say that?" Louis asked with raised eyebrows.

"Don't worry, wait until we take a look at the farmer's body before we make a conclusion." Catherine curled her lips.

The operators naturally responded to the requests of the MI5 agents. The female operator drove the two of them to the morgue of the police station. The equipment in British morgues these days is pretty good. There are push-pull freezers on both sides of the wall, and the bodies of the farmer Mr. and Mrs. Stirling are parked inside.

"It seems that the two of them are still neighbors after death." Louis said a cold joke.

Catherine glanced at him and said nothing. Instead, she opened the two refrigerators, inspected them briefly, and then stepped back.

"It's just as I suspected, Agent Mountbatten." Catherine pushed up her glasses with her index finger, feeling like she was possessed by Conan - but she looked like his mother-in-law, Yingli. "There were heavy scratches on the body of the deceased. , and there are no bite marks on the body similar to those on farm animals... In this way, my inference is established, the murderer is most likely targeting the farm animals."

"Yeah." Louis nodded, agreeing with Catherine's statement.

After leaving their contact information, the two left the police station and drove to a hotel in the town. The three little ones grabbed the cloaks off their bodies and kept fanning themselves.

"It's too hot, this cloak is really suffocating." Hermione complained, and then asked excitedly: "Catherine, how did you infer so much information from limited information?"

"Ah, I was just guessing." Catherine smiled irresponsibly: "So Miss Know-It-All——"

"I'm not a know-it-all, stop talking about it!" Hermione used to be quite proud of this title, but now, she always feels like someone is mocking her when she hears this nickname.

Know-it-all has a bit of PTSD. It seems that in the afternoon, Catherine gave her a big blow.

To put it bluntly, Hermione, who had always been very confident in her own knowledge reserves, was beaten to a pulp by a pure-blood wizard in terms of Muggle knowledge. It was a normal reaction to be a little unable to accept it.

"Are you really not a know-it-all?" Catherine leaned down, level with her face. The two were so close that Hermione could even feel Catherine's breath. For a moment, she fell into a panic. .

"I, I, I... I really am not..." Hermione whimpered: "Just let me go, Catherine... I am pathetic enough."

"Humph." Catherine chuckled and said, "Okay, let me let you go first. Let's go and get a few rooms in the hotel first."

With that said, she took Lewis's arm, turned around and walked towards the hotel.

"Tell me what could be the fault." Lewis asked the three little ones in a low voice in the room.

Three little ones, you look at me, I look at you, no one can tell.

"Could... could it be some kind of giant bat?" Ron asked cautiously.

Hermione immediately denied his words: "No, it's unlikely. First of all, the kind of scratches are not like those that bats can have. Besides...if it was a bat, the farmer Mr. Sterling would definitely shoot first instead of Loudly drive away..."

"You mean werewolves?" Harry asked tentatively, "But werewolves? Werewolves don't suck blood either?"

"Could it be a vampire?" Ron raised another terrifying possibility.

"Probably not." Catherine said with some hesitation: "The vampire Ron mentioned seems to be somewhat consistent. After all, if it is a humanoid creature, it is also consistent with the farmer's practice of expelling it first - but if it is a vampire, then why doesn't he Suck the farmers instead of the animals? This is somewhat illogical..."

"Is it possible that they have switched to vegetarianism?" Louis said with a hiccup, "Didn't it mean that vampires will not let go of any opportunity to suck human blood? They are not good men and women..."

"I don't know about that." Catherine shrugged and put her hand on her forehead helplessly: "There are too many unreasonable things in this case... Oh my god..."

"If this case was easy to handle, Sister Li An wouldn't be so upset." Louis said with a smile. He took out this year's new Nokia 2110 from his pocket and dialed Solan Li'an's number.

Solanlian's mobile phone was also given to her by Louis when she was leaving. After teaching her how to use it, he told her to keep it on and wait for his call.

Soon, the call was answered.

"Hello? Sister Leanne?" Louis asked.

"It's me." A voice with a heavy electric tone came from the other side of the phone, but it could be vaguely distinguished as Solanlian's voice.

Louis briefly talked about the doubtful points of the case in the Muggle world, and then he asked emphatically: "Sister Leanne, is the case in the Horned Eagle Village basically consistent with the case in the Muggle world?"

"Yes, it's basically the same, except that one person is missing." Solanlian's voice was a little tired: "Do you have any clues over there?"

"Not yet. If there is, I will definitely tell you." After a few more instructions, Louis hung up the phone.

Catherine sat on the edge of the bed and asked softly: "How is it? What did mother say?"

"The cases in Horned Eagle Village are basically consistent with the cases in the Muggle world." Louis shrugged: "They were all poultry and livestock whose blood was sucked dry, but there is an additional missing girl in the magic world."

"Then it seems that the perpetrators should be the same kind of person...the same kind of creature." Hermione said quickly.

Afterwards, the four of them fell into a moment of silence.

None of you here are professional detectives. Besides, even if you are professional detectives, it seems that they are of little use when faced with such cases in the magical world that do not match your professional expertise.

"What now?" Ron asked.

"Wait, let's go out to have a meal first, and then wait here." Lewis winked and sighed: "We can only wait for them to commit another crime again, and then find the common ground in the case."

"No, Xiaolu." Catherine suddenly said: "I remember the female operator once told me that Sterling Farm is the largest farm around. Do you think it is possible..."

"You mean...?" Louis quickly understood: "Criminals will take advantage of everyone's unresponsiveness to raid the next farm?"

"It's very possible!" Catherine stood up immediately and said to Louis: "Let's go down together and find out what other farms are around!"

Louis nodded and followed Catherine out of the room, and the three little ones followed suit.

The owner of the hotel was a talkative middle-aged man. When he saw Louis chatting with him, he immediately jumped on the snake and started talking about everything that could be discussed.

After wandering around for a long time, Louis finally got the answer he wanted. The Ramsey Farm, more than ten kilometers away from here, is one of the only farms around the town.

The other one is Sterling's farm.

The five people drove off and finally arrived at Ramsay Farm before sunset.

In order to appear more realistic, Louis also specially put two lightweight pieces on his car and punctured two tires.

It was not far from the main house of the farm. After walking for about seven or eight minutes, the five of them arrived at the door.

Louis stretched out his hand and knocked on the door. After a while, the door opened. The person who opened the door was a spirited old man.

"Hello, dear sir." Louis said politely, with elegant and impeccable etiquette: "I'm sorry to disturb you at this time. Our family's tire burst on the road, and there are not enough spare tires in the car, so I was wondering if you could be kind enough to let us disturb you for one night?”

Louis' elegant demeanor instantly dispelled the old man's suspicion. He smiled and stretched out his hand to hold Louis's hand, and promised: "No problem, of course no problem. I am the owner of this farm, James Ramsey. Welcome all five of you."

"Hello, Mr. Ramsay." Louis smiled: "I am Louis Mountbatten."

The old man's expression changed, and he asked in surprise: "Louis Mountbatten? What is your relationship with Lord Mountbatten of Windsor Castle...?"

"That's my grandpa." Louis nodded honestly.

"Ah...ah..." Mr. Ramsay shook Louis' hand again and said excitedly: "You are actually the grandson of the Commander? Oh my God... I was fortunate enough to serve in Burma during the last war. At the end of the war, I was promoted to the headquarters as a staff officer because of my military exploits. I was fortunate enough to work with the Commander..."

"Ah... you are grandpa's comrade-in-arms?" Louis was also in awe. After all, the man in front of him was also an old soldier who had fought against the Japanese. He still had to have the respect he deserved.

"Of course, of course." Mr. Ramsay looked at the four people behind him suddenly, and quickly invited everyone to sit in the room.

He immediately called the servants at home and asked them to quickly prepare dinner for the young master of the old governor's family.

"Since you are Grandpa's comrade-in-arms, I will tell you some things directly." Louis has always had the habit of beating around the bush, which is not in line with the British. He likes to go straight, "The other farm in town... is the Sterling Farm. Listen. Have you told me about the case that happened over there?”

"Old Sterling?" Mr. Ramsay nodded: "I heard it. Just this morning, Lisa...oh, she was the maid hired by my family. She told me about Ramsay Farm. Things like that, well... speaking of it, we are still friends, and the old couple are good people praised by everyone in the town, but it’s a pity that in their old age, something like this happens."

As he spoke, Mr. Ramsay began to cross himself on his chest and pray for Mr. and Mrs. Sterling.

Seemingly infected by Mr. Ramsey's tone, Louis also said a little lowly: "We are here just for this case."

"You...are here for this case?" Old Ramsey seemed a little unresponsive.

"Of course, thanks to some small connections, I got a casual position in MI5. No... I happened to encounter this kind of thing while on vacation. It is also within our scope of authority, so I came to take a look." Louis half He said it half-heartedly - but he was indeed recorded in the MI5 files, just not as an ordinary agent.

"That's it." Old Ramsey nodded and asked hesitantly: "I heard that the case at Sterling Farm is quite strange. Have you found any clues?"

"A little, but not much." Louis sighed softly: "It seems that the murderer did not go for the Sterlings, but specifically targeted the livestock on their farm, which ultimately led to the murderer taking the risk and killing him. What happened to the Sterlings was that they discovered the murderer."

"This..." Mr. Ramsey frowned and asked with some confusion: "Sorry, Master Lewis, I don't understand the murderer's motive. Why is their main purpose to slaughter the livestock on Sterling Farm? "