The Blood Curse at Hogwarts

They fought in classrooms late at night, they fought in empty toilets, they fought in the grass, and finally achieved results a month later. Patricia Stinson did not come.

Now the two little kids finally panicked and read a lot of extracurricular books. They also asked many friends for their opinions in the name of "I have a friend."

In the second month, her aunt still didn't come, and the next month she still didn't come, and there were even signs of morning sickness, but they were not too strong.

Chen Bin calculated on his fingers that he was only pregnant for three months at most, and his belly would not necessarily swell. The bulge would be covered by a large sweater and robe.

After Belby said everything that was on his mind, he felt much better and looked at Chen Bin with pleading eyes.

Diggory and the other two boys also looked at Chen Bin nervously, hoping that he could give some useful advice.

"Do you know how many girls in Stinson know about this?" Chen Bin asked calmly.

The three students shook their heads blankly, and then all looked at Belby.

Belby thought for a while and said unconfidently: "She seems to have mentioned it. She asked Angelina for her opinion. Other than that, I haven't heard her mention it with other girls."

"Is it Angelina Johnson of the Quidditch team?" Chen Bin asked: "Also, I would like to ask, can you confirm that the fetus must be yours?"

As soon as these words came out, the four of them felt like they were struck by lightning. Belby's expression was a mixture of anger and surprise, but his friend's expression was as if he had discovered a new world. It should be that children of this age did not have many pick-up men, cuckolds, and green tea. Bitch and other concepts.

Belby's face turned even paler, and he whispered: "It's that Senior Sister Johnson who plays Quidditch. That fetus should be mine. She hasn't been here for three months."

The three friends all turned red, and obediently shut up and listened.

"Think carefully"

Belby's face instantly turned red, and he stammered words that no one could hear clearly. After everyone comforted him for a moment, he finally became quiet.

"Pfft" Chen Bin laughed shamefully, these little brats are so funny, they can't tell the difference.

In order to make up for the lack of physiological hygiene classes in Hogwarts, Chen Bin had to give a brief explanation, then pointed out, and finally concluded: "This is related to the differences in human body structure. However."

The four of them nodded in unison, but Diggory asked curiously: "What?"

"Uh" Chen Bin made an empirical mistake. There are no bicycles in the wizarding world, and wizards really don't have any other sports except Quidditch since they were young.

"For Muggle transportation, don't pay attention to details." Chen Bin then asked Belby many embarrassing questions and so on.

Finally, when he had collected enough confessions, he turned around and took out the magic quill pen that automatically recorded behind him and a large stack of wool paper, and asked the surprised little kid to check it carefully and sign the blank space of each page. .

"You go back first, and then I will contact the school. Relax." Chen Bin paused, looked at the school uniforms of the two boys, and added: "Tonight, you two will accompany him, don't let He did something stupid, and the current situation is much better than you think, so just pretend that nothing happened for the time being."

The four of them nodded a little stupidly and watched Chen Bin walk out of the classroom with a relaxed expression on his face.

This is the soft skill of community policing that Chen Bin learned in his previous life. Through empathy, it can make the reporter and his relatives and friends feel relaxed, comfortable and natural, so as to obtain more accurate, more cooperative and broader clues.To put it in terms commonly used in Mainland China, law enforcement must be tempered.

It's just that the city he works in has been spoiled. People like to complain to the police when they have nothing to do. When asking for help, it's more like a boss looking for a secretary. Even small gangsters and big profiteers will cover up their crimes and demand courtesy and cooperation from the police. Be disciplined and gentle, otherwise labor and management will sue you to death. The suspect still wants five-star courtesy in the hotel after being arrested. This society has been distorted.

Now, seeing how honest and cooperative these little brats are, Chen Bin's investigation is almost as difficult as kindergarten level.

On the top floor of the principal's tower, the principal's office.

Chen Bin sat opposite Dumbledore like a starving man, eating his late dinner. Professor McGonagall, who sat next to Chen Bin, looked at page after page of evidence like Professor Dumbledore.

This recording method is different from the Aurors they have encountered. Every blank space is deleted with ink, and each page is numbered, such as no.01 of 13, until the final no.13 of 13. Each confession also has the signatures of the recorder and the witness, ensuring that there is no room for changes by both parties. 51 aesthetic novel enm.

After Chen Bin had eaten, they had already finished reading this third-person narrative record. Chen Bin got straight to the point: "Based on the confession of the reporter, I have reason to believe that Patricia Stinson is pregnant, but it seems from the confession that she is pregnant." "The abnormal behavior may be that she knew she was pregnant, but later deliberately had an illegal relationship with the unexperienced reporter, thereby trying to make him confirm the identity of the father of the fetus without his knowledge."

Dumbledore and McGonagall were silent, with a bit of uneasiness and embarrassment on their faces.

Seeing that Chen Bin did not continue, Mag had no choice but to bite the bullet and said: "This is just your speculation. I can't see anything suspicious in this document."

Dumbledore nodded in agreement, his eyes locked on Chen Bin for explanation.

"It can be seen from the reporter's confession that he cannot be sure. Therefore, my preliminary inference."

What Chen Bin said with a straight face made the two of them blush slightly, but they had to listen.

"In addition, there is an inverse ratio. As time goes by, the reporter becomes more and more nervous, but the female victim's nervousness gradually decreases. In the end, it becomes more like a formality to ask questions every day. This is an extremely abnormal change. The female victim should be more nervous than reporting the crime. People should be nervous. This is more like a female student with no criminal experience setting up a puzzle, but due to her unfamiliar acting skills, she showed abnormal behavior. She thought that this level of nervousness was the attitude of a normal pregnant student. .”

Dumbledore pondered for a few seconds, shook his head and said, "This is just your one-sided speculation, and the evidence also comes from one-sided rhetoric."

McGonagall had never been a judge, so she could only listen quietly.

"Yes." Chen Bin smiled and said: "I am not a legal representative, and this is not the Wizengamot. As the school, we need more evidence to prove or refute this inference. Before there is enough evidence, we We can only set the direction of the investigation, otherwise we have no way to start, and we can only agree that the child is Belby's. However, have you ever thought about contacting both parents if you don't investigate clearly, and identify them as the school's identity as the child's? Parents, you may encounter unexpected surprises after the child is born."

Dumbledore's expression changed upon hearing this, and he began to think deeply.

Professor McGonagall thought of the possibility, but used her eyes to signal Chen Bin to continue.

"The child she gave birth to looks nothing like Belby. This is the best result. Have you ever thought about it and don't rule out that the child will have brown skin or Asian features? Six months later, a certain family will be replaced as the father." It's very possible that this shit will be brought to the Daily Prophet, and that Hogwarts will be accused of recklessly misleading them."

As soon as Chen Bin said these words, the two people's expressions finally changed drastically.Obviously, the consequences of what Chen Bin said were beyond their imagination.

"What should we do?" Professor McGonagall asked nervously.

Chen Bin continued to have an emotionless poker face and said calmly: "At this stage, we want to verify the credibility of the reporter, that is, you will find Angelina to ask for some information in the name of Quidditch training. If she doesn't know, it's possible that the reporter misremembered the name, then ask Angelina for a list of the female victim's friends and ask them one by one. If they don't know at all, it can be concluded to a large extent that the female victim told The reporter lied. That is to say, she concealed some important clues and her testimony became unreliable. She may have planned it alone, or her friends were accomplices on her side."

Seeing Chen Bin suddenly break the chapter, Dumbledore urged: "What next?"

"Then" Chen Bin said with a weird look on his face: "Since we have absolute confidence that she is the one who arranged the plan, the child in her belly can almost infer that she is not the one who reported the crime. Can't the school pressure her and question her? If she refuses to say anything, You can start with her friends. Expulsion or threats can be easily dealt with."

"No, this is just your inference. At this point, there is still no substantial evidence." Dumbledore said decisively: "I can't threaten the student without evidence. She may be innocent, or she may have something to hide."

Professor McGonagall didn't speak, but her eyes agreed with Dumbledore's point of view.

: "Are you qualified to say this?"

If Chen Bin hadn't been unable to defeat these two men, he would have slapped the table and started scolding him.

: "Last school year, which principal threatened to send me to the Wizengamot without evidence?"

Dumbledore: ""

д: "Last year, that transfiguration professor and the school administrator interrogated me 35 times without evidence."

Professor McGonagall: ""

╬ Yi: "Speak"

"Ahem." Dumbledore returned to his original indifferent expression and said kindly: "At that time, I thought your wand had fired the Death Curse, but I didn't expect that your Illuminating Curse had reached an extraordinary level, so it didn't count."