From Beauxbatons to Hogwarts

Calvin looked around the opened secret room door and found nothing unusual. It seemed that the thief had done a very clean job.

"Tsk, do you think I can't find it this way, Peter?" Calvin said to himself.

He rummaged carefully from his sleeves and took out a scroll. With a slight shake, a strange-looking hound jumped out and rubbed Calvin's thigh affectionately.

Calvin knelt down and touched the hound's head, took out a ham sausage and stuffed it into the hound's mouth.The hound ate it with great pleasure.

"What is this?" Lucius asked with a hint of disgust.He felt a chill in his heart as he looked at this hound with four eyes, four ears, and a salivating mouth.

"This is a tracker dog," Calvin explained, "a canine-shaped magical creature native to England."

"More than 100 years ago, a British wizard named Sherlock Holmes first bred this hound. He and his assistant John Watson took this hound with them to help the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic at the time crack down on Many major cases.

It can be seen that at any time, most of the Aurors in the Ministry of Magic are a bunch of trash.Now five Aurors couldn't catch even one Barty Crouch.

Unfortunately, the breeding method of this kind of hunting dog was lost. It was not until I rediscovered it and developed many new uses, such as this. "

Calvin patted the tracking dog on the head, pointed to the opened secret room door of Malfoy's house and said, "Thames, go and take a look."

The strange-looking tracking dog barked "woof, woof" twice, rushed towards the door, stretched out its long tongue and licked the door of the secret room, not sparing any corner.Then the tracking dog licked the floor, walls, and ceiling of the secret passage.

Lucius looked at the walls, ceiling, and door handle of the secret room dripping with saliva, and resisted the feeling of nausea so as not to spit it out.He swore that Dobby would clean this place three times after he went out, otherwise he would never come back in.

The tracking dog licked every corner, and even licked some key places more than once. (We can no longer keep this secret room. Lucius thought.)

The tracking dog then sat on the ground with its eyes closed, like a statue.Lucius didn't dare to move or speak, for fear of accidentally touching the hound's saliva.

About a quarter of an hour later, the tracking dog woke up from its trance and walked to Calvin in a flattering manner.

Lucius no longer wanted to look at the dog. Its big mouth could no longer contain its saliva.

However, Calvin showed a knowing expression and took out a crystal bottle to catch the saliva from the tracking dog's mouth. Then he took out a ham sausage and stuffed it into the dog's mouth as a reward, "What a good boy, Thames."

After Thames finished eating the ham sausage, Calvin stuffed it back into the painting, then held up the crystal bottle filled with the tracking dog's saliva and said, "Okay, now we know the truth."

"The truth? Where is the truth?" Lucius asked without knowing why.

"Go out and tell us, this place really stinks," Calvin couldn't help it anymore. "Tracking dogs are good everywhere, but they have too much saliva and stink. If it wasn't for Voldemort, I wouldn't want to use it."

"I think so too." Lucius agreed and left the secret passage without looking back.

After returning to the small study, Calvin strode to the desk, "Do you mind if I use your desk?"

Lucius looked at Calvin, who had spread out the drawing paper on the desk, and said to himself: You have already used it, why do you still ask me?Lucius said gently: "You don't mind, Mr. Capet."

"Ah, very good."

Calvin carefully unfolded a long strip of drawing paper, took out a white pen barrel and a bottle of ink and placed it on the table.

"Are you going to paint, Mr. Capet?" Lucius asked.

"Well," Calvin poured the bottle of tracking dog saliva into the ink, "a pen made of the tracking dog's ribs and tail hair, plus the saliva produced by the tracking dog after exploring the scene, driven by magic. Next, we can restore the scene when the crime occurred.”

"Oh? So magical?" The shrewd Lucius quickly thought of several ways to make a fortune using this method. "Why haven't I heard anyone say this before?"

"Tracking dogs were lost after Mr. Holmes died, and this method was pioneered by me." Calvin snapped his fingers, and the white bone pen jumped up from the table and flew to the bowl with ink. , dipped some ink mixed with the saliva of the tracking dog, and began to draw on the white paper.

Lucius leaned close to Calvin and watched as this magical paintbrush painted the door of his secret room and a big fat mouse.Like a comic strip, the bone pen depicts the big fat mouse opening the door, entering the door, and walking out of the room carrying a notebook.

Lucius looked at the bone pen at the end of the comic strip, showing a close-up of the mouse like Muggle police officers treating criminals - a fat body, not much cat in the body, and most importantly: this mouse's left paw is missing. pointed a finger.

"So the thief is a mouse?" Lucius asked uncertainly, and he began to doubt whether Calvin's method was reliable.

"Rat? Of course he is a mouse, but he also has another identity." Calvin said.

"He?" Lucius was a little surprised as to why Calvin used "he" instead of "it" to refer to the mouse.

Calvin took another paintbrush, dipped in red paint, and drew a red circle on the missing finger of the mouse's left paw, and said emotionlessly, "I found you, Peter Pedillo."

"Peter Pedro?" Lucius was horrified, "Wasn't he killed by Barty Crouch Jr.?"

"Humph, of course not," Calvin sneered, "He has surrendered to Voldemort a long time ago and became a member of the Death Eaters. I didn't expect that he would be so devoted to Voldemort. I don't know where his loyalty comes from."

"Then, will the Dark Lord be resurrected?" Lucius asked in fear.

"What? Are you afraid?" Calvin asked with a strong sense of ridicule. He picked up the comic strip, pointed at the last mouse and said, "See clearly, Voldemort's followers only deserve to be a mouse and survive. The earth lives in the sewers. Mr. Malfoy, you don't want your family to end up like this."

"Don't dare, don't dare." Lucius lowered his head and said tremblingly.

"Just don't dare," Calvin said in a cold voice, then lifted Lucius's chin with his wand, and looked directly at him with his erratic eyes that turned into orange, "Occlumency. Practice and if you don't know how to write a letter to Snape, if you still want to live."