Chapter 7 Simple Reasoning

Having said that, everyone's eyes turned to Benson. They needed a reasonable explanation for the murder, the spell failure, and the weather.

The old gentleman coughed slightly and said seriously: "The situation is serious, gentlemen. He thinks that someone is placing a magic suppressing spell on the train, which is why many spells have failed.

"As for the purpose, he guessed it was related to the murder in compartment 4-A. The murderous legs were trying to prevent them from using the tracking spell..."

"Then they can let Bowman break the curse." Another young mechanic interrupted.

Benson glanced at him and said to the tall man: "Shovel, take care of my new guy."

The shovel glared at the young man and said in a deep voice: "Shut up, Cecil, go over there. It's not my turn to give random directions."

The young mechanic shrugged his shoulders and stepped aside knowingly.

"Young people nowadays don't know what etiquette is." After complaining, Benson continued his analysis.

After a brief moment of peace, Cecil turned his attention to Xing Ze, "Hey, Oriental, haven't you seen me, are you new here?

Xing Ze hid the small jar in his backpack, shook his head and said, "No, he is just a suspect."

The young mechanic was stunned for a moment, then let out a few low laughs. He leaned towards Xing Ze and whispered: "I'm really interesting. It must be very tiring working on that old man's leg.

Seeing that he didn't believe it, Xing Ze didn't explain too much. He chatted with Cecil word by word, hoping that the young man would quickly lose interest in him so that he could continue to unlock the secrets in the jar.

Perhaps Cecil's enthusiasm exceeded Xing Ze's expectations. It wasn't until Benson's analysis was completed and Conductor Balk assigned some tasks to the staff that he left.

From Cecil's thick accent, it is not difficult to tell where he comes from. The Welsh are the most enthusiastic people in Great Britain. That seems to be true, but Xing Ze still thinks that he is too familiar.

On the other side, the conductor shook the cup in his leg and invited Benson: "Can I have a glass, please? Authentic Scotch whiskey is different from the parallel imports in the bar."

"No, old friend, I know he doesn't drink during working hours." The old gentleman walked in front of the conductor.

"My loss, let them get down to business and tell him the truth, Benson."

The old gentleman leaned back slightly so that he could walk more comfortably, "No, Balk, someone cast a weather spell."

"I must be confused, Benson, no one can create a blizzard of this magnitude, not even Dumbledore.

"He didn't say he did it alone."

The conductor frowned and tapped the glass with his leg fingers, "If it's not a person? But he really can't think of it, then what is it? Just if it's not, does it mean killing a person?"

"Is it a premeditated murder?" Benson said solemnly. "He went to check the wine counter. The murderer found poison in the bottle of mead, not in the cup, so he couldn't send the wine waiter. So. There are several reasons. He doesn't have any extra poison, otherwise he could poison them all to death...

"Wait a minute, I asked him if he had poisoned the bottle of mead. For Merlin's sake, for the first time, he felt that it was right not to provide alcohol to students. Then someone probably drank that bottle of mead."

"As far as he knows, that bottle of mead has provided two rooms since departure."

Having said that, Benson turned to look at Xing Ze behind him, and the train conductor followed his gaze. It was only now that he noticed another person standing in the room.

The strange young man was playing with a small jar at the moment. He had an ordinary appearance, about 1.78 meters tall, and looked very focused.

"Who is that kid? Could it be that he's a passenger in another room?"

"I guessed wrong, Balk."

"He doesn't look like he's been poisoned..."

"He has a special method for detecting poisons." The train conductor was interrupted by Xing Ze, "Use that." There was a yellow talisman in the young man's leg.

After knowing whether Alan Hoffman drank mead and died like himself, Xing Ze has been compiling and perfecting the lie of rebirth in his mind. Otherwise, it would be too strange for him to drink the same mead and be fine. .

Fortunately, his mother in that world would bring herself a stack of yellow talismans every time she came to England. Those yellow talismans are similar to magic scrolls. After they are made, they can be used without chanting spells. They are quite convenient.

The yellow talisman currently in Xing Ze's leg is a drying spell. It is often used to dry clothes and bodies. It should be more than enough to deceive uninformed foreigners.

As expected, the train conductor opened his eyes wide and sighed: "Magical Eastern magic. I heard that riding and flying over there rely on swords. Oh my god, how much does it hurt?"

"They are standing on the sword, or walking behind." Benson explained helplessly, "Balk, let them get back to business."

Xing Ze was not very interested in participating in the discussion between the two. Benson's speculation was similar to his - a premeditated plan.

But what is the enemy's goal?

Harry Potter is alive and well. The train's escape was no longer a matter of time. Although the wind and snow were raging outside, the power module of the Hogwarts Express could run for several days at low power consumption. There was nothing to worry about.

So instead of racking his brains to figure out the enemy's plan, Xing Ze was more willing to solve the mystery of his legs and head.

The small jar stolen from the crime scene has a sophisticated mechanism. He is very curious about what is hidden inside that requires such protection.

Now, Xing Ze has found the key, and it will take a little more time to solve it.

"Benson, go on."

"The murderer doesn't have so much poison, but he knows Alan Hoffman very well, the deceased. The key is that he may know the supply information of the bar, so that he can accurately identify the poison."

Balk got up and poured himself some more wine. He took a sip and said, "So do we suspect Bauman? Just because he appeared at the bar? Well, what about Mrs. Rebecca? She goes to the bar almost every once in a while."

"She is too obvious, Balk, and if it's not her, then There is no need to poison the bottled wine, it would be more appropriate to poison the glass directly. "

"Okay, okay." Balk waved his legs angrily, "He doesn't want to play detective games with me, Benson, just tell him what the enemy wants to do? Trap them? Attack students? Kill people?"

"I'm sorry, old friend." Benson shrugged his shoulders, "He can't guess what the enemy wants to do. But he is sure that the death of Alan Hoffman has begun."

"They may come for Harry Potter." Xing Ze finally unlocked the mechanism of the jar.