radicalducati Chapter 94 Searching for Clues
Chapter 94 Searching for Clues
Chapter 94 Searching for Clues
"So, sir, for your safety's sake, you should return to England first," Julia advised.
"Of course, you can also leave a way to send a letter. I—the Magic Congress—will notify you as soon as I can provide a detailed explanation of this incident." She originally wanted to say that she would definitely inform you in detail after she found out the truth, but considering the reputation of the Magic Congress, she was unwilling to let the reputation that the Twelve Aurors had worked so hard to build be destroyed in front of outsiders from England.
The elderly wizard appeared to be a very well-mannered gentleman. He didn't press Julia for an explanation, but instead said kindly, "Of course, of course. It's like this, Miss Julia, the British magical world has recently introduced a magical item called a communicator, which allows wizards in different places to contact each other."
As he spoke, he took out a communicator resembling a pocket watch and handed it to Julia, explaining how to use it.
He said, "This thing has a tutorial; Miss Julia, you can take a look if you have time, or you can go through it directly. This thing can contact me promptly, saving me the trouble of sending letters by owl."
Julia took the communicator and, following the old man's instructions, discovered that there was already a contact named "Percival Gellert" in the communicator's chat group.
"Huh, did that old gentleman walk so fast?" She studied it for a while, then looked up and suddenly realized that the old gentleman seemed to have already left.
"It's better to leave early, lest those scumbags in the Magic Congress introduce new laws to prohibit wizards from speaking out." Thinking of the current Magic Congress, Julia was furious. She put the communicator on her waist and prepared to head to the Great Lakes wizarding area.
With a snap, she vanished from the spot in a phantom transformation.
A thoughtful voice suddenly echoed from the deserted street: "Should I send Ryan over with me? Perhaps he would be more effective."
Percival Gellert suddenly reappeared on the street, staring at the spot where Julia had just left, seemingly trying to track Apparition's landing point.
"And without any preparation, they went straight to the scene—Merlin! Kids these days are really bold."
The old man shook his head, feeling that the young people of the Magic Congress were getting worse with each generation. He thought back to the few friends he knew from the Magic Congress back in the day…
I've never been this unprofessional before.
"We still have to go and see. The Magic Council shouldn't be that rotten yet."
"The reason these people choose to cover it up is probably not because they are simply trying to cure a disease, but because they are unable to solve the problem."
The old man's figure disappeared in the next instant.
Julia, who arrived ahead of what she thought was her destination, suddenly discovered an important problem: the actual location of the massacre was being kept strictly secret.
"The Great Lakes region is a very large area. Which place was the location of the wizarding community where the massacre took place?"
She had finally mustered the courage to prove her abilities through a fair trial, only to find that she lacked the most basic prerequisites. She seemed somewhat frustrated.
She briefly considered going to England to question the wizard who discovered the massacre, but just as she was about to take that step, she remembered the Daily Prophet's claim that the wizard who was released back to England had signed a confidentiality agreement, under which even he, as an eyewitness, could not reveal the actual location of the massacre!
This includes the Aurors who arrived at the scene after the incident, and even those people may have been silenced.
It is possible that only his father, Benjamin Wilkinson, and the current president and vice president of the Magical Congress know the specifics.
After searching for a while using only the Auror's investigative methods that she hadn't passed the assessment, she found no trace of any activity. She could only try asking people in different residential areas without any further information.
"Sir, do you know of any areas in the vicinity where a horrific accident has occurred?"
"A horrific accident? What was that?" The wizard being questioned frowned and retorted, "Has something happened nearby? Is it no longer safe? What is the Magic Council doing! How are they protecting the wizarding world?!"
After being rebuffed, Julia Wilkinson's face turned pale, then red: "No, no, I'm a tourist from abroad. I heard there was some accident around here and wanted to come and find out."
The wizard being questioned rolled his eyes at her: "Nonsense."
"Sorry, sorry, I disturbed you." Julia fled in a panic, then chose another wizard's residence nearby to inquire about the situation.
But the situation was beyond her expectations. Several wizarding families said that they had never seen or even heard of any bloodshed in the vicinity.
After several setbacks, she determined that there were several places nearby where wizards lived, and that the wizards there knew nothing about the massacre!
But if there really was a serial killer nearby, she certainly wouldn't let the local residents know nothing about it—after thinking it over, she figured it might be somewhere else in the Great Lakes region, and she decided to search along the lakeshore one by one.
"Anyway, there are only about a dozen wizard settlements here, so we can just search them a few more times." She said, then Apparated to the next area.
While asking around in other wizarding communities, Julia suddenly realized that the old man she had met at the entrance of the Magic Council claimed to have a friend living in a wizarding community in the area.
Shouldn't we ask his friend where he lives, in case his friend's settlement is the one that was attacked?
She took out the pocket watch-shaped communicator and, following the instructions, sent a message to the old man whose contact name was "Percival Gellert": "Sir, I would like to ask where your friend lives in the Great Lakes region? The Great Lakes region is too vast right now, and I cannot find the location of the incident."
"I hope this communicator can really enable real-time communication as the old man said," she murmured to herself.
She intended to put down the communicator, have a drink of water, and rest, but suddenly she noticed that her communicator was projecting a light screen in mid-air.
The screen displayed: Mr. Percival Gellert invites you to a face-to-face call.
It also displays two options: connect and disconnect.
"It's so convenient! I got a reply as soon as I sent the message!" Julia was stunned. Had the development of the British magical world already left this land, which was controlled by the Magical Congress, far behind?
This is simply a leap across an era, a chasm between eras!
"It's all the fault of those incompetent congressional officials and members of Congress!" She chose to answer the call.
At this very moment, an old man who called himself Percival Gellert was still struggling with how to fabricate a wizard friend living in the Great Lakes out of thin air.