Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 181: I raided the mayor's house late at night and actually saw something like this in the cupboard...

Twelve o'clock at midnight.

As the "most historic" village in the UK, Castle Combe does not have any street lights, so when night falls, the only thing that illuminates the road is the starlight.

This also caused everything under the cover of night to appear as a hazy black shadow. No wonder Ms. Morik and the two children said they saw a huge black shadow.

"Wake up!"

The Count flew back from the window with a dead mouse in his paw.

"It's time, and I see the mayor is still awake—"

"What?" Cohen jumped up from the bed. "What time is it?"

"About twelve o'clock," the Count replied, gnawing on a field mouse on the windowsill. "I saw the big clock in the church tower—does the fat human mayor also stay up in the middle of the night?"

"No, it's not normal." Cohen rolled out of bed, eager to try, "I'll soon find out whether he is at the widow's house--"

"You still can't forget this ill-fated relationship..." the Count sighed. "The mayor's house is south of the park we're in today. It's the only house with a light on the second floor."

"Good owl, I'll reward you with a Mr. Frondo." Cohen praised and quickly flipped out of the window.

"You inherently evil little Dementor, I'm going to stuff a vole bone into..."

The Count spoke viciously, but Cohen could no longer hear the rest of his words.

Cohen ran quickly across the garden and approached the mayor's house that the earl mentioned in the night - it and the Norton old house were both in the south of the town.

And it was very obvious. As the count said, only the second-floor bedroom of the mayor's house had the light on in this area, which was extremely conspicuous.

As he approached the mayor's two-story house, Cohen slowed down because the door of the mayor's house was open and the fat mayor was talking to a woman at the door.

That woman happened to be Ms. Marjorie Mollick, the widow Cohen had questioned today about the disappearance.

As expected! If you don’t sleep in the middle of the night, you have bad intentions!

Coin slipped into the house while the mayor was chatting with Ms. Morik.

As expected of the mayor, his home was permeated with an air of wealth that was unique to Muggles, such as the ebony storage cabinets inlaid with gems that the Norton family would never have, the curtains with ostrich feathers, and the huge mahogany bookshelf that looked very old.

If it was just a Muggle ornament, Cohen wouldn't find it strange.

But here's one thing that would never appear in a Muggle house.

A wand was locked in the lower bookcase of the bookshelf. If other wizards came in, they might not be able to notice this hidden object - but Cohen could.

Cohen could see the wand's soul without the soul strength label.

But the wand is not the point. The point is why there is a hidden wand in the Muggle mayor's house.

The most suspected gang is the Silver Key. They might be making some kind of deal with the mayor, and the content of the deal is likely related to magic...

"Araho Cave is open."

Coin quickly opened the cabinet and took out his wand. Outside, the mayor was still flirting with Ms. Morik, so it was safe.

It was an old wand that looked badly worn. Either the original owner had died a long time ago, or the original owner had bought a new wand and no longer wanted it.

Damn, how did I empathize with the wand?
There was nothing in the cabinet except the wand. Cohen planned to take the wand and then go upstairs to check.

When you reach the second floor, you can see the mayor's bedroom, which is half-open, with a dim light shining through the gap in the door.

but……

Why are there two familiar soul tags in this bedroom?
[Soul Strength: 3] [Soul Strength: 3]

Tom and Jerry?
It seems Cohen isn't the only one who wants to play detective tonight.

Cohen quietly moved to the bedroom door.

"There must be some record—a photograph, or a letter or something..." Tom's voice was urgent.

"Brother, these letters are all written to the Wiltshire government..." said Jerry.

"Squeak-"

Cohen pushed the door open and walked in.

"Hide quickly!" Tom subconsciously pulled Jerry to hide under the bed - there was a lot of space under the bed in the mayor's bedroom, and it was perfectly covered by the sheets.

"Ah!" Jerry exclaimed softly.

"You're too slow. I've already seen you," Cohen warned. "You're failing."

"It's you?!" Tom stopped hiding his brother after seeing the identity of the person entering the room. "Why are you here?"

"Same as you guys," Cohen said, raising an eyebrow and closing the door. "Today, I noticed that when you were being taken away, you seemed to see something peculiar behind the mayor. Is there anything suspicious?"

"It's okay, Jerry. It's Cohen—I met him in the park today." Tom pulled Jerry up from under the bed, then looked up at Cohen and said, "The mayor might be related to our dad's disappearance—there's a flashing chain behind him—the day before yesterday, before dad disappeared, he was called away by someone knocking on the door. We just came down from upstairs at that time and happened to see the flash of the chain."

"The mayor called your father away in the middle of the night?" Cohen frowned. "Why do things always turn out so British..."

"What are you talking about?" Tom asked in confusion.

"That's not the point." Cohen shook his head and walked towards the desk that Tom and Jerry had just searched. "But your guess is half right. This mayor is indeed connected to a criminal organization. No wonder the case hasn't been closed for a month. The person who handed it over to the Wiltshire police is the criminal, so of course they can't solve the case. I guess they'll just treat it as a beast attack in the end..."

"Do you know where our dad was taken?" Jerry asked fearfully and worriedly, "Why was our dad taken away..."

"It can't be that your father is naturally beautiful and suitable to be Xiao Nanliang."

Cohen said casually, his eyes sweeping across the neatly organized bookshelves.
"A smart criminal wouldn't leave evidence on his desk at home, especially if he knows someone will come to investigate..."

Suddenly, heavy and messy footsteps were heard in the corridor outside the second floor, mixed with the sound of panting.

"Um...oh...don't...it's not here yet..."

"Be good... This is my home, no one will disturb us..." The mayor's voice was breathing rapidly, "Even if we do it on the floor..."

Tom and Jerry looked at each other in horror.

"He's back!" Tom whispered, waving to Cohen. "Quick, let's hide under the bed—or through the window—"

"This is the second floor, and there are bushes below!" Cohen stopped the two people from jumping out of the window to escape. The sharp bushes could kill the two fragile children - although Cohen would not die, and perhaps he could fly away with the two people.

But if we want to find out the whereabouts of the kidnapped person and the person with the Silver Key as quickly as possible...

Cohen had a better approach.

"Don't hide under the bed, or you'll be in trouble." Cohen roughly pulled the two of them to the other side - the direction of the closet.

"What--"

"Don't talk!" Cohen whispered, opened the closet door, stuffed the two of them in between the hanging clothes in the closet, and then crawled in himself.

The three children squeezed in easily enough. The moment Cohen closed the cabinet door, the entangled mayor and Ms. Morik also broke through the door and stumbled in.

(End of this chapter)