Chapter 494 Chocolate Frog Factory

"You mean..." Scrimgeour frowned, "You haven't made any potions, even to try?"

Anton looked at Scrimgeour with an incredulous look, "Do you think that learning a new potion formula without anyone's guidance, just reading a few books, accompanied by a statue of a fire dragon who doesn't know the so-called Made it in just one week?"

Scrimgeour thought for a while, then spread his hands, "That's right, I think potions are too simple, we Aurors don't even have many people who can make Polyjuice Potion, I'm too demanding gone."

"En!" Anton nodded sincerely, "Compound Potion is a very complicated potion, not everyone can understand it."

No matter what subject, magic requires special talent.

In many cases, yes is yes, no is no.

Those who have the talent to drive a broomstick can easily control it for the first time, and easily reach a level that ordinary wizards can't reach in a lifetime of practice.

Those with the talent of a prophet can say one, two, three, four just by looking up at the sky.

This is also the reason why the concept of "pure blood supremacy" has always been prosperous. The children of the Dumbledore family are born with the company of the phoenix phoenix, the Gaunt family is naturally good at black magic and Parseltongue, and the Trelawney family is born with The top prophecy talent 'Tianmu'...

Note: Professor Trelawney's great-grandmother was an extremely powerful seer (deceased).

Therefore, not everyone who has gone through a magic school education can master every kind of magic that has been accumulated by the predecessors and represents the peak in a certain past age.

The population of wizards is too small, scattered in various fields, even less.

Potions is a field that most wizards are familiar with, but there are really few who can be called masters of potions.

The kind you can count on your fingers.

"We still continue to study in the direction of 'poison and antidote'." Scrimgeour stood up, walked to the filing cabinet beside him, flipped through it, and took out a folder from it.

"There is a problem at the Chocolate Frog Factory." He handed the folder to Anton, then walked to the desk and took out a document for the Auror dispatch mission, filling out the form in detail.

"The chocolate frogs they make are highly poisonous!"

Anton froze for a moment, "Very poisonous?"

Scrimgeour nodded, and signed his name at the end of the mission document. The ink glowed with a faint blue magic luster, and it disappeared in a flash.

Then, he pushed the file to the opposite side of the desk, and pinched the bridge of his nose with some headaches.

"The previous Auror found something, and found traces of ritual magic near the factory, but his clues were broken."

Scrimgeour sighed, staring at Anton with yellow eyes, with a sigh on his face, "All the informants, possible insiders, and suspected targets are all in Azkaban now."

"That's easy." Anton said he couldn't understand, "Since they are all in Azkaban, we can directly drag them to the interrogation room for questioning. The Auror Office must have some unique interrogation techniques."

"No!" Scrimgeour shook his head. "There are always some Aurors who think they can do whatever they want in Azkaban, and some very bad things happen. Our Ministry of Magic has promulgated the ' The Auror Enforcement Regulations in Azkaban' restricts such behavior."

"Something bad?"

"Well, Azkaban is full of despair. There are always some witches who can't bear it...heh~, there are also wizards...trying to seek help from the Aurors." Scrimgeour moved his hand in midair, " Oh, Merlin's beard, you don't know, Azkaban was messed up at the time, and we had to execute several Aurors, so we could silence the voice of 'shut down the Auror office'."

As he said that, the corners of Scrimgeour's mouth curled up, "At that time, wizards put up banners at the entrance of the magic department, saying that Aurors were murderers used to kill wizards, but they treated Muggles as kindly as their own grandchildren Filial piety."

Anton raised his eyebrows, seeing Scrimgeour's gloomy face, he didn't continue to ask, and looked down at the document in his hand.

First of all, there was a report about the death of someone who ate a chocolate frog, and a magical photo of the deceased, a gray-haired old man, was attached to the sub-file.

"Hey, why does this victim look familiar to me, as if I have seen it at the previous trial about me?"

Scrimgeour nodded, "Former Director of the Department of Magical Transport of the Ministry of Magic, this piece of chocolate frog gave old Ronaldo a chance."

"In the beginning, our office believed that it was a murder. After all, it was a director of the Ministry of Magic who died, but then a new victim appeared."

"It's a dark wizard who supplies Knockturn Alley all the year round. What he handles are inferior herbal medicines of little value. He makes a pitiful meager profit, just barely making ends meet. We have investigated carefully, although the magic Ministry officials and dark wizards do sometimes have some ulterior cooperation, but the two are really unrelated."

"In the end, we finally tracked down the chocolate frog factory, quickly recalled all the chocolate frogs, and used magic to find everyone who bought the same batch of chocolate frogs to get those products back."

Scrimgeour knocked on the desk, "All of them are poisonous!"

"Finally, we found traces of ritual magic near the chocolate frog factory."

Listening to Scrimgeour's narration, Anton couldn't help but raise his head as he flipped through the thick documents, "Shouldn't I be the one to take over such a big case?"

"Of course, how could I give it to an intern." Scrimgeour clicked on the document he had just signed on the table, "Take this opportunity to take you to have a look, after all, you are considered top-notch in the field of potions. "

"The ritual magic may not have anything to do with the poison, but it must have something to do with the poisoned wizard. This is a clue."

Anton picked up the assignment given by Scrimgeour, looked at it carefully, and signed his name.

Scrimgeour picked up the trench coat from the coat rack, took off the hat and put it on, "Let's go."

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This was not a simple case, and the office dispatched two Auror teams, that is, 10 people.

Well, the current number of Aurors is only about forty.

Generally speaking, although they have not reached the level of Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall, any one of them is one of the top elites in the wizarding world, not to mention that they have also developed various skills specially used for criminal investigation and combat.

Aurors seldom dispatched a small team to investigate the situation alone.

Everyone has the ability to survive, fight and investigate in dangerous areas alone.

When Anton and Scrimgeour arrived in the valley where the chocolate frog factory is located, an Auror was waving a magic wand, causing a 6-foot (1.8-meter) sailboat to float in mid-air.

The invisible wind blew the sails of the sailboat, heading all the way to the high wall of the factory.

In the end, the sailboat hit the high wall and exploded into countless hazy white lights.

Seeing Slytherin staring at him, the Auror walked over with an extremely serious expression, "Director Scrimgeour, I am now very sure that the source of the poison is the ritual magic in that cave."

As he spoke, he pointed to a corner of a mountain in the distance.

After finishing speaking, he looked at Anton with a smile, "Hey, Anton, although I am surprised that you will join the Auror office, you are still welcome."

Anton shook hands with him, "Thank you, Montgomery."

With colorful swirls in one eye, he looked at the chocolate factory obsessively, "Are they still working? I feel a strong magical atmosphere here."

special……

surging.

special……

Full of emotions.

In the field of vision of the magic image, it is so active, and...extremely active.

Montgomery froze for a moment, "Impossible, everyone has stopped working, I'm sure."

"Really?" Anton seemed to be affected by that extremely active magic power, and an inexplicably cheerful smile bloomed on his face.

Scrimgeour's eyes lit up, he took out a silver cigarette case from his coat, took out a cigarette in his mouth, and walked straight towards the factory, "It seems that we need to have a good chat with the boss of the factory and call him over."