The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 10 Who is the criminal?

"Wes, aren't you going to the Quidditch game?"

Hagrid asked curiously as he looked at Wes who was lying on the carpet with a comfortable look on his face.

Since their last visit, Hagrid's cozy and unique tree house has become the perfect place for Wes to relax and unwind.

Sometimes he would concentrate on reading various books, or focus on making potions. Whenever he felt tired, he would come here to rest.

Perhaps it is because the tree house is filled with a wide variety of rare materials, which makes people feel extremely satisfied even if they just quietly watch them.

However, every time he comes, Weiss will thoughtfully bring a few bottles of high-quality wine.

Hagrid casually picked up a bottle of red wine, and with a flick of his finger, the cork flew out with a "whoosh".

Without saying a word, he poured the wine into his mouth. In just a few sips, the whole bottle of red wine was finished. There were still some wine stains on his thick beard.

At this moment, the door made of solid wood was pushed open, and Harry, Ron and Hermione rushed in hurriedly.

"Hagrid, Harry was nearly killed today," Hermione shouted anxiously.

"That's right!" Ron echoed, his voice full of nervousness.

The three people couldn't help but shout.

Hagrid stared at him with his still confused eyes, his face full of confusion. "What? What are you talking about? I don't understand a single word."

He couldn't hold the bottle of red wine firmly in his hand.

It fell to the ground with a "bang" and the red wine in the bottle gurgled out.

Yaya, who was enjoying Wes's massage at the side, rushed over excitedly after hearing the sound, and licked the red wine that flowed to the ground happily and greedily.

Seeing this, Hagrid quickly bent down to pick up the red wine bottle, muttering: "Hey, you naughty little thing, this is the best wine, you can't waste it like this."

At this moment, his attention was completely distracted by the red wine and Yaya.

"Red wine?" Hermione asked seriously, hands on her hips, "Hagrid, I remember clearly that you were supposed to be patrolling near the stadium today. Why are you hiding at home drinking now?"

"Uh, well." Hagrid's eyes darted around, and he suddenly slapped his head. "Wes wanted to talk to me about something. We were discussing something important. I'm not absent from work for no reason."

It was only then that the three of them noticed Weiss lying on the carpet.

"Professor Erwin!!" The three looked at each other and shouted in unison. They didn't expect to meet this new professor here.

Weiss waved casually at the three of them: "Don't worry about me, just pretend I don't exist."

"By the way, didn't you just say that Harry was almost killed? What exactly happened?" Hagrid asked in a hurried tone with an anxious look on his face.

Without even taking a breath, Hermione clearly recounted the thrilling scene on the court in detail, and firmly concluded that Snape was the number one suspect.

"Impossible!" Hagrid waved his hands excitedly and shouted, "Professor Snape would never do anything to hurt Harry."

"But he seems to really hate me."

Harry frowned, looking aggrieved, and obviously believed Hermione's inference very much.

"Yes, I saw Professor Snape cast a spell on Harry's broomstick with my own eyes. After I burned his robes, the broomstick immediately returned to normal."

Hermione added eagerly, her expression serious.

"Yes, that must be the case." Ron nodded vigorously, agreeing with a firm look in his eyes.

Weiss listened to their conversation and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Hermione was like a proud swan, holding her head high, and said angrily: "Professor Irving doesn't believe my inference, but I have read several Sherlock Holmes books carefully, and my reasoning cannot be wrong." "Read less of those detective novels." Weiss shook his head helplessly.

Hermione couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. Obviously, she didn't expect that Weiss had also heard of Sherlock Holmes.

"I was born in the Muggle world, so of course I know all this." Weiss sat up straight and said seriously.

Hermione still refused to accept the decision and sat down heavily next to Weiss.

"Why can't it be Professor Snape?"

Harry, like a wounded fawn, timidly came to Weiss and looked at him with pitiful and pleading eyes.

"It's rare for you to be kind, so please." Weiss sighed helplessly, then sat up cross-legged.

"First of all, Professor Snape is a Potions Master. Do you know what a Potions Master is?"

The three little ones looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Nowadays, in the entire British wizarding world, the only recognized master of potions is Professor Snape."

After hearing Weiss's explanation, the three little ones widened their eyes in surprise, and their mouths unconsciously opened into an "O" shape.

"He turned out to be such a remarkable man."

Although Harry was not quite sure what the title of Potions Master meant, he knew that there was only one in the whole of Britain, which was enough to show that Professor Snape was extremely capable.

Hermione remained unconvinced and said, "This only proves that Professor Snape has a profound understanding of potions, but it does not completely rule out his suspicion."

Ron nodded in agreement.

Weiss sighed helplessly: "I really don't know why you have such a big prejudice against Professor Snape."

"Since Professor Snape is a master of potions, it would be easy for him to mix a deadly poison. Why would he curse Harry's broomstick in public? Wouldn't that expose him too easily?"

Hermione was at a loss for words for a moment, because what Weiss said made perfect sense.

"But there was something wrong with Harry's broom."

Hermione scratched her hair in frustration. The clue she had finally discovered was denied just like that.

"That means someone else cast a curse on the broom, and Professor Snape actually cast a counter-curse. He was secretly protecting Harry."

"Protect me? Professor Snape?" Harry's eyes widened in disbelief.

"The murderer is at the scene." Hermione said firmly, but then her eyes became confused again, "Who is it?"

The three little ones all looked at Weiss with hope.

"How should I know?" Weiss spread his hands helplessly. "I wasn't there, and I didn't see what happened with my own eyes."

The three of them came with high expectations, but ultimately returned disappointed.

"Wes, can you help them?" Hagrid's voice was a little choked, and he said with heartache, "Harry is a poor child."

"Isn't there Dumbledore? He has always been paying attention to Harry."

"Yes, Dumbledore is still here." As a die-hard fan of Dumbledore, Hagrid firmly believed that Dumbledore could solve any problem.

After saying that, Wes slumped back down on the carpet, relaxed his body, and continued chatting with Hagrid in a casual manner.

(End of this chapter)