Luo Fu is going to visit the murder scene.
It wasn't that he was brave, but after that voice, most of the passengers crowded over to watch the fun. He followed the flow, and he could only make up for it.
The only problem is that everyone moved too fast and the aisle was blocked, and Rolf's small body couldn't squeeze in.
The boy originally wanted to call the Airwing out of the box, but considering that he had not purchased a pet shipping service and could not let the train staff discover the animal, he had no choice but to take out his broomstick.
"Take me, take me," Ginny shouted urgently.
"No, you stay in the car and wait for your parents to come back!"
Just as Luof was about to fly upward, the little girl had already trotted over, jumped up suddenly, and sat on the broom. However, there was no invisible cushion under her butt, and it got stuck at a strange node, which made her uncomfortable.
"Hurry up, hurry up, you won't be able to see it any later!" the little girl moved her buttocks and urged excitedly.
"..."
The broom slowly rose, and both Rove and Ginny clung to the broom, trying to get as close to the ceiling as possible to avoid stepping on other people's heads when flying in the narrow passage.
The broom suddenly picked up speed, and with a whoosh, Ginny felt the strong wind whistling past her ears.
"Wow, your broomstick is so fast. It's faster than our meteor."
The Meteor Broom is of the same type as the broom provided by the school. As long as it is activated, it can defeat 0.1% of the opponents in the country.
The broom was moving very fast. After passing through several carriages, Luo Fe had already seen the crime scene. He slowed down slowly, hovered in mid-air, and looked forward:
Two middle-aged wizards were facing off, with classic hair colors...red and light blonde!
"It's my father and mother." Ginny pointed at the red-haired man who was half bald and a chubby witch.
"I don't recognize the guy with light blond hair."
"It's Lucius Malfoy." Rolf said. Lucius looked very similar to his son Draco, and he knew he was his biological father at a glance.
Rolf saw a strange man standing next to Arthur Weasley, with a tired and gray face, and his robes were patched.
He asked curiously: "Who is that person?"
"Remus Lupin!" the little girl explained: "Lupin went to Romania with us, and there was a guy named Mundungus Fletcher, but my mother didn't like him and asked me to stay away from him. .”
Ginny looked around and asked, "Why don't you see Mundungus?"
"I think... he might be lying on the ground." Luo Fu said slowly.
Ginny looked down at the ground, let out a small exclamation, and then covered her mouth.
I saw an old man lying on the ground, his face was covered with blood, his body was twitching, and blood was spitting out from his mouth. He seemed to be dying.
It seems that Mundungus is today's victim of the Orient Express.
The aisles on both sides were crowded with people, talking and watching the excitement, waiting for the two waves of wizards to fight.
"How come I can meet you everywhere, Arthur?" Malfoy glanced at the growing number of wizards watching, and whispered: "Are you following me?"
"This train is not run by your family. I am willing to take it. What does it have to do with you?" Mr. Weasley said coldly.
"No, you misunderstood me, Arthur!" Malfoy pursed his lips and sneered:
"I'm just worried that you spent all your savings just to take this express train... and you still have to raise so many children."
"Did you find some old ancestral items in your pig house and sell them?"
Mr. Weasley blushed and glared at Malfoy.
Malfoy glanced sideways at Mrs. Weasley and said in an exaggerated tone:
"Oh, I forgot, there is also the cheapest standing ticket... Merlin, Arthur, you won't let your family buy standing tickets, right?"
Malfoy said with pity in his voice: "I am good friends with Tully, the owner of this express train. Do you want him to change you to a luxurious viewing room? Just next door to me?"
"Thank you for caring about me so much." Mr. Weasley clenched his fists and said calmly: "But you should pay more attention to yourself, attacking wizard, you are going to Azkaban today!"
"I didn't touch him at all, and he fell to the ground!" Malfoy shifted his gaze, looking coldly at Mundungus lying on the ground, and said with disdain:
"If I was imprisoned in Azkaban for beating you, I would be willing to try."
"Come on, do it!" Mr. Weasley challenged.
Of course Malfoy didn't take action. He was alone. Apart from Mundungus who fell to the ground, there were three wizards opposite him.
In Malfoy's eyes, Arthur's wife can be ruled out, and Chubby has no fighting ability... But as for Lupine, with one against two, he has no confidence.
"I am a decent wizard, and of course I will not hit you." Malfoy shook the cane in his hand and sneered:
"If you are still angry, you can come and beat me. With my relationship with the minister, you may lose your job at the Ministry of Magic..."
Weasley and Malfoy were both making harsh words, but they were both worried and waiting for the other to make the first move. The onlookers did not mind the excitement and shouted:
"Should we fight or not?"
"Hurry up and do it!"
"You two are so soft! You are softer than me in bed!!"
But such teasing made Weasley and Malfoy even less able to fight. If they really wanted to fight hand-to-hand, they would have to find an empty compartment and hurt each other slowly, rather than being surrounded by so many wizards.
The crowd suddenly parted, and a middle-aged wizard walked over. He had a beard on his face, opened his eyes wide and said: "Everyone is gone, the train is about to leave!"
The middle-aged wizard is the boss of the express train. He glanced at the wizard lying on the ground, walked to Malfoy, and whispered:
"Lucius, get rid of it quickly. If this commotion continues and the Ministry of Magic is alerted, it will not be good for anyone."
"Tully, I didn't attack that guy at all!" Malfoy was a little distracted and said sullenly with narrowed eyes: "I just pushed him lightly and he fell to the ground on purpose."
"Just pay some money." The boss, Ta Li, said calmly: "Even if it has nothing to do with you, it will take a while for the Ministry of Magic to interrogate you, and you will definitely miss this train.
If you are not short of time, you can spend some time with him. "
Of course, Malfoy didn't have time. He was taking his wife and son to Switzerland for snow skiing this holiday, and he didn't want to waste the trip.
Tully looked at the wizard lying on the ground vomiting blood, kicked his feet, and said impatiently: "Mundungus, don't pretend to be dead. How about I give you some money?"
Mundungus stretched out two fingers tremblingly, and Malfoy said angrily: "Two thousand galleons? You are dreaming, at most four hundred, is it too much?"
Malfoy left a few hundred galleons behind and hurried away with Tully. Before leaving, he glared at Arthur... This is not the end of the matter!
"It's got some damn money."
When Malfoy was far away, Mundungus, who was about to die, suddenly straightened up like a corpse and sat on the ground.
"I originally wanted to defraud dozens of Galleons. I asked for two hundred Galleons and deliberately raised the price. I didn't expect Malfoy to take it as two thousand."
Mundungus shook the bag of galleons, stood up, and said excitedly: "They all say Malfoy is rich, but I didn't expect this dog to be so rich!"
"Mundungus, are you okay?!" Mrs. Weasley looked at him in shock.
"Of course it's okay, Malfoy just pushed me... Oh, this is the chicken blood I prepared in advance."
Mundungus said with a smile: "I have practiced at home many times, and I have always wanted to find a rich wizard to give it a try.
My acting skills aren't bad, right? "
Mrs. Weasley was like an enraged lioness. She stared at Mundungus and said angrily:
"Arthur almost had a fight with Malfoy just now because of you."
Mundungus was stunned for a moment, and found that Molly's eyes were starting to get angry. He smiled awkwardly and said:
"I am very grateful to Arthur, so these four hundred galleons are one-third of yours... no, half."
"Who wants your dirty money!" Mrs. Weasley roared.
"Okay, Molly, let's leave it at that." Mr. Weasley stopped him.
He had long seen that Mundungus was pretending, otherwise how could he have let Malfoy go.
Seeing that no one was dead, the onlookers turned and left.
In the distance, Ginny, who was still riding a broomstick, patted Rove on the shoulder and whispered:
"Come on, my mother is furious right now. If she catches me, I will be dead."
"Oh, is that so? Thanks for reminding me."
Rolf glanced at the little girl, grinned kindly, and flew straight towards Mrs. Weasley on his broom.
Ginny:"……"
…
…
(Thanks to "Today is us", "I have the qualifications of the emperor and my son", "Emperor Wu Jinglang", "Book Friends 20220221223318079" and "Book Friends 20210827213140635" for their rewards.)
