Chapter 149: The Case of the Dursley Family Massacre

"Come, sit down, child." The officer flipped over an upside-down cup from the tea tray and poured tea for Zhang Qiu. "I am Colonel Fabust. The Ms. Marge you are asking about used to live next door to me, in that house on the left."

"Oh, I am Cassandra, Harry Potter's lawyer." Zhang Qiu gave a fake name.

"Very well, let us return to the story of the Assassin organization. Perhaps some people feel they have been entrenched in London for a long time, but as far as I know, the Frye family only just began to emerge in the London underworld about ten years ago, that is, in 1982."

"1982?" Zhang Qiu took out her diary and flipped through it. "The Dursley family was murdered in... 1988."

"The Dursley family?" Colonel Fabust sat up straight. "It seems things are truly not that simple. You should know that Ms. Marge was also murdered in 1988."

"Let me guess, the Dursley family you speak of must be Marge's sister's family, right? What was the state of their bodies? Was their throat pierced by someone?" After Colonel Fabust finished this sentence, Harry, under the Invisibility Cloak, covered his mouth. He suddenly realized that there were hidden secrets behind the murder case from back then.

"I don't know much about it; Harry didn't tell me those details." Zhang Qiu shook her head.

"You perhaps don't know what this method of killing signifies, and that is exactly what makes the Assassin organization so chilling. All the rival gangs that opposed them, their bosses all died in their own homes in the same way. At first, everyone thought this was just a way of intimidation, until a well-informed old man told us that this might be related to the Assassin Brotherhood."

"Oh?" Zhang Qiu tried to pretend she was very interested in these urban legends.

"Legend has it that the Assassin Brotherhood is an ancient dark organization that has been active since the Middle Ages. The iconic weapon of the assassins is the hidden blade, a dagger strapped to the wrist." Colonel Fabust gestured at his own wrist. "And their way of killing is to use the hidden blade to pierce the neck—concealed and lethal."

"So, you suspect that the Assassin organization is related to the Brotherhood, and that the deaths of the Dursley family and Marge are also related to them?"

"It's not just me who suspects this; some of my police friends think so too. But unfortunately, the Assassin organization seems to have colluded with the higher-ups of the police, and these cases ultimately ended up with nothing." Colonel Fabust sipped his tea. "In short, Marge's death involves the most ferocious gang in London, and behind that, it might involve the legendary ancient killer organization. I don't recommend you investigate these things."

"Of course, I will also advise Harry to protect himself." Zhang Qiu politely echoed. "By the way, I want to know about the 'Frye' family you mentioned earlier. What role did they play in this?"

"Ah, perhaps I didn't make myself clear earlier. You should know that the boss of the Assassin organization is a woman named Ivy Frye, and rumor has it that she is also an assassin." Colonel Fabust's tone faintly revealed a hint of yearning. "How mysterious."

"Alright, thank you very much for sharing these secrets with me." Zhang Qiu rubbed her temples. "What gives me a headache is that Ms. Marge is gone now, which is very troublesome."

"Is there anything else you need Ms. Marge for?" Colonel Fabust asked casually.

"She should be Harry's closest relative; there are some things only she can do." Zhang Qiu said, frowning.

"But as far as I know, her sister only adopted Harry. It's a stretch to count that as being a relative." The Colonel shrugged. "Then I could also be his relative; after all, Marge almost married me."

"Alright then, let's assume she really did marry you. Next..." Zhang Qiu paused. "Have you heard of another urban legend, about wizards and magic?"

"What?" Colonel Fabust looked very interested. "Tell me about it?"

"Rather than describing it with words, I would prefer to let you experience it." Zhang Qiu smiled and waved her wand.

Then, just as mentioned in the divination, this "Muggle relative of Harry's" became abnormally swollen all over, like a balloon, and floated up, swaying.

At this moment, they were in the garden, without a ceiling, so Zhang Qiu conjured a rope and tied his left foot to the tea table to prevent the Colonel from floating away.

"Why am I floating?" The Colonel shouted in terror. "What did you do? Is this magic?"

"Of course, I hope you will find this an interesting memory." Zhang Qiu blinked, and her figure began to fade and disappear. "Don't worry, someone will let you down later."

Harry, under the Invisibility Cloak, was still pondering the case from back then. A crisp sound of Apparition interrupted his thoughts. Harry looked up and saw a beautiful blonde woman in a red dress appear in the garden.

"Hello, sir. I am Jane from the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad. Now, please tell me what happened." She said to the Colonel with a smile.

"I was attacked by a little girl; she turned me into a balloon!" The Colonel said in a panic. "She said this is magic. Do you know magic? Save me quickly!"

"Alright, please wait a moment." Jane took out a wand, which made Harry's heart settle down. It seemed this was an official from the Ministry of Magic.

"Finite Incantatem!" She cast a spell, but the Colonel remained floating in the sky.

"If that doesn't work, then 'All-Spells-End'!"

Finite Incantatem seemed to be a more powerful spell. The Colonel's body size returned to normal, and he fell heavily onto the lawn, but he quickly struggled to get up.

"Are you a wizard too?" The Colonel asked, panting.

"That's right, I am from the Ministry of Magic. You can understand it as a civil servant of the wizard government." Jane explained. "I hope you can keep today's events confidential."

"You are an official? Then I request that you must punish that little brat properly. She said her name is Cassandra. She looks like she should still be in middle school. Too naughty—"

"I understand, I understand. Now, please look here... Obliviate!"

The inflated Muggle relative was finally relieved of his memory by the Obliviate spell. This matter confirmed the divination for Zhang Qiu, and apart from that, it seemed to have no other impact.

Interestingly, when the Ministry of Magic wrote to Dumbledore requesting the punishment of a girl named Cassandra, the professors also felt very strange, because there was no student named Cassandra at Hogwarts.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Professor Doudou waved his hand in front of Harry. He still looked deeply lost in thought.

"I had contact with the Frye family when I was young." Harry took a deep breath. "If they were the murderers of my aunt and uncle, then perhaps they were also related to Voldemort."

"The fact is, we also investigated the murder case from back then." Professor Doudou recalled. "The Auror Office's conclusion was that the Frye family were all Muggles, so this matter should have been left to the Muggle government to handle."

"But the Muggle government didn't handle it; they even became gang leaders in London." Harry said, frowning.

"You can still trust the British police; they should have caught the real culprit, or at least arrested a scapegoat. They wouldn't completely ignore it. Of course, if you really have doubts about the case from back then, you can go and investigate it again later." Doudou said dismissively. "But in fact, we believe that the series of Dursley cases back then were completely meaningless actions, more likely belonging to the individual behavior of crazy Death Eaters."

Harry sat silently on the steps. He recalled the day the Dursley family was murdered. The Frye siblings were with him at the zoo. Perhaps it wasn't them who did it; then it must be the brother-in-law, that Indian man.

But why? Harry pondered. To the Death Eaters, killing Harry's Muggle relatives had no benefit, unless they intended to kill everyone who could adopt him. But it stopped exactly at Tang Dun's place, which was also a point he found very strange.

Perhaps it could only be explained as crazy individual behavior. The murderer shouldn't know magic, because Doudou said the Frye family were not wizards. But he worshipped Voldemort, otherwise he wouldn't have specifically targeted the Dursley family, nor would he have specifically taken him away. But how could a Muggle worship Voldemort? This was what Harry couldn't understand. And if it had nothing to do with Voldemort or the Wizarding World, why would the Dursleys' enemies specifically spare Harry, who was being fostered at his aunt's house?

The sound of brakes interrupted Harry's thoughts. He decided to temporarily turn his attention back to the Wizarding World; continuing to study the mysterious Muggle murder case wouldn't help the current situation.

Harry poked his head out from a new exit. This was a narrow and cramped small room. A wizard in black robes was sleeping soundly on the table. There was only a flickering oil lamp in the room emitting a faint light, and outside the door was pitch darkness.

Harry, wearing the Invisibility Cloak, slowly walked out of the room. The air here carried a hint of the dampness of the sea breeze, but more of it was an indescribable stench, mixed with feces, sweat, rotting wood, and a disgusting smell of Dementors that pierced the soul.

"Could this be," Harry gently touched the stone brick wall and iron bars, "Azkaban?"

"Indeed, I don't know why Zhang Qiu wants to come here." Doudou said softly. "Let's follow her."

Following Doudou's guidance, Harry noticed a vaguely visible human silhouette not far away.

"By the way, Professor, I didn't pay attention just now, what time is it?"

"July 18, 1993." The Professor reminded. "July, summer vacation. Does Zhang Qiu want to come here to witness Sirius's prison break?"

Harry followed the invisible Zhang Qiu on tiptoe. She was walking deep into Azkaban, where the most heinous Death Eaters were imprisoned. Sirius, who had not yet cleared his name, should be in the innermost cell.

After passing a corner, Harry heard a familiar male voice.

"Have you ever fantasized about what would happen if all the Muggles in the world disappeared for 24 hours?" His tone carried a hint of persuasion. "We could go out alone freely, cast any magic we want anywhere, without worrying about causing suspicion or being seen..." ===== CHAPTER 150 =====