The door to the box suddenly opened.
Weilan, who was feeling confused, turned his head in surprise and saw a pale-faced junior official stumble in, whispering something into Fudge's ear.
Cold sweat instantly streamed down Fudge's round face.
Weilan, who witnessed all of this, instinctively sensed that something terrible had happened.
Something very troublesome.
However, the Quidditch match had to start immediately.
The audience was already tired of the goblins, and shouts were beginning to rise.
Fudge gripped the armrest of his seat and gave the junior official the next instruction:
"Have the goblins retreat."
"They worked hard; remember to pay them a bit more."
The junior official hurried away.
Bagman looked at Fudge, confused, waiting for a reasonable explanation.
Weilan straightened his back, his eyes slightly narrowed, appearing subtly relaxed.
In reality, he focused all his attention on his ears.
"A player who was about to participate in the match has died, murdered."
Weilan couldn't see Bagman's expression behind him, but he could imagine the trembling of his pupils from that slightly restrained "Ah?".
This explosive news made Weilan swallow repeatedly before he could calm himself.
He quietly shifted his attention to the stadium below, trying to find some clues to corroborate the news.
Some individuals in robes, who didn't look like athletes or coaches, were running around the edge of the stadium.
They waved their wands, sending some kind of signal to the goblins in the air.
The goblins, who had lowered their altitude due to fatigue, gathered their spirits again after seeing their signal and continued the performance.
It wasn't until a quarter of an hour later that the outsiders at the edge of the stadium hurried away, and the Irish goblins finally descended from the air, sweating profusely, and sat in the seats opposite the Veela.
Finally, this unusually long performance was over.
The match was about to begin.
Harry excitedly took out his Omnioculars and told his mother how excellent the Seeker of his supported Irish team was.
Weilan's attention, however, had completely returned to what was behind him.
Behind him, Fudge and the Bulgarian Minister for Magic were mumbling to each other in a foreign language that Weilan couldn't understand.
Bagman cast a spell, using a voice a hundred times louder than usual, and addressed the entire stadium:
"Now, ladies and gentlemen, please give a warm welcome to the Bulgarian Quidditch National Team!"
Under the effect of the spell, Bagman's voice was loud but lacked power.
"Dimitrov!"
A figure in a scarlet robe flew from the entrance to the field.
His speed was too fast; without Omnioculars, Weilan couldn't see clearly at all.
Bulgarian supporters cheered.
"Ivanova, Zograf, Levski, Volkov, Vukovic, and Krum."
Their figures on brooms were faster than the last. Next, the Irish team was about to appear.
Weilan borrowed a pair of Omnioculars from Harry.
The first person Weilan observed was Viktor Krum.
He was tall and dark, with a large hooked nose and sharp eyes, looking very mature.
For this 18-year-old who was participating in the Quidditch World Cup, Weilan felt nothing but admiration.
"Now, please welcome the Irish Quidditch National Team!"
"Connolly, Lynch, Troy, Mullet, Moran, Quigley, and Lynch!"
No Rowan.
Through the Omnioculars, Weilan saw the Irish players in green robes.
Every one of them had a look of apprehension and unease on their faces.
Compared to the refreshed Bulgarian team, they were clearly not in form.
Bagman then introduced the referee for the match.
After that, he handed over the important task of commentating the match to another Ministry of Magic official.
He stood up with Fudge, and as they moved, Weilan also put down the Omnioculars in his hand.
"Lucius, Rowan, a player from the Irish National Team, is dead."
This was Fudge speaking; his voice was not loud, but the content was very weighty:
"Your House of Malfoy ring was found on his body."
"We need your cooperation in the investigation."
At this, everyone in the box turned their heads and stared intently at the House of Malfoy.
Narcissa Malfoy was still in a panic, and Little Malfoy had already stood up:
"That's absolutely impossible! My father—"
"Draco!"
Mr. Malfoy sharply ordered his son to be quiet.
Little Malfoy reluctantly closed his mouth, expressing his anger and protest to everyone with his eyes.
"James!"
Fudge turned to the only Auror present—James Potter.
"I'm sorry to interrupt you, James."
"But you must go to the crime scene."
"You are one of the best Aurors present."
James reluctantly looked back at the stadium, then spoke with a determined gaze: "Alright."
Even as a Quidditch fan, he had been looking forward to this match for a long time.
"Dad!"
Harry's eyes were full of reluctance as he looked at James.
But he didn't try to stop him.
Because he knew this was the responsibility James had to bear as a top Auror!
"I'm going to investigate the scene too!"
Weilan stood up, his expression solemn and serious.
James pressed on his head, pushing Weilan back into his seat:
"What are you, a child, doing at a murder scene?"
"Sit here obediently! Watch the match with Harry!"
"Do you want to miss the moment the Irish team wins the championship?!"
Weilan tightly pursed his lips, pushed back beside Harry.
In his right eye's vision, ever since he pointed out the truth of the Malfoy money bag's disappearance, the 【Eye of Time Traces】 panel had changed.
【Experience Level: 1 (2/20)】
Weilan therefore guessed that this was a golden finger similar to Sherlock Holmes.
He needed to continuously solve mysteries to level up and develop it.
Anyway, the Veela performance, which Weilan had been looking forward to the most, was already over.
He might as well imitate a certain student detective from Beika City, go to the crime scene, and by the way, study how to quickly accumulate experience and level up his golden finger.
Having made up his mind, Weilan recalled the more than five hundred episodes of Detective Conan he had watched in his previous life, and a clear plan gradually formed in his mind.
After James, Fudge, Mr. Malfoy, and a host of Ministry of Magic officials left the box.
Weilan opened a pack of chocolate frogs and sat down to watch the match, feigning composure.
However, his cunning black eyes were constantly observing the movements of others in the box.
The Irish team's morale was hit by the sudden murder.
Only twenty minutes into the match, they had conceded 30 points to the Bulgarian team.
Bulgarian officials were celebrating in the box.
Barty Crouch, who stayed behind to accompany the foreign officials, remained as steady as a mountain, dealing with these Bulgarians with composure.
And his subordinate, Percy Weasley, clearly didn't have his composure.
He clasped his hands together, staring at the retreating Irish team, feeling both ashamed and annoyed.
Lily and Harry also looked anxious, hardly putting down their Omnioculars.
Good opportunity!
Weilan tiptoed out of his seat and walked out of the box, hunched over.
During this time, everyone in the box was engrossed in the match; no one noticed Weilan.
Outside the box, the first problem presented itself to Weilan:
He didn't know where the crime scene was or how to get there.
Weilan pondered for a moment and quickly had the answer to this question.
Observation showed that Bagman and others were still chatting and laughing during the mascot performance.
This indicated that Rowan had at least arrived on time.
It had only been a little over twenty minutes since the official reported Rowan's death.
Rowan could not have died outside the stadium or in a hidden place inside the stadium.
Otherwise, the fact of Rowan's death would not have been exposed so quickly.
In summary, the crime scene was most likely in the area where people frequently moved within the stadium.
First, exclude areas where spectators frequently moved; if Rowan had died in these places, it would have directly caused an uproar among the audience.
Thus, with only a few minutes until the match started, there was only one place that non-spectator personnel frequented the most and was logical—
The athletes' lounge.
Weilan recalled the general location where the Irish team appeared before the match started and ran towards it.
As more and more Wizards holding wands and moving nervously appeared, Weilan became sure that he was getting closer to the crime scene.
Finally, outside the Irish team's locker room.
Weilan saw prominent cordon lines.
