'What does Sirius Black's life or death have to do with me?!'
Snape's thought was exactly that simple and unadorned.
Yang Tao: "..."
Forget it, let Harry figure out how to deal with it. As for the Dementors being unkillable...
Yang Tao didn't believe it at all.
Could a mere Dementor's health bar really be infinite?
"Headmaster Dumbledore, I'll trouble you to look after Harry."
Actually, in the Prisoner of Azkaban storyline, there was only one villain, Peter Pettigrew. It's just that Peter at this point probably just wanted to die.
"Rest assured, Harry will be fine at school."
Dumbledore said calmly.
Yang Tao nodded slightly. Although Headmaster Dumbledore was sometimes unreliable, Harry himself was strong now.
"Headmaster Dumbledore, I'll head back first. Please help me tell Harry that when he has time in a couple of days, he should come to my place."
With that, he summoned the wooden door and walked inside.
Dumbledore gazed at the spot where Yang Tao disappeared and sighed softly, then looked at Snape and said, "Severus, Peter Pettigrew is with you, isn't he?"
Snape: "..."
...
As soon as he returned to the Overworld, he immediately saw Jean sitting on a chair not far from the wooden door.
Seeing him return, she stood up and walked to his side, asking with a smile, "Didn't you bring back that little guy you like?"
Yang Tao grinned mischievously, reached out, and wrapped his arm around Jean's slender waist, then lightly kissed her and explained:
"Something happened over there. We can talk about it in a couple of days when I have time. I'm going to the Detective Conan World to take a look; I haven't seen him in a long time. Do you want to come along?"
"I'll wait for you at home."
Looking at the alluring Jean, she didn't want to go to other worlds, and Yang Tao didn't force her. He released his hand and said, "Then I'll go take a look first. When I get back, I'll explore the remaining worlds and see if I can get new mods..."
In a myriad of worlds, only strength is real.
Just like the saying goes, if you fall behind, you'll be beaten. If you fall behind and aren't beaten, it just means the other party doesn't want to beat you today.
He walked to the wooden door leading to the Detective Conan World, pushed it open, and stepped inside. As soon as he arrived in the Detective Conan World, a white cat stopped in front of him, but it quickly reacted and scurried away.
Yang Tao: "..."
The wooden door was located in a hidden alley near the Mouri Detective Agency.
The biggest advantage here was its concealment.
"It only takes two or three seconds to open the door, but Conan is just too cautious."
It was winter 'today' in the Detective Conan World, with white snowflakes falling from the sky, and the ground was already covered with a thick layer of snow.
Coming out of the narrow alley, he saw Mouri Kogoro standing by the lawyer's office from a distance.
He stood beside a blue car, impatiently shouting into the building, "Conan, hurry up, it's bad weather, we need to leave early."
"Coming, coming!"
Soon, Conan ran out of the building. Seeing Conan, who hadn't changed at all despite not having seen him for a long time, Yang Tao smiled and quickly walked over.
"Conan!"
Suddenly hearing his voice, Conan was startled: "Mr. Yang? Why are you here?"
"Nothing, just came to see you."
As he spoke, Yang Tao looked at Ran, who still looked like a High school student.
'Huh? Didn't Conan say Ran wanted to try the feeling of shrinking? Why is she still a High school student?'
Ran was a second-year High school student in the plot, meaning she was 16 years old. Hmm... a 16-year-old girl who had lived through at least 30 New Years.
"Where are you going?"
"Uncle Mouri was invited to a charity gala. The weather isn't good, so we're preparing to drive over early."
Conan was also helpless when he said this. He had already accepted the reality that even if he was just out for a stroll, a murder case would occur.
He already knew someone would definitely die before going this time.
This feeling was very headache-inducing.
'Oh? A live version of the famous deduction?'
A hint of interest rose in Yang Tao's heart. He looked up at Mouri Kogoro, who was standing by the driver's side of the car with an annoyed expression, and said, "Mr. Mouri, although it's a bit presumptuous, I'd still like to go with you and see it for myself."
"This is a gift for Mr. Mouri."
Saying that, he took out a box of premium cigars, bought from the Rain Dinners casino in the Alabasta, from his Sophisticated Backpack and handed it to Mouri Kogoro.
This stuff was indeed good. Or rather, in hot-blooded anime, the quality of some food, tobacco, and alcohol was much better than in slice-of-life anime.
Seeing a beautifully packaged box of cigars, Mouri Kogoro's previously sullen face instantly brightened, and he let out a hearty laugh, saying, "Mr. Yang, you are too kind."
While saying this, his hands were not slow at all. He took the cigars from Yang Tao's hand and continued:
"Since you want to attend the banquet with us, then you can just say you're my assistant. That way, no one will raise any questions."
"Let's get in the car first, to be honest, it's a bit cold outside."
The group got into the car. Yang Tao sat in the passenger seat, while Conan and Ran sat in the back.
The car started and slowly moved forward.
Conan watched Yang Tao chatting happily with Uncle Mouri and for a moment couldn't get a word in.
"Let me tell you, the person who invited me this time is a very famous philanthropist. For the past twenty years, she has been donating money to children who lost their loved ones due to car accidents."
Philanthropist?
"May I ask, what is this philanthropist's name?"
"Ms. Suō Beniko."
Upon hearing this name, the details of this case immediately popped into Yang Tao's mind. Ms. Suō Beniko was a philanthropist on the surface, but in reality, she was a black-hearted individual behind the scenes.
She had made a fortune relying on the charity fund.
The Cursed Mask's Cold Laughter.
This case was truly a childhood nightmare, especially when that eerie mask curled up.
Philanthropist Suō Beniko's house was in the suburbs of the city where Conan was, not very far.
Due to the snow, there were very few vehicles on the road. At a sharp turn, a tree lying across the road blocked their way.
Mouri Kogoro's reaction was very fast. He immediately stepped on the brakes and adjusted the steering wheel. The car finally stopped two meters from the thick tree trunk.
"Damn it, who did this! This is too dangerous!"
Mouri Kogoro's face showed an angry expression. He opened the car door and got out. Yang Tao followed closely behind. This feeling of being involved in a deduction plot was truly exhilarating.
And the upcoming spoilers would be even more exhilarating.
When the case happens, it would be very interesting to just write down the murderer's name and hand it to Conan.
This kind of behavior is as bad as directly circling the murderer with a bold marker in a Conan manga when all the characters are present.
Just as Yang Tao remembered, the group found a note nailed to the tree trunk.
'Do not attend Suō Beniko's charity gala, or disaster will strike.'
-- Envoy of the Cursed Mask