"Joesph Blacke... Joseph Blacke." The fair haired Constable Neil thumbed through the catalog of crime at the police station as Harry looked on. It was a long shot if the constabulary had anything on the ruffian, but this Joe Blacke seemed just the sort to mix it with police.

"Here we go. Oh him. Stupid with drink he was. Charged with public drunkenness, breach of the peace, and insulting a police officer." Neil's voice sounded bitter at that last charge, for he had arrested him and there was nothing fishy about his parentage. "He went before the magistrate. Why do y-" Neil began to ask, but Harry cut him off with a curt 'thanks' before disappearing out the front door of the police station.