Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 523: One corner of a small town

The heavy snow that has started since Christmas has gone away quietly, and the recent sunshine is always warm and pleasant, and you can feel the warmth that nature has bestowed by walking under the sun.

Of course, you can’t just open the door to bask in the sun. After all, the snow has not melted, and the temperature below freezing is still covering the earth, maintaining the cold that should belong to this season.

Stefky is a small town near the coast of southeast England. This town is not too big, and because it is not too close to several large ports, the construction here seems a little insignificant.

The snow here is still covered in large tracts, and you can just glance at it as a white piece, but this has been built into a chaotic town with a wonderful sense of unity.

In the shanty town at the back of the town, there have been a few more unknown people who have been rushing in these days.

"Yaxley, I think we should leave the British magic world! If this continues, we may not be able to keep it—"

"Shut up! Remember what I said? After I came out, no one was allowed to talk about it again! Rotten it in my stomach, understand? Or say...you want me to waste precious magic power Give you an amnesia spell?"

Under a simple iron scaffold in the shantytown, two men are living here, lowering their voices and talking to each other. They were almost tall, their clothes were almost torn, and their expressions showed endless exhaustion because of their uninterrupted running.

It's just that the looks of the two of them are different. The man called "Yaxley" has a fierce face, and his arms and legs are quite sturdy. The other one is relatively thinner, with a somewhat wretched appearance, and looks very inconsistent with his good height.

"Morseber, it's your turn today. Go back to those stupid Muggles who know how to eat." Yaxley waved his hand and said to the thin tall man.

"No problem." The guy named Morsebe agreed, a strange excitement flashing across his face.

"Looking at your face, I know what you want to do--" Yaxley frowned and said viciously, "Remember what we are going to do now, don't make any noise to me!"

"Okay, I know in my heart..." Morseber smiled, "You can't believe in my temper, can't you still believe in my ability? Don't worry, Yake..."

"Don't** get close to me, think clearly before doing things! Want me to believe in your abilities? If we really believe in your abilities, we won't be chased by those **** Aurors like our own arms now. Jubao sniffed!"

"Hey! We do have a'pocket' to hold things, but it's not a treasure in it..." Mulsiber smiled casually, leaving the scaffolding, stepping on the product. Xuejiaoerlang walked away locally.

Yaxley heard him say that, turned his head subconsciously, and glanced into the shed behind him. In the shadows inside the shed, a plain cowhide suitcase was lying against the wall, seemingly suspicious.

When he turned around again, he looked around outside the shed and found that there were no figures, then he turned around and walked inside.

"Click--click--"

Following two crisp metal crashes, he gently pushed the buckle of the suitcase open with his thumb, and then he put down the suitcase and opened it quickly.

After opening, Yaxley looked down and looked inside, then he stood up directly, raised his leg, and stepped into the suitcase. One foot first, then the other. When half of his body got into the box, he lifted his hands on the ground, and the whole person sank into the hand-held like a bottomless hole. In the box.

The next moment, an arm suddenly stretched out from the box. With my fingers tapping on the edge of the box, I saw that the suitcase suddenly bounced up like a cat with its tail stepped on, and then closed again.

There are debris everywhere in this shed, and the old vintage suitcase is lying in it so quietly, there is no sense of disobedience at all. If you don't look carefully, even the suitcase itself won't even be noticed.

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"...The Muggles in this place are poorer than the other, but Yaxley still wants to go to this place! I knew I would prepare some food first..."

Morseb was walking around in this chaotic shanty town, glanced around, but was not looking for a target-he was just passing the time.

Even if he wants to do it, he will not choose where they hide, which is not conducive to hiding their whereabouts. Those Aurors are well-trained, and may be worse than these dark wizards in actual combat, but they all have a keen sense of smell like dogs in search missions.

Furthermore, the Phantom Shifting Curse is not a panacea. Emergency escape is very useful, but it is not suitable for long-distance pursuits that are time-consuming and procrastinating. If an unlucky one is detected by Auror's tools, it is very likely that the approximate location of the hiding will be inferred.

Of course, if the apparition goes abroad directly, it won't be so much.

"...When are you going to wander around in the UK?" Mursiber complained in a low voice.

Yes, he had suggested fleeing to other countries from the beginning. He believed that as long as he was not within the reach of the British Ministry of Magic, he would be able to escape the pursuit of the Aurors.

In fact, his idea is correct. The Auror of the British Ministry of Magic who wants to pursue internationally must obtain a series of permits, which will take a lot of time. When they got the relevant approval, it was too late by the means of Morsebe and Yaxley.

However, this idea does not apply this time.

Yaxley’s judgment is correct, because the big event that Voldemort and Greenward were both buried at Hogwarts has been settled, and the Ministry of Magic in most other countries no longer worry about incurring unnecessary trouble. If Death Eaters flee to other countries, the Ministry of Magic of those countries will definitely be happy to be a favor.

In other words, in fact, other countries are particularly willing to catch a few Death Eaters, and that will give them an advantageous bridge for dialogue with the British Ministry of Magic.

Yaxley is very politically savvy, and he is more or less clear about the conflict of interests between these countries, so he is quite sure that his group will never leave the UK. The current situation at the British Ministry of Magic is not stable, and this will be one of their breakthrough points to achieve their ultimate goal.

Not long after, Mursiber, who was thinking about walking, walking and muttering, walked all the way south, and after crossing the snow-covered fields, he soon came to the main area of ​​the town of Stefky. .

At first glance, the buildings here are much stronger than the shanty towns in the north. The main body of the house is made of brightly colored red bricks, and the exterior walls are embedded with a large number of neat pebbles, which looks a little bit against the backdrop of the snow. Bright, fresh and neat.

The population of this small town is not large. Relatively speaking, the place is much larger. Almost every household has a spacious yard. Most of the ground in the yard has been shoveled with snow, and the fine stone ground makes them look quite pleasing to the eye.

Occasionally, there are elderly people from a few families basking in the sun leisurely in the yard, and the newspapers in their hands are smashed by the old men. It is a good scene in the rural slack town.

Murseber walked on the street like this, and the torn wizard's robe was a bit dazzling. When he passed several houses, the old men and old ladies cast curious and weird eyes at him.

It's not that he has had the opportunity to change into some less conspicuous clothes, after all, it couldn't be easier for the dark wizard to get some Muggle clothes. But fanatical pure-blood theorists like them, how would they be willing to wear Muggle costumes? He would rather his wizard robes not cover his body than wear Muggle costumes.

At this time, whenever someone notices Morsebe, Morsebe will turn his head to look at him likewise. He is looking for a suitable home~IndoMTL.com~ so that he can go in and "get" something later.

No, to be precise, waiting for those stupid Muggles to be delivered to him.

"...Well, this house is barely passable, it should be somehow accessible." Morseber looked at a relatively refined house and compared it slightly with the minimum standard in his heart.

He and Yaxley are both from a family of noble pure-blood wizards, and even during the escape period, they are absolutely unwilling to treat their "noble" stomachs.

As his sleeve shook, the wand slid down the sleeve to his palm, followed by a series of spells. The Muggles who had seen him before were all casted with amnestics, and the middle-aged woman at the door of the house in front of him directly sent an Imperius curse as his meeting gift.

"Help me prepare lunch."

Morseber said casually, and he kept walking, pushing open the half-covered door and walking in. Look at his unhurried momentum, as if he is the master here.

A faint smile flashed on the face of the woman who had been casted with the Imperius Curse, as if she had fallen into a boundless sense of happiness, and after a reconciliation, she followed He went back to the house.

This is the terrifying Imperius Curse, one of the three unforgivable curses, and the most invincible black magic. The person who has been cursed will follow the caster's words, and if the power reaches a certain level, even the smile on that face will sink into the heart, making people unable to detect any traces.

This Morseber is the dark wizard who has studied the Imperius Curse the most among the Death Eaters. The clerk of the Ministry of Magic who robbed the prison this time has always been under his control.

The next second, the door of this house closed silently, and the yard returned to calm again. Under the sun, it seemed that nothing had happened.