Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 768: Incomplete tracking

"I think...that's a sign that they lost their lives in an instant..."

Among the misty rain curtains, Asaph looked down at the two names on the parchment. After a while, he shook the rainwater on the paper, folded it up hastily and stuffed it back into the inner pocket of his coat. .

"That's fine," Milian blinked and said calmly, "At least there should be no pain."

"Yes!" Asaph shook his head. "However, this means we have to hurry up...I hope that the young assistant minister of Magic will reply on time after receiving the letter. Go home."

"There is no problem with time," Miriam nodded, "Trust me, he will be back... Besides, he is only a third assistant. This kind of position is indeed very busy, but the busy ones are always busy. It’s something trivial, isn’t it?"

"Compared to these, I would rather believe that he would care more about his uncle's safety." Asaph sighed, "Because this way, the effect of the Imperius Curse will be better."

"I never expect every person I cast to be a kind-hearted softhearted man," Miriam curled her lips immediately, "So I have been practicing non-stop-aren't you the same? "

Asaph heard the words and had to raise his hand noncommittal and shook it, indicating that this topic need not be continued.

So the two of them continued along the road under the rain, and after turning a turn, they came to the intersection on the other side of the park.

"According to that Smith's memory, his sister's house should be at the end of that garden." Millian pointed to the private garden opposite the crossroad, and said, "When you see sunflowers, say, "Go to hell!" Richard!', we can see the door of their house."

"Why is it'Richard'?" Asa frowned.

"They think that Richard is a pure-blooded shame," Miriam said casually. "That's an old wizard disguised as a retired railroad worker--he planted a 26-foot-tall sunflower. He also appeared in the Muggle newspaper with a smile."

"Oh, this is really funny." Asaph sarcastically said, "What are you waiting for? Let's go!"

After all, Asaph and Miriam crossed the turbulent road together. The former concealedly pulled out his wand and touched the lock of the garden iron fence gate, then opened the gate and walked in.

This is a private garden full of greenery. The more they walked in, the two people found that the surrounding plants became taller and denser. Fortunately, the space here is not big, but after a few turns, they saw a sunflower growing on the side of the stone road.

"I hope that Mr. Smith's sister has not changed her password." Asaph said, he stretched out his hand and said, "How about you or me?"

"I don't want to read such stupid lines," Miriam looked at Asaph, tilted her head, "By the way, I don't think they will change the password here, because they only need to apparate when going home. The shape is enough."

"I don't want to miss it, but...oh, okay!" Asa turned his head, staring at the ordinary-looking sunflower, "Go to hell! Richard!"

"Okay, I will die now, sir."

After the sunflower suddenly gave birth to a mouth and answered, it immediately wilted, and the plant that was in front of them immediately opened a big doorway.

Actually, you can see through the doorway from here-across the passage, a rather chic-looking medium-sized mansion is quietly located on a green grass, and a smooth road leads directly to the mansion gate. .

"Hurry up...I dare you to say that McLean may appear in front of us at any time!"

……

"Well, I know how the first guy died!"

On the top floor of the small building in London, Maca set aside the two semi-petrified statues. His expression at this time seemed somewhat complicated.

Judging from the examination and comparison of Maca just now, the cause of death of the two people was that the brain was greatly concussed.

Although you can’t see it from the outside, Maca knows—just inside that seemingly intact brain, the brain seems to have been disturbed by an eggbeater several times, and it’s impossible to call them anymore. It's a "brain".

At the beginning, when he was in Canterbury, the cause of the death of the first "brave to death" was the same. At that time, Maca thought it was he who had activated some suicide spell in time.

But now...

"Is it a pre-established magic?" Maca thought to himself, "No, I didn't feel any special fluctuations in the beginning... Maybe it's the vow curse of the carrier somewhere else. Right?"

For a moment when Macawu was thinking about it, Ms. St. Guena and her "grandson" who had just come up from downstairs stood not far away with a look of confusion, silently looking at this side.

Not long after, the young vampire probably couldn't help his curiosity, and finally asked.

"...the first one? What do you mean?"

"Oh, no, it's okay." Maca suddenly looked up, "By the way, is there anything else you guys are up to?"

"My grandma wanted to tell you--" "No!"

The young vampire just wanted to say something, but St. Guena covered his mouth and forcibly pushed him outside the door.

"We just want to tell you that you are welcome to come to the association office next time-this is what Mr. Deis said." At the door, she hurriedly said, "Then, see you next time!"

"Okay."

Maca nodded at the door, then turned and looked at the sofa not far away, where the hapless Smith was sitting staring at the two semi-petrified ‘kidnappers’ in a daze!

To be honest, judging from the overall situation so far, he is indeed an important person. But since Maca had already looked through the memory of the other party, right now, he seemed to have no need to stay.

Of course, besides Maca, I need to ask him a few more words.

"Hello, Mr. Smith," Maca walked to the other side and sat down casually on a back chair, "I am the professor of Hogwarts, Maca McLean."

"Uh...huh?" Smith was stunned, then turned his gaze to Maca's face, "Maca McLean? Really? Oh...My little son has always regarded you as an idol! "

"I feel honored for this," Maca turned down his hood to reveal his face, and smiled lightly. "But for now, let's solve the problem in front of you! I can ask you a few Question?"

Because of the suspected Hebrew dialogue, it can be said that the most important memory Maca is still a little bit unintelligible.

He guessed from a limited number of words that the other party might go to Azkaban, but...this was originally what he expected, and it obviously didn't make much sense to him now.

Before the opponent goes to Azkaban, the Ministry of Magic has become a threshold they must try to cross—this is the point!

"As far as I know, do you have a younger sister who works as a broom registrar in the Department of Magical Transportation? And your brother-in-law is the head of the door key office?"

Previously, when the petrification was just released, Smith's consciousness was still a little confused, so Maca's use of pantheonism did not impress him too much.

So, when he heard that Maca knew so much about his family, he was still a little surprised.

"Ah, yes!" Mr. Smith nodded repeatedly, "She is married to a good family and has a good life! Did Mr. Scrimgeour mention them to you?"

"Yes, I talked about it once..." Maca said perfunctorily, and then went on to ask, "Then, do you know which Auror your brother-in-law is closer to?"

As far as Maca knew, only the Auror and the Minister of Magic had the right to enter and exit the gate to Azkaban. In addition, even the heads of other departments of the Ministry of Magic could never secretly obtain permission to visit Azkaban.

However, according to the memories Maca had read before, Smith didn't seem to know the answer he wanted. He asked this to make sure that he hadn't missed it~IndoMTL.com~ Yes, in this Mr. Smith's memory, there seemed to be no trace of his nephew as assistant minister at the Ministry of Magic.

"Auror?" Smith thought about it, and finally shook his head. "Sorry, I don't know too much...but I don't think they will have too much intersection with the Auror office."

"Okay!" Macka paused, then nodded slightly, "Please wait here for a while, soon someone will send you to the Ministry of Magic for protection-rest assured, I will Investigate this'kidnapping case' clearly."

After that, he immediately stood up, and immediately afterwards his whole body began to become transparent.

"Oh! Wait...Before the Auror comes here..."

Mr. Smith hadn't finished speaking before Maca disappeared directly in front of him. He was startled, and his tone of voice soon fell.

"...Just leave me here?" Smith said his last words stiffly.

But before he touched the floor, the window on one side of the room opened automatically, and the rain and fog outside mixed in the wind, and kept pouring into this small living room.

"Don't worry! I have left something for you. You will safely wait until the Auror arrives."

Maca's voice rang by the window, and Smith saw that the window was closed tightly again. It seems that until then, Maca really left.

At this moment, in the rain curtain outside the window, Maca with the magic spell is flying straight in a certain direction with his feet on the magic book, and the destination seems to be the southern suburbs of London.

"Go over there and take a look. If you don't find anything, just go to the Ministry of Magic and watch it!"

The rain in London is always so thin and dense.