Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 1216: Spread
Chapter 1218 Contagion
In the past few days, colleagues in the Ministry have been talking about the allocation of rooms in the shelter, and Truman can always smell a sour lemon.
After the senior officials of the Ministry of Magic moved into Shelter No. 1 collectively, there was a big discussion in the entire magic world, and many people who were not allocated a house were complaining about it. They believed that the safehouse should be reserved for employees who were easy to be targeted by You-Know-Who and Death Eaters, not for the higher-ups of the Ministry of Magic.
Of course, there are also many employees discussing when the No. 2 shelter will be completed.
Hearing two colleagues complaining about injustice, Truman didn't answer the words, but just smiled. He knew very well that he basically didn't have a share in the allocation of a house in the shelter.
Who made him a Muggle wizard?
During the time he worked in the Ministry of Magic, Truman could be considered to have figured out all the connections. It can be said that there is discrimination everywhere in the Ministry, especially unfriendly to Muggle wizards. It is basically difficult to get promoted and raise salary if no one protects them.
After saying goodbye to his colleagues with a smile on his face, Truman left the Ministry of Magic in whispers.
He has no intention of breaking up with these boring guys, anyway, he won't be staying in the Ministry of Magic for long, so why waste time on these people?
Not worth it.
Bought French fries and fried fish at a nearby Muggle fast food restaurant, and after a quick meal, Truman returned to the house he rented.
The location of the new home is a bit out of the way, and the house is also very dilapidated, but Truman never regrets moving out from home to live by himself. He must avoid accidentally involving his family one day.
Death Eaters can do this kind of thing.
Don't talk about Muggles, even ordinary wizarding families, they would kill them casually.
Truman hoped to share a house in the shelter, but obviously such a good thing is basically out of his reach. Fortunately, he still has a good friend who is reliable. When the house over there is built, he Just moving to live in it can be regarded as having a new home of one's own. When the time comes and changing jobs, life in the magic world will be easier in the future.
Turn on the TV, listen to the news on TV, Truman made himself a bag of black tea, while listening to the news on TV, while leisurely reading the latest "Daily Prophet", the latest news in the newspaper caught Truman's attention : Someone is missing.
In the era when mysterious people are rampant, it is not a big deal for someone to disappear.
But for some reason, Truman always felt uneasy, feeling that he might have seen the photo of the missing person in the newspaper somewhere.
A very famous person.
If Albert is here, he must know each other.
Wait, Albert!
Truman remembered where he had met each other, at Albert's wedding.
This...
A more and more bad feeling came to my heart.
At this moment, the sight glass on the desk, which was used to provide warning, suddenly spun on the desk, and an alarm whistle sounded.
Something went wrong.
Truman almost jumped up from the sofa, feeling even more uneasy, he hurriedly took out his wand and pointed at the door.
"No, calm down, calm down, in this situation, I should..."
Truman took a deep breath, trying to recall what Albert taught, trying to find a way to deal with it.
However, the more rapid footsteps disturbed Truman's thoughts, making his hand that was holding the wand tremble a little.
For a moment, the door was knocked open from the outside, and a group of strange guys broke in violently. They held up their wands and looked around, looking at the empty room and couldn't help being furious.
"Run away?"
The leading wizard was rather annoyed, raised his wand and blew the table and looking glass into powder, and the room was completely silent.
"Chasing, that guy should have just left."
A group of people ran out again with a huff.
Looking at the group of people leaving in a hurry, Truman couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. However, he didn't crawl out from under the bed, because the detection pocket watch in his pocket was still a little hot. Everything proved that the enemy hadn't gone far. .
This is most likely a trap.
Sure enough, after more than ten seconds, they rushed inside again. It was obvious that they left just now to lure him out, but they obviously failed.
"The Mudblood escaped?"
"Probably not, don't forget that Apparition is prohibited around, and there are people staring outside all the time, and I didn't see him leave at all."
The person who spoke looked around sharply, and said with a sneer, "I should be hiding, and it is very likely that I used the Disillusionment Charm. That guy is probably still in this room, and it is probably because there are so many of us that we dare not come out to attack."
"Are you sure?"
Although they also joined as Voldemort's minions, they were actually trying to fish in troubled waters to gain some benefits for themselves.
As long as you catch the damned Mudblood, everyone here can get at least ten Galleons as a reward.
It's no wonder they rummaged through boxes and cabinets, eager to find out the guy who was hiding.
No, no one at all.
The group of people searched every inch of the room, but they couldn't find the target.
"What's under the bed?" Someone asked.
Everyone exchanged glances, raised their wands and pointed at the bottom of the bed.
"Are you coming out by yourself, or are we going to get you out." This group of people seemed to have made up their minds that their target was under the bed.
Damn it!
Truman realized that he was planted.
After using the illusion spell on himself, he hid directly under the house. He knew very well that if the guy who came to arrest him was more vigilant, he would definitely search the entire room.
Even if you use the illusion spell on yourself, it doesn't mean that your body disappears.
He gritted his teeth, reached into his pocket, and prepared to use the Felicity Elixir provided by Albert, hoping to use the Felicity Elixir to help him overcome the current difficulties.
However, it was too late, several stun spells hit Truman under the bed, making him completely incapable of resisting.
"Look, we finally found the little mouse that was hiding."
The leader grabbed Truman by the hair and pulled him out from under the bed, "If you had voluntarily cooperated just now, you would have suffered less. It is a pity that you have wasted a lot of our time, so... Cut out the bone."
Truman snorted softly, enduring the pain of the Cruciatus Curse.
"Okay, stop playing, they are still waiting for us over there, hurry up and send people over there to exchange Galleons!" Someone reminded.
They were worried that there would be an accident during the period, and it would be most practical to replace this guy with Garen as soon as possible.
Just as they left the room, someone suddenly fell down without warning, and the corridor was immediately shrouded in a cloud of black smoke.
"Damn it, it's a trap."
The man in charge was about to poke his wand into Truman's neck, and what made them most angry was that they had fallen into a trap they had set, and the apartment was temporarily unable to apparate.
"Well, the Ministry of Magic is really ruthless. It's planning to exchange my life for yours." Truman sighed softly. He thought it was Albert who came to save him, but now he fell into the hands of the other party. On the other hand, we must find a way to avoid becoming a burden.
Just after everyone was stunned for a short time, a sharp cry was heard, and then the black wizards fell to the ground one after another.
After a while, the crying stopped.
Fred and George were wearing earmuffs, trying to recover the Mandrake roots they used as weapons.
"Look, I just said that this thing works, and it's hard to guard against."
George stuffed the flowerpot back into the box, **** the black wizards who had passed out one by one with ropes, and did not forget to erase their memories just now.
Ebert doesn't want too many people to know that they use the Mandela grass as a weapon, lest other people learn to deal with them in reverse.
After Fred collected his wand and **** all the unlucky people, he suddenly asked, "Do you think other people will be targeted as well?"
"I don't know, are you worried about Angelina?" George asked with a smile.
"I have some regrets about pulling her into the Defense Association."
"Is it over? There are only three below, and we have already dealt with them." Cedric appeared outside the corridor with a few unlucky ones who had been stunned by them.
"Where's Lee Jordan?" Fred asked where ~IndoMTL.com~ was. "
Lee Jordan, who was in an invisible state, stretched out his hand and patted Fred on the shoulder.
"He's all right."
Cedric was a little worried about Truman's situation.
"Don't worry, the crying of immature Mandrake roots is not fatal, at most it will sleep for a few hours." George comforted, "We should remind the Ministry of Magic now and let them come to receive these people."
"I am more concerned about whether other people will be affected."
All four were silent.
They were not sure how much information those madmen had dug out of the old man's mind.
Once the mysterious person goes completely mad and plans to attack the people who attended Albert's wedding, no matter whether they join the Defense Association or not, they will be in bad luck.