Hogwarts Asylum

Manor Road, as time goes on, Birmingham police are devoting more and more manpower to investigating tonight's terrorist attack.

However, although the attack only occurred in the North District, the police did not dare to take it lightly, especially when James Smith, the chief of the Birmingham Police Department, heard that MI[-] had carried someone away. His hair was bald, and he angrily ordered his men to set up defenses everywhere.

From the power station to the main roads and the rivers along the way, there are police guards. There are even a few plainclothes policemen stationed at scenic spots where few people go.

This has also resulted in fewer and fewer people on the street. Of course, no one with any sense would choose to stay outside at this time unless they cannot go back.

Looking at the empty but still brightly lit streets, Director Smith sighed with emotion. Nowadays, any fool can become a terrorist. After all, normally, when launching an attack on a city, the first target should be the power station, cutting off The whole city is powered by electricity, followed by the city government, signal towers, etc. What is the use of attacking a mere commercial street?

Of course, Smith would not thank those terrorists for their poor intelligence. If he wanted to gain his gratitude, he would have to risk his life in exchange!

However, MI[-] was actually dispatched. They couldn't have received the news in advance, and they even said that their people were among the terrorists... Smith looked thoughtfully in the direction of Sutton Park.

In Sutton Park, Mundungus limped out, muttering "I'm starving" from time to time, vividly interpreting the homeless man's weakness.

Although the few vacant positions around him made him look very abrupt, the direction he chose was far away from the location of the explosion, so Mundungus was not afraid that anyone would notice anything unusual about him.

Besides, as a homeless man, it's normal to look for food when you're hungry.

Mundungus rubbed his stomach. He was indeed a little hungry.

After you leave, be sure to go to the Pig’s Head Bar for a drink!

Seeing that there were only a few steps left outside the crowd, although Mundungus was patient, he couldn't help but speed up his pace.

8 feet…

5 feet…

2 feet…

1 feet…

When Mundungus stepped outside the crowd, he was suddenly tapped hard on the shoulder.

"Mundungus? What are you doing here?" A low and hoarse voice sounded in Mundungus's ear.

Mundungus froze. He slowly turned his head, and the expression on his face changed rapidly, looking very funny.

In the crowd, passers-by pointed in the direction of Mundungus, but not at Mundungus, but at the man pressing Mundungus's shoulder. This man dared to approach the smelly ditch. A homeless man who smells dozens of times more stinky is really a warrior.

Finally, Mundungus turned his head with great effort. In front of him was a man with long black hair, wearing a black leather coat, who was much taller than Mundungus, and with smooth skin that did not look like a man.

The man in front of him felt strange both in appearance and voice, but he did not dare to relax at all.

After all, he didn't know if this man was from the Muggle government.

Mundungus tried his best to pretend that he didn't know anything, and tried to muddle through by wondering: "Mundungus, who is that?"

"Mundungus Fletcher, the notorious black marketeer." The leather-coated man whispered, grabbing Mundungus' shoulders to prevent him from running away suddenly. "If you take a shower, I'll I may admit it wrong, but your scent is so recognisable."

Mundungus breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. He knew that his identity as a black marketeer would only be a wizard, but he still did not dare to take it lightly.

Because he didn't know how many enemies he had, Mundungus always treated strangers with such average attitudes as enemies.

Yusmundungus whispered very simply: "What kind of garbage have I sold to you? How many galleons have you lost? Just report the amount and I will compensate you."

"I don't want Galleons," the man in leather said coldly, "Come with me. I suspect that you participated in or even organized the attack that broke the secrecy law tonight."

"You are slandering!"

Although Mundungus was panicking inside, he still pretended to be calm on the surface. He couldn't admit this, and he couldn't follow this man who was most likely from the Ministry of Magic, otherwise he would definitely be sent to Azka again. Class, and this time it was a crime that could lead to death. It would be useless even if he donated all the money he earned from this business.

"It doesn't matter whether it's slander or not." The leather-clad man's hand on Mundungus's shoulder tightened, "Let's go, our temporary interrogation point happens to be nearby."

"No, even if you are an Auror, you have no right to arrest me without any evidence..."

Mundungus's mind was spinning wildly, thinking about countermeasures. Suddenly, he looked at the crowd not far away, rolled his eyes, and thought of a good idea.

His whole body fell towards the leather-clad man, who hurriedly dodged away. Grabbing Mundungus's shoulders was the limit of what he could bear, and it was impossible to hold him.

So Mundungus got his wish and fell to the ground, and then he started shouting: "MI[-] is hitting! MI[-] is hitting!"

"?" Although the man in leather didn't know what trick Mundungus was playing, he instinctively felt that something was wrong.

So the man in leather clothes didn't care about cleanliness and stretched out his hand towards Mundungus.

"Stop!" A strange man who looked like a werewolf suddenly squeezed out of the crowd.

The man in leather clothes heard the sound and saw a werewolf rushing out of the crowd. Although he was a little confused that today was not a full moon but there was a werewolf, and the werewolf did not attack Muggles, he still hurriedly took out his wand.

Mundungus's eyes suddenly lit up when he also heard the voice, and he knew that he had made the right bet.

"Stop!" The man in leather aimed a dim white light at the tip of the werewolf's wand, but did not fire it because he found that the werewolf seemed to be conscious.

This werewolf was none other than Little Tom, who had been looking for the wizard. When Little Tom saw the wand in the leather-coated man's hand and the white light on the wand, a hint of joy flashed across his face. He stopped very obediently, and then put the hood on his head. He took it off, and then, under the puzzled eyes of the people around him, he raised his hands and gave the man in leather a French national salute.

Seeing this scene, the man in leather clothes realized that he had misunderstood, so he quickly put away his wand, and explained as if he was trying to steal something: "This is a flashlight, it's too dark here, haha."

When Little Tom saw this, he slowly lowered his hands and said, "Friend, I am a cheap policeman from the Birmingham Police Department. What happened here?"

police?

The leather-coated man thought for a while. He seemed to have seen this title in the scout manual. It was a Muggle law enforcement officer, equivalent to a combination of a scout and a striker.

Therefore, in line with the idea of ​​not exposing magic in front of Muggles, the man in leather pointed at Mundungus and said with some choking: "This is my uncle who has been missing for many years. When I first saw him, I was so excited that I wanted to I wanted to take him home to clean him, but he refused to go home.”

The people around him nodded after hearing this, and many of the more emotional people even quietly wiped away their tears. This was really a touching scene of relatives reunited after a long absence. No wonder the man in leather would approach the homeless man regardless of his filthiness.

Little Tom also nodded. He quietly and slowly approached the man in leather. He moved his steps and asked with a smile: "Are you sure he is really your uncle?"

"It's unmistakable. His name is Mundungus Fletcher. He likes to smoke and drink. He doesn't like to take baths. He always smells bad..."

Mundungus, who was thinking about how to escape, heard this and hurriedly shouted: "No, my name is not Mundungus, my name is Aberforth Dumbledore."

"He's a little mentally disturbed." The man in the leather jacket still choked and joked casually, "Before he disappeared, he also said that his name was Saint Phoenix, and sometimes he called himself Cornelius Fudge."

When the leather-clad man and Mundungus were having fun with each other, little Tom, who finally reached the two men, suddenly reached out and touched his chest, followed by two loud bangs that were almost indistinguishable from front to back, echoing through the park.

"Bang bang—"

The leather-coated man and Mundungus looked at Little Tom with difficulty, their eyes filled with disbelief. In exchange, they saw a gun butt and an arm that looked furry but was actually wearing an iron gauntlet.

The leather-clad man and Mundungus, who were in severe pain, had no time to react before they were knocked unconscious by the head-on hammer.

After confirming that both of them were unconscious and in no danger, Little Tom happily put the gun back in his arms and took out a flip phone with an antenna and a small black book.

Little Tom first stretched out the antenna of his mobile phone and dialed a number. When the other end of the phone picked up the phone, he said, "Two of them were shot. Get a doctor."

After saying that, Little Tom quickly hung up the phone without considering whether the person on the other end of the phone heard clearly. He then showed the small notebook in his hand to the panicked passers-by and said, "Don't worry, buddy. Guys, I'm really a police officer."

However, the passers-by were not only not calmed down, but were in an uproar. Little Tom took back his hand in confusion and glanced at the small book. He saw that the pattern on it was the same as the two men in suits who had just taken away Rosa. Pentagram, cinquefoil, and an eagle-winged monster surrounded by a crown.

Seeing this, little Tom couldn't help but giggle and said: "Sorry, I turned to the wrong page, hahaha."

As he spoke, he quickly turned the document to another page, and the passers-by finally became quiet, or rather, they had to be quiet, because there was a sound of ambulances all around.

……

In the Ministry of Magic, Amelia Bones, as the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, did not have to leave work early while her subordinates were still working hard outside, as many ordinary wizards imagined.

Thanks to this, when Saint failed to find Tonks around Birmingham and returned to the Ministry of Magic, he was told that Tonks had already left with Veritaserum. He was able to immediately find Tonks who was waiting for news in the office. Amelia Bones.

When Bones learned from Sainte that the new scout Nymphadora Tonks, whom she was very optimistic about, was suspected of missing, she immediately took Sainte to the Magical Incident on the third floor. and the Disaster Division's Office of the Reversal of Occasional Magical Events Team.

The purpose of her trip was to borrow the magic monitor here that was said to be used to monitor the entire UK, but in fact it was basically monitoring magic fluctuations in the Muggle world.

In the office, when Bones knocked on the door, only Arnold Peacegood, the drowsy amnesiac clerk, was on duty.

Peacegood, who was awakened by the knock on the door, half-closed his eyes. When he opened the door and saw the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, he opened his eyes wide, pretending to be energetic, and asked respectfully: " Ms. Bones, do you have any instructions?”

Bones was very satisfied with Peacegood's attitude, so he said in a gentle tone: "I would like to borrow your magic monitor. One of our scouts may be missing."

"This..." Pisgood's expression seemed a little troubled.

"Is there any problem?" Bones frowned.

"No, no problem.

It's just that... you know, the magic detector uses the mutual marking between traces to locate the location where magic fluctuations occur.

In addition to the ordinary traces on underage wizards, those in the ministry who are out in the field also have special traces..."

Peacegood said while observing Bones's face, "But after all, there are only a few people on the field and they are very scattered, so..."

"So what?" Bones suddenly felt dissatisfied with the memory canceller who spoke loudly and breathlessly.

"So, if the scout you want to locate is not using magic, there may be a slight error..."

"How much is a little?"

"Based on previous cases...about two miles..."

"Ok?"

……

In Avery Manor, while Saint was looking for Tonks, Hydra finally returned to the living room.

At this time, Hydra was wearing a set of silver-gray slim-fitting magic robes that were almost the same color as Orolin's eyes. All the fancy gemstones and jewelry were taken off, leaving only a golden hairpin stuck in her head. Compared to the glamorous and enchanting one just now, she is much plainer, but it is even more pleasing to the eye.

On the sofa, Hydra sat sideways, showing off her graceful curves without giving anyone any sense of debauchery.

O'Loughlin couldn't help but suspect that the reason it took her so long to change clothes was because she was practicing her sitting posture.

"Mr. O'Loughlin, there seemed to be some movement just now?" Hydra even changed her tone of voice.

In fact, Hydera had been paying attention to the changes in the living room. The conversation between Olorin and Sainte fell into her ears, but she still asked deliberately.

"Ah, yes, Phoenix came here just now. You know, he was in the same grade as me when he went to school."

"Mr. O'Loughlin seems to be very interested in what those Aurors are doing?"

"I'm a little interested." Olorin silently poured himself a cup of tea. Although Hydra was not here just now, the house elf of the Avery family did not neglect it at all. The tea in the teapot was always at its best flavor.

"Want to take a look?" Hydera smiled.

"Is that okay?" Oluolin raised his eyebrows, as if he was a little surprised.