harry potter book of crimes

As time went by, the sky finally gradually became dark again.

Speaking of which, is this already the first sunset after the disaster?

Perhaps it's because people are always afraid of the unknown darkness. Whenever the sky darkens and night falls, everyone's expressions become obviously tense.

Hermione, who was using portkeys to send batches of Muggle civilians away from the camp, subconsciously glanced to the west.

The red sunset hung over the distant mountain tops, dyeing the entire sky like a blazing flame. Just looking at it made one feel intoxicating and dizzy.

However, the "peak" that Hermione saw that was about to swallow up the setting sun was actually not a mountain at all, but had unknowingly moved to the gray mist of Sittingbourne five miles away.

Yes, the distance is close enough to see!

"It's almost over, please work harder! Maybe we can move the remaining groups of people to safe places before dark!"

It can be said that the mountain-like fog is like a piece of pressure visible to the naked eye, pressing heavily on everyone's heart.

Those Muggle civilians who didn't fully understand the meaning of the gray fog were fine, but the wizard volunteers who had been hearing about the retreat on the front line had a completely different mood.

Because you have never been on the front line, you only know the dangers but don’t know the specific situation. On the contrary, you will be even more frightened because of your half-knowledge.

Even if these volunteers who are willing to take risks themselves and respond to the call are more or less mentally prepared, they will obviously still be afraid when they should be afraid, right?

"Don't worry! Maka...oh no, it's McClain! He's on the front line right now to protect us from danger! With McClain here, everything will be fine!"

"Yes! And Mr. McClain! And we all left the town voluntarily to help, and we have been prepared to sacrifice for a long time! Now that things have happened, what is there to be afraid of?"

Hermione's words seemed to have some effect. When one person began to respond to her words, soon more people began to cheer up the people around them.

Perhaps they were infected by the increasingly excited emotions of these wizard volunteers! Those Muggles who were lining up to wait for transfer under the guidance of the soldiers also became much more proactive in their actions.

Even though many of them don't even know why they were evacuated, they still clearly understand that "these young wizards who can cast magic in front of them are here to help them"...

However, just as the camp finally entered its final busy stage, the officer who had taken Hermione to the dark wizard's family finally appeared again.

"Miss Granger, there are probably only 'those two' wizards left in the town, right?"

Faced with the other party's unwarranted inquiry, Hermione couldn't help but be a little startled. After she handed over the door key in her hand, she nodded at the other party and said:

"Yes! There are only a few households of wizards living in this town. After sending everyone away, I checked it again according to the list sent by Lupine... er, the headquarters. At least the registered residents

They should have all been moved away."

After explaining this, she looked at the other party and frowned slightly:

"Why do you ask this specifically? Does your commander need to make corresponding records?"

But when Hermione asked this, the other party shook her head slightly.

"That's not the case," he said. "In fact... the team responsible for checking whether there was anything missing in the town just now sent word that they met another wizard during the search. And, that person asked that person

A small team takes action using your wizard's magic!"

"Are you taking action?"

Upon hearing this, Hermione finally handed over the work at hand to the volunteer next to her, and then immediately grabbed the other person's sleeve and walked aside.

"Is the search team okay? Is anyone injured?"

"Well, that's not bad," the other party said immediately, "Although someone did get a little injured, they were basically minor injuries and didn't bother them. And because they had concerns, they didn't dare to attack that person casually.

He fired, but the enemy quickly broke through the surrounding area and left."

At the end of the sentence, he suddenly subconsciously glanced at the setting sun...or rather, at the "foggy mountain" under the sun, and then he couldn't help but frown.

"But the problem is, the direction the man left was to the west."

His military rank is not high, but since he is mainly responsible for liaison work, he still has a lot of understanding of the current situation.

Especially the gray fog that looked very unusual at first glance. In fact, you didn't even need to understand it to understand that the guy running straight in that direction was definitely suspicious.

"I understand, this matter... I'll think about it first before talking about it."

It was a busy time at the moment, and there was also a cleanup force between the army of zombies and the town. Even Hermione did care a little about what was going on with the wizard, and it seemed that there was no need to blindly chase after him.

not to mention……

"Miss Granger, I came to you this time for another matter." The officer who was summoning paused for a moment, then immediately said, "That... uh, 'Mr. Dark Wizard'?

He said that the necessary things have been prepared and you can go over."

"oh!"

Hearing what the other party said, Hermione immediately put her thoughts aside.

"Okay, I'll go there right now...ah, there's no need for a car! I know the place too, I can just fly there on a broomstick this time!"

After saying that, she turned around to find someone to give a brief explanation, and then, once again bathed in the curious or surprised gazes of the Muggles, she mounted her broom and flew into the sky under the sunset.

Not long after, she was over the white house again.

Just looking towards the ground in mid-air, Hermione saw the figure waiting at the gate with two Muggle soldiers.

Obviously, even though this man seems to be very talented in potions, that special potion is by no means easy to prepare. Compared to the first time they met, his face looked more tired now, and his body became more tired.

Much sloppy.

However, the other party's expression was vaguely excited.

"Miss Granger, the potion has been prepared... These quantities, plus the portion I prepared earlier, will definitely be enough for my father to safely transfer it!"

Seeing Hermione landing in front of him, the other party immediately said hurriedly:

"Miss Granger... thank you! Thank you very much... now, at least my father can live longer."