harry potter book of crimes

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

Of course, you can't open the door and bask in the sun. After all, the snow has not melted yet, and the sub-freezing temperature still envelopes the earth, maintaining the coldness that should belong to this season.

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

The snow here is still covered in large tracts. If you look at it, it will be completely white, but it gives this chaotic town a strange sense of unity.

And in the shanty town at the back of the town, there were suddenly a few unknown people wandering around in the past few days.

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

"Shut up! Do you remember what I said? After you come out, no one is allowed to mention that thing again! Keep it rotten in your stomach, understand? Or... you want me to waste my precious magic power to mend it for you?

An amnesia spell?"

Under a simple iron scaffolding in the shanty town, two men were living there, talking to each other in low voices. They were about the same height, their clothes were almost as tattered, and their expressions were made of non-stop running.

Showing endless fatigue.

It's just that the two of them look different. The man called "Yaxley" has a fierce look on his face, and his arms and legs are quite thick. He is not easy to mess with at first glance. The other one is relatively more attractive.

He is thinner and has a somewhat vulgar appearance, which does not match his impressive height.

"Mulciber, it's your turn today. You go and get some food from those stupid Muggles." Yaxley waved his hand and said to the tall and thin man.

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

"I can tell what you want to do by looking at your face -" Yaxley frowned and said viciously, "Remember what we have to do now and don't make any noise for me!"

"Okay, I know what I know..." Mulciber said with a smile, "You can't trust my temper, and you can't trust my ability? Don't worry, Yake..."

"Don't get too close to me, think more clearly before doing anything! Do you want me to believe in your ability? If you could really believe in your ability, we wouldn't be chased by those damn Aurors now like we are carrying a huge treasure.

Sniff it!"

"Hey! We do have a 'pocket' that can hold things, but what's in it is not a treasure..." Mulciber smiled casually and left the scaffolding, walking around on the snow.

Walk further away.

When Yaxley heard what he said, he subconsciously turned around and glanced into the shed behind him. In the shadow inside the shed, an ordinary cowhide suitcase was placed against the wall.

It doesn't look suspicious at all.

When he turned around again, he looked outside the shack and looked left and right. After finding that there was no one around, he turned around and walked inside.

"Click-click-"

With two crisp metal collision sounds, he gently pushed the suitcase's buckle open with his thumb, then he put the suitcase down and quickly opened it.

After opening it, Yaxley lowered his head and looked inside. Then he stood up directly, raised his legs and stepped into the suitcase. First with one foot, then the other foot, and so on.

When half of his body was in the suitcase, with a lift of his hands that were supporting the ground, his entire body was submerged into the suitcase, which was like a bottomless pit.

The next moment, an arm suddenly stretched out from the box. As he tapped the edge of the box with his finger, he saw that the suitcase suddenly bounced up like a cat with its tail stepped on, and it popped with a "bang".

Closed again.

There are clutter everywhere in this shed, but the old old suitcase is lying there quietly, without any sense of violation. If you don't look carefully, no one will even notice the suitcase itself.

arrive.

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"...The Muggles in this place are each poorer than the last, but Yaxley still wants to go to a place like this! If I had known better, I would have prepared some food first..."

Mulciber wandered around in this chaotic shantytown, looking here and there, but he was not looking for a target - he was just passing the time.

Even if he had to take action, he would not choose to be near where they were hiding, which was not conducive to concealing their whereabouts. The group of Aurors were well-trained, and they might be worse than dark wizards like them in actual combat, but they were all invisible during the search mission.

Has a keen sense of smell like a dog.

Moreover, the Apparition Spell is not omnipotent. Emergency escape is very useful, but it is not suitable for time-consuming and long-distance pursuit. If someone is unlucky enough to be detected by the Auror's tools, it is very likely that he will

The approximate location of the hiding place was deduced.

Of course, if you just apparate abroad, it wouldn't be that big of a deal.

"...How long will I have to wander around in England?" Mulciber complained in a low voice.

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

In fact, his idea was correct. If the Aurors of the British Ministry of Magic wanted to pursue cross-border pursuits, they had to obtain a series of permissions, which would take a lot of time. Once they obtained the relevant approvals, Mulciber

With Yaxley's methods, it will be too late.

However, this idea does not apply this time.

Yaxley's judgment was right, because the big incident of Voldemort and Grindelwald both being buried in Hogwarts has been settled, and the Ministry of Magic in most other countries no longer worries about causing unnecessary trouble. If

If Death Eaters have fled to other countries, the Ministry of Magic in those countries will definitely be happy to be accommodating.

Or, in fact, other countries are actually very willing to capture a few Death Eaters, which will give them an advantageous bridge to talk to the British Ministry of Magic.

Yaxley has a lot of political acumen and is somewhat aware of the conflict of interests between these countries, so he is very sure that his group cannot escape from the UK. The current situation in the British Ministry of Magic is not stable.

It will be one of the breakthroughs for them to achieve their ultimate goal.

Not long after, Mulciber, who was thinking and muttering as he walked, walked all the way south. After passing through the snow-covered fields, he soon arrived at the main area of ​​the town of Stifki.

At first glance, the buildings here are much better than those in the shanty town to the north. The main body of the house is made of brightly colored red bricks, with a large number of neat cobblestones embedded in the outer walls, which look a bit bright against the snow.

Fresh and tidy.

The population of this town is not large, but the area is relatively large. Almost every household has a spacious yard. Most of the ground in the yard has been shoveled with snow, and the fine gravel ground allows them to see.

It looks quite pleasing to the eye.

Occasionally, there are several elderly families basking in the sun leisurely in the yard, the newspapers in their hands being shaken by the old men. It is a beautiful scene in the town with leisurely farming in the countryside.

Mulciber just walked on the street, and the torn wizard robe was obviously a bit eye-catching. When he passed several houses, the old men and women cast curious and strange looks at him.

It's not that he doesn't have the opportunity to change into less conspicuous clothes. After all, it's easy for dark wizards to get some Muggle clothes. But how can fanatical pure-blood advocates like them be willing to wear them?

Muggle clothes? He would rather his wizard robes were uncovered than wear Muggle clothes.

At this time, whenever someone notices Mulciber, Mulciber will turn his head and look at the other person. He is looking for a suitable house to attack, so that he can go in and "get" some later.

thing.

No, to be precise, he was waiting for those stupid Muggles to deliver it to him.

"...Well, this house is barely passable. There should be some entrances." Mulciber looked at a relatively exquisite house and compared it with the lowest standard in his heart.

Both he and Yaxley came from noble pure-blood wizard families, and even when they were on the run, they would never want to treat their "noble" stomachs badly.

With a flick of his sleeve, the wand slipped down the sleeve and into his palm, followed by several spells in a row. The Muggles who had seen him before were all cast an amnesia spell, and the door of the house in front of them

The middle-aged woman who met him directly sent him a soul-stealing curse as a greeting gift.

"Help me prepare lunch."

Mulciber said casually, without stopping, he opened the half-opened door and walked in. Looking at his calm and unhurried manner, it was as if he was the master here.

A smile from the bottom of her heart flashed across the face of the woman who had been cast by the Imperius Curse, as if she had fallen into some kind of boundless happiness. After another reply, she followed him back to the house.

went.

This is the frightening Imperius Curse, one of the three unforgivable curses, and the most difficult to guard against black magic. People who are under the curse will obey the speller, and if the power reaches a certain level,

Even the smile on his face will sink deep into his heart, making it impossible for people to notice even the slightest trace.

This Mulciber is the dark wizard who has the most profound research on the Imperius Curse among the Death Eaters. The Ministry of Magic employee who was jailed this time has always been under his control.

The next second, the door of the house closed silently, and the courtyard returned to calm again. Under the sunshine, it seemed as if nothing had ever happened.