harry potter book of crimes

Chapter 983 The mysterious wizard on the streets of London

"Cough cough cough... cough cough... vomit..."

One day under the night sky, in a quiet alley in the suburbs of London, a series of coughing and retching sounds suddenly sounded.

"Cough cough...cough cough cough..."

Listening to the painful wheezing mixed with the sound, it really makes people worry about whether they will cough up their lungs as well.

After a while, the coughing stopped, and then a figure came out of the dark alley, leaning on the wall. Just looking at the stumbling steps, it was obvious that the man's condition was very bad.

Even walking has become extremely difficult.

However, even so, the figure still had no intention of stopping.

The sky is quite clear tonight, and a bright moon frequently shuttles between the thin clouds, making the deserted streets dim and bright. When the moonlight shines on the road, you can slightly see the outline of the person.

But he saw that he seemed to be a man covered in a dark trench coat. He also wore a wide-brimmed round hat that covered his face, making it impossible to identify what was hidden in the shadow under the hat brim.

What kind of appearance does it look like.

"Cough...cough cough."

Suddenly, the man coughed twice more. Even though he had deliberately lowered his volume, it still sounded unusually clear in this quiet street.

"Is it... over there?"

Just look at the figure leaning against the wall at the entrance of the alley, looking around strenuously, and then a vague voice floated out from under the hat.

Probably because he coughed too much, his voice became obviously hoarse, and... it seemed to be a little thin.

"Ahem, hoo..." After confirming the position for a while, the man then shook his head and said to himself, "It seems that we need to take a rest for a while."

After muttering to himself, the man was about to hold on to the wall and continue walking forward, but suddenly turned around as if he noticed something.

It was obviously due to his physical condition, as his sudden turn made his legs tremble, and he almost couldn't stand and fell to the side of the street.

But compared to those staggering feet, those arms were unexpectedly steady.

The moment he suddenly turned around, a slender and delicate wand appeared in his right hand, and before the magic was cast, some strange and flickering shadow appeared.

The next moment, a slightly obscure green light appeared and then disappeared, like a dark green lightning that quickly cut through the drowsiness on the street.

There is no doubt that it was a life-killing curse without any hesitation, and it also had an extremely skilled silent spell technique.

Who would have thought that a person who seemed so weak that he might fall to the ground at any time could be so sharp and decisive?

Perhaps it was precisely because this life-killing curse was so unexpected that a few dozen feet away, the space where the green light passed quietly suddenly distorted, and then another figure in black robes appeared silently.

come out.

"Interesting, really interesting... It seems that there are many surprising wizards in this world." The man in black robe said slowly, "Well, I guess if there is only one Maca McLean in this era, then

Isn’t it too boring?”

"Cough, cough, cough, cough..."

What answered him was not words, but another hard cough. But although the man kept coughing at first, his hand did not tremble at all, and the tip of the staff was as firm as before.

After a few seconds, the windbreaker wizard who kept coughing belatedly spoke, and revealed a fact that surprised the other party a little.

"You are 'Despicable Herbo'."

His voice was still hoarse and almost harsh, making it unbearable to hear.

On the other side, Haierbo, whose identity was suddenly recognized, lightly dusted his robe. With his back to the moonlight, he didn't know what his expression was at this moment.

"You know who I am before I even take action?" He said in a light tone, "Or are you just here to find me?"

"Ahem... looking for you?"

There seemed to be a hint of impatience in the hoarse voice.

"I don't have the time... In the final analysis, no matter what you want to do, it has nothing to do with my purpose. Stop talking nonsense, or you can leave by yourself, or... I will 'please' you

Walk."

Hearing this, Haierbo's eyes hidden in the shadows suddenly narrowed, and there was suddenly a sharp edge in his sight.

"McLean can say that because he is 'arrogant,' and that's it." He said, "And do you think you are qualified to speak to me like this?"

"Cough cough cough... Huh, probably so!"

The windbreaker wizard was coughing and wheezing, but his tone remained calm. There were not many such wizards in the world who could be so calm despite knowing that the other party was the ancient black wizard Haierbo.

However, this windbreaker wizard is more than just talk!

Without warning, a symbol flashed on his forehead under the brim of his hat. At the same time, a green light flashed out, narrowly missing Haierbo's ear.

At this moment, Haierbo didn't even move.

This wasn't because he didn't want to avoid it. Even he didn't want to face the death rules hidden in the Death Curse. But the reason why he didn't move was entirely because his body stopped at that moment.

Even if it only lasts for less than a second, it is enough for a lot of things to happen in a wizard's duel.

"Hmph, another holder has appeared..."

Although Haierbo was surprised, he still seemed very calm, and he suddenly sneered and said: "That's right, the time is coming, it should be like this."

After saying that, he seemed to think about it for a moment, and then nodded quickly.

"Okay, then... I will first welcome you to join this interesting 'game'. If there is a chance, we will meet again..."

Before he finished speaking, Haierbo suddenly disappeared on the spot.

The windbreaker wizard didn't speak anymore, but looked coldly at the place where the other party left. After some careful confirmation, he turned around again and continued to move forward in vain.

"Ahem, cough, cough, I didn't expect to meet the 'despicable Haierbo' when I came here. I hope this meeting will not have any bad influence..."

"...I will definitely come to save you."

After walking a few steps, the weak wizard suddenly added in his hoarse voice.

Early the next morning, at the gate of Hogwarts.

"Wait for my letter after you go back! Before I say you can come, just stay at home, loosen the soil, and plant flowers. I will send you my new herbal notes."

"Um."

After Willie nodded in response with a peaceful smile, Maka turned to her father and said:

"Mr. Blois, I won't say any more words of thanks for sending us so many helpers this time. I can only say that these are indeed very reliable wizards, and we at Hogwarts are in short supply of such people.

There is a group of supporting forces who know the basics!”

Blois immediately nodded slightly and patted Maka on the shoulder.

"If it's not enough, write again!" He said extremely generously, "The Blois family lacks everything except people and money, haha!"

Is this called "lack of everything"? Maka really wanted to complain like this, but in the end he held back and did not let out all his thoughts.

"Okay, let's go back first," Blois waved his hand and said, "I hope Willie can come to school as soon as possible. With you as a professor here, I really can't wait to send the entire younger generation to Hogwarts."

Already."

After saying this, he reached out and took Willy's arm, wanting to take his daughter back to Blois Castle. But at this moment, Maka seemed to have remembered something, and stretched out her hand to signal him to wait a moment.

"By the way," he said, "if the situation here suddenly becomes very bad, I may send some people to Blois Castle. Then I'm afraid I will have to ask Mr. to take care of them."

"Oh, of course it's no problem!"

After once again confirming that Maka had nothing to say, the Blois father and his daughter finally disappeared from outside the school gate with a burst of space distortion.

"Are you sending someone there?" Professor McGonagall on the side asked at this time, "Are they Miss Granger and the others?"

"No, how could it be?" Maka smiled helplessly, "Actually, I would like to, but do you think they will leave? And to be honest, now they do have some ability to protect themselves, and they can no longer

They treat it like a child!"

"It's not their words, that's"

"They're just some 'real' children," Maka shrugged at Professor McGonagall's confusion, "Didn't I save a group of little guys before? In fact, some of them have not been able to find a home... Anyway, I can't find a home.

Even though we have saved them, we can’t just save them once and then ignore them, right?”

Shaking his head slightly, he stretched and walked out the door.

"Professor McGonagall, I have to go back to St. Mungo's... At the moment, it seems that there won't be any movement from Haierbo. You and the professors can enjoy the rest of the Christmas vacation!"

"I think, after a while, this peaceful life will probably end again."

As soon as he finished saying this, Maka also flashed and disappeared from Mag's sight.

"This kid talks so easily..." Professor McGonagall sighed softly, "Isn't it you who are most worried about the storm in the future?"

Otherwise, he wouldn't have suddenly mentioned sending those children to Chateau Blois in France just now.

After Mag closed the school gate and applied the protective spell, she walked towards the castle step by step. Unexpectedly, not long after she left, a figure suddenly appeared on the hillside in the distance.

Looking at the position where Maka left.

Obviously, the man had been standing on the hillside for a long time, but even Maka was not aware of his presence. If you take a closer look, it is not difficult to find out at this time that it was the man who met Haier on the streets of London last night.

The mysterious wizard whom Bo had fought against. (To be continued)

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