Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 990 Bloodthirsty Atmosphere

  Doctor Anthony didn't seem to sleep all night.

  His office desk is full of books, and they all seem to be "antique books". Just look at the cover and you know it must be some years old.

  In addition, there are many cigarette butts in the ashtray. The doctor always reminds others not to smoke, but obviously they also need it when they need it.

  He noticed that Mills had arrived and only looked up, and did not move his posture. When Mills approached, he placed a yellowed poster in front of Mills.

"what is this?"

  "Circus poster." Anthony said exhaustedly, "written in French."

   "What is written?"

  Mills held the poster in his hand. It was a beautiful woman, but her upper body was a human and her lower body was a snake, which looked weird.

  Anthony took a mouthful of smoke, narrowed his eyes and said, "Have you heard of the blood orc species?"

"what?"

  "This species is born with a curse. They are like normal people when they are young. They will become animals in the future. The girl in the pictorial is named Nagini, and she can become a snake."

   "Like a witch?"

"No, this curse means that she will eventually become exactly the same as a snake. She will not remember that she was a human being. There was a sensational case in the last century. A woman said that she went to a magic school. An academy is named after a cat and leopard (Wampus).” Anthony threw another picture book over. “This is the portrait of that animal.”

  Mills did not touch the book.

  But this does not prevent him from reading the spread out book. The animal named cat and leopard has eyes exactly like Angela Warren.

   "According to the picture book, this animal is good at hypnosis and panic, thunderbirds can summon thunder and lightning, and long-horned water snakes have all the abilities."

   "Is there another animal?"

   "Pukechi, but I think it might be painted Indians. Those gray-skinned dwarves can use bows and arrows like them."

   "This is crazy." Mills said with disgust.

"I like to go to the antique book market. Sometimes I can find interesting things in abandoned houses." Anthony blew a smoke ring and watched it dissipate before his eyes. "The residents of those houses suddenly disappeared, everything It still keeps the way they left, as if they will be back in the next second."

   "Where did they go?"

  "I don’t know, Mr. Mills, but I’ve heard that when we have a world war, the Wizarding World is also at war, and the reason for their war is different from our uneven division of interests."

"what is the reason?"

   "There was a madman who wanted to make the magical world public. The wizards named him the Dark Lord."

   "Are you kidding me?"

   "I hope so." Anthony stared at Mills. "You have been to New York."

"Yes it is."

  "In 1926, something strange happened in New York. The son of newspaper tycoon Henry Shaw ran for the Senate, but an accident occurred at a fundraising dinner. The stage collapsed and Henry Shaw died on the spot."

   "This is a sad accident." Mills pretended to be sympathetic.

   "No, it was not an accident. He died of murder. Do you believe that there is magic in this world? Mr. Mills? Or do you believe that there is a society in this world that is very different from the world we know?"

   "You mean, there is a magical world?"

  Anthony didn't make a sound, as if he had already defaulted.

   "This is so funny." Mills walked around Anthony's table with irritation.

"The youngest Henry Shaw thinks so. There is an organization called Second Salem. They have been looking for evidence of the existence of wizards. On the morning of the fundraising dinner, members of that organization visited their father and son, and later that night. Little Henry Shaw had an accident."

   "You have no evidence!" Mills yelled at Anthony.

  "We also have no evidence that Angela's eyes have become like cats and leopards. Do you remember what the driver said? He saw a cat. We will take this picture and show him."

   "My God!" Mills began to curse.

"Henry Shaw Jr. is the pride of Dad, while Langdon Shaw is regarded as a disappointing existence." Anthony ignored Mills and muttered to himself. "Langdon believes that New York City is filled with strange things. Things, and behind these things are the ghosts of witchcraft. If the newspaper company is handed over to him to inherit it, it will become an influx of street papers."

  "How do you know this!" Mills asked.

   "I found the diary of Assistant Henry Shaw." Anthony raised the diary in Yang's hand.

   "So, do you think we should find someone in Second Salem?"

   "I strongly don't recommend that. They are still hunting wizards."

   "What? This is the 21st century!"

"It has nothing to do with the time we were in. When we were children, our parents told us that wizards were evil, such as the witch queen in Snow White. We really thought that all wizards were evil. List the wizards who rarely do good?"

  Mills is out of words.

"We have many channels to get information. Wizards are evil, but few praise them for their goodness. In the Middle Ages, as long as people were unlucky, they were considered to be related to the curse of the wizard, not to mention the bounty earned by capturing the wizard. There has been a group of "bounty hunters" in American history. Regardless of whether they are criminals or not, as long as they can exchange bounty, these "bounty hunters" will choose to hunt. In addition to catching criminals, there are also catching wizards. These people become More and more corrupt and more brutal. Eventually, they even began to sell wizards, and even captured innocent maji as wizards and sold them to the non-magical members of the community who were easy to be fooled..."

   "What is Mochi?"

"Like you and me, people without magic." Anthony said, "There are loopholes, there are people who take advantage of loopholes, and this often means that tragedies occur. Emotions are gifts given to mankind by the ancestors of human animals, and cruelty is human beings. A gift for ourselves. The reason why we dare not break the law is because we know the consequences of breaking the law, but when the law cannot supervise, it is other things that restrict us, such as hell. We dare not dare to go to **** after we die. Do evil as we want. When we are not afraid of going to hell, we will fall into true madness. Sometimes it is not the monsters hidden in the dark that are scary, but the dark hearts of people. I think you should be very clear about this. ."

   "Have you changed your mind? Still want to continue eating with the chick?"

  Anthony did not answer Mills, he smoked silently.

  "New Salem is a charitable organization." After a long time, Anthony said, "They are ridiculous, but if they succeed..."

  "Human trafficker in the cloak of charity?" Mills opened his mouth in surprise.

   "As I said before, monsters don't necessarily have terrible appearances." Anthony wiped out the unfinished cigarettes. "What are you doing with me today?"

  "Investigate Angela's case." Mills held the yellowed poster in his hand and looked at it again. "But I think you already have your own ideas."

  (End of this chapter)