Chapter 524

The heavy snow since Christmas has quietly gone away. The recent sunshine is always warm and pleasant. When you walk in the sun, you can feel the warmth given by nature.

Of course, you can't open the door to bask in the sun. After all, the snow hasn't melted, and the temperature below the freezing point still envelops the earth, maintaining the cold that should belong to this season.

Steve key is a small town near the southeast coast of England. The town is not too big, and because it is not far from several large ports, the construction here seems a little insignificant.

The snow is still covered here. At a glance, it is white, but it gives a wonderful sense of unity to the disorderly town.

In the shanty town on the back of the town, there are several unknown people who have fled to the town these days.

"Yaxley, I think we'd better leave the British magic world! If it goes on like this, we may not be able to keep it -"

"Shut up! Do you remember what I said? After you come out, no one can mention it again! Rot it in your stomach, okay? Or... Do you want me to waste my precious magic to mend your amnesia spell?"

In the shanty town, under a simple iron shed, two men were living here, lowering their voices and talking to each other. Their bodies were almost tall, their clothes were almost broken, and their faces showed infinite fatigue because of their continuous running.

But their two looks are different. The man called "Yaxley" has a fierce face and strong arms and legs. He is not easy to provoke at first sight. The other was thinner, with a somewhat obscene appearance, which didn't match his good height.

"Murseb, it's your turn today. Go to those stupid Muggles and get something to eat." Yaxley waved his hand and said to the tall thin man.

"No problem," the guy named mulseb promised, with a strange excitement on his face.

"Look at your face, I know what you want to do -" Yaxley frowned and said fiercely, "remember what we're going to do now. Don't make any noise for me!"

"OK, I know..." mursaiber said with a smile, "you can't trust my temper and my ability? Don't worry, yak..."

"Don't get close to me, think clearly before you do anything! Do I have to believe in your ability? If I really believe in your ability, we won't be chased by those damn Aurors like smelling with a huge treasure!"

"Hey! We have a 'pocket' that can hold things, but what's in it is not a baby..." murseb smiled casually, left the scaffold and walked away on the snow.

Hearing what he said, Yaxley subconsciously turned back and glanced into the shed behind him. In the shadow of the interior of the shed, a plain leather suitcase lay against the wall, looking nothing suspicious.

When he turned around again, he looked around outside the shed and found that there was no figure, so he turned back and walked inside.

"Click - click -"

With the sound of two crisp metal impacts, the buckle of the suitcase was gently pushed away by his thumb, and then he put down the suitcase and opened it quickly.

After opening it, Yaxley looked inside, then stood up directly, raised his legs and stepped into the suitcase. First one foot, then the other. When half of his body got into the box, under the lifting of his hands supporting the ground, the whole person disappeared into the suitcase like a bottomless hole.

The next moment, an arm suddenly stretched out of the box. With a tap on the edge of the box, I saw that the suitcase seemed to be a cat stepping on its tail. Suddenly it bounced up and closed again.

The shed was full of sundries, and the old suitcase lay in it quietly without any sense of conflict. If you don't look carefully, even the suitcase itself won't be noticed.

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"... Muggles in this place are poorer than each other, but Yaxley wants to drill in this place! I knew I would prepare some food first..."

Morcerber wandered through the chaotic shanty town, glancing around, but he was not looking for a target - he was just passing the time.

Even if he wants to do it, he won't choose the place near where they hide, which is not conducive to hiding their whereabouts. Those Aurors are well-trained. Maybe they are worse than their black wizards in actual combat, but they all have a keen sense of smell like dogs in the search task.

Moreover, the phantom shape shifting spell is not omnipotent. Emergency escape is very effective, but it is not suitable for time-consuming and protracted long-distance pursuit. If one is unlucky to be detected by Auror's tools, it is very likely to infer the general location of the hiding.

Of course, if the phantom is developed directly abroad, there will not be so many things.

"... when are you going to wander around England?" murcerber murmured.

Yes, he proposed to flee to other countries from the beginning. He believed that as long as it was not within the reach of the British Ministry of magic, he would be able to escape the pursuit of Aurors.

In fact, his idea is right. If Auror of the British Ministry of magic wants to pursue abroad, he must get a series of permits, which will take a lot of time. When they get the relevant approval, it will be too late by means of morcerber and Yaxley.

However, this idea does not apply this time.

Yaxley's judgment is right, because the big event of Voldemort and greenward both buried in Hogwarts has been settled, and the ministries of magic in most other countries are no longer worried about causing unnecessary trouble. If the Death Eaters fled to other countries, the Ministry of magic of those countries would be happy to do it.

Or, in fact, other countries are particularly willing to catch a few death eaters, which will give them an advantageous bridge for dialogue with the British Ministry of magic.

Yaxley had a lot of political mind and was more or less clear about the interest disputes between these countries, so he was sure that his group would never run out of Britain. At present, the situation of the British Ministry of magic is not stable, which will be one of the breakthrough points for them to achieve their ultimate goal.

Before long, mulseber, who wanted to walk and muttered while walking, walked all the way south. After passing through the snow covered fields, he soon came to the main area of Steve's town.

The buildings here are much stronger than the shantytowns in the north. The main body of the house is made of brightly colored red bricks, and a large number of neat pebbles are embedded on the outer wall. It looks bright, fresh and tidy against the snow.

The population of this small town is not large. Relatively speaking, the place is much larger. Almost every family has a spacious yard. Most of the ground in the yard has been shoveled with snow, and the fine stones make them look very pleasing to the eye.

Occasionally, the old people of several families are leisurely basking in the sun in the yard, and the newspapers in their hands are splashed by those old men, which is a good scene in the town of rural leisure.

Moore Seber walked on the street like this. His broken wizard robe was more or less eye-catching. When he passed by several families, the old men and women threw curious and strange eyes at him.

He didn't have the opportunity to change into less conspicuous clothes. After all, it was easy for the black wizard to get a few Muggle clothes. But how can fanatical pure bloodists like them be willing to wear Muggle clothes? He would rather have his wizard robe naked than wear Muggle clothes.

At this time, whenever someone notices Moore Seber, Moore Seber will also turn his head and look at each other. He was looking for a suitable family to go in and "pick up" something later.

No, exactly, waiting for those stupid Muggles to be delivered to him by themselves.

"... well, the house is barely passable, and there should be some entrances." murseb looked at a relatively exquisite house and compared it with the minimum standard in his heart.

He and Yaxley were born in a noble pure blood wizard family. Even in the period of escape, they were absolutely unwilling to treat their "noble" stomach bag badly.

As his sleeve shook, the wand slid down his sleeve to the palm of his hand, followed by several spells. Muggles who had seen him before were cursed with amnesia, and the middle-aged woman at the door of the house in front of him was directly sent a soul snatching curse as his gift.

"Help me prepare lunch."

Murseb said casually, kept walking, so grandly pushed open the half closed door and went in. Look at his leisurely momentum, as if he were the master here.

A smile from her heart flashed on the face of the woman who had been cursed with the soul, as if she had fallen into some boundless sense of happiness. After answering again, she followed him back to the house.

This is the frightening soul snatching mantra, one of the three unforgivable mantras, and it is also the most invincible black magic. The person who gets the curse will obey the caster, and if the power reaches a certain level, even the smile on his face will sink into the bottom of his heart, so that people can't detect any trace.

This murseb is the black wizard who has the most profound research on the soul snatching curse among the death eaters. The staff of the Ministry of Magic who robbed the prison this time has always been controlled by him.

The next second, the doors of the house closed silently, and the yard was calm again. Under the sun, it seemed that nothing had happened.