Chapter 769

"I think... That's a sign that they lost their lives in an instant..."

In the misty rain curtain, ASA looked down at the two names on the parchment. After a while, he shook the rain on the paper, folded it hastily and stuffed it back into the pocket inside the coat.

"That's good," millian blinked and said calmly, "at least there should be no pain."

"Yes!" ASA shook his head, "but that means we must hurry up... I hope the young assistant minister of magic will come home on time after receiving the letter."

"No problem with time," millian nodded. "Trust me, he'll come back... Besides, he's just the third assistant. This position will be very busy, but it's often unimportant, isn't it?"

"Compared with these, I'd rather believe that he will care more about the safety of his uncle." ASA sighed, "because in this way, the effect of soul snatching curse can be better."

"I never expect every one of my spell subjects to be soft eggs with good heart," Miriam said. "So I keep practicing - aren't you the same?"

Hearing the speech, ASA had to raise his hand and shake it noncommittally, indicating that the topic could not continue.

So they continued along the road in the rain, and after turning a corner, they came to the intersection on the other side of the park.

"According to Smith's memory, his sister's house should be at the end of the garden." Miriam pointed to the private garden across the intersection. "When we see the sunflowers, say 'die! Richard!' and we can see the door of their house."

"Why 'Richard'?" ASA frowned.

"They think that Richard is a disgrace in pure blood," Milian said casually. "It's an old wizard disguised as a retired railway worker - he planted a 26 foot tall sunflower and put it in Muggle newspapers with a smile."

"Oh, that's interesting." ASA sarcastically said, "what are you waiting for? Let's go!"

After that, ASA and Milian crossed the busy road together. The former secretly took out his wand, lit the lock of the garden iron fence door, and then pushed the door open and went in.

This is a private garden full of green. The more they go inside, the more tall and dense the plants around them. Fortunately, there was not much space here. After a few turns, they saw a sunflower growing on one side of the flagstone road.

"I hope Mr. Smith's sister hasn't changed her password," ASA said, reaching out and motioning, "how about you or me?"

"I don't miss such stupid lines," Miriam looked at ASA and tilted her head. "By the way, I don't think they will change the password here, because it's usually enough to go home."

"I don't miss it either, but... Oh, okay!" ASA turned his head and stared at the ordinary looking sunflower. "Go to hell! Richard!"

"Well, I'll die now, dear sir."

After the sunflower suddenly gave birth to a mouth and answered, it immediately withered down, and the plant that had stood in front of them immediately separated a big door hole.

In fact, you can see through the door hole from here - opposite the passage, a medium-sized residence that looks quite chic is quietly located on a green grass, and a flat road leads to the gate of the residence.

"Hurry up... I dare say that McClane may appear in front of us at any time!"

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"Well, I know how the first guy died!"

On the top floor of the small building in London, Maka left two semi petrified statues aside. His expression at this time was somewhat complicated.

Judging from the examination and comparison of Maka just now, the cause of death of both men was a great concussion to their brains.

Although it can't be seen from the outside, Maka knows - in the seemingly intact skull, the brain seems to have been stirred by an egg beater several times. They can't be called "brains" anymore.

At first, when he was in Canterbury, the first guy who "died bravely" also died. At that time, Maka thought he had launched some kind of suicide spell in time.

But now

"Is it any magic set in advance?" Marca thought to herself. "No, I didn't sense any special fluctuation at first... Maybe it's the oath curse of the carrier somewhere else?"

While makawu was thinking for a moment, Ms. St. Guina and her "grandson" who had just come up downstairs stood not far away with a puzzled face and looked at this side silently.

Before long, the vampire boy probably couldn't help his inner curiosity and finally asked.

"... first? What do you mean?"

"Oh, no, nothing." Maka suddenly looked up. "By the way, do you have anything else to do when you come up?"

"My grandmother wanted to tell you --" "no!"

The vampire boy just wanted to say something, but St. Guina covered his mouth and forcibly pushed him out of the door.

"We just wanted to tell you that you are welcome to come back to the association office next time - that's what Mr. Deiss said." at the door, she hurried, "well, see you later!"

"OK."

Maka nodded at the door. Then she turned and looked at the sofa not far away. The unlucky Smith was sitting there staring at the two semi petrified kidnappers in a daze!

To be honest, judging from the overall situation so far, he is indeed an important person. But since Marca has already looked through each other's memory, at present, he seems to have no need to stay.

Of course, in addition to Maka's need to ask him a few words.

"Hello, Mr. Smith," said Marka, who went near each other and sat down casually in an armchair. "I'm Marka McLean, a professor at Hogwarts."

"Er... Hmm?" Smith was stunned, and suddenly turned his eyes to Marca's face. "Marca McLean? Really? Oh... My little son has always regarded you as an idol!"

"I'm honored," said Marca, turning down her hood and smiling softly. "But now, let's solve the problem at hand! Can I ask you a few questions?"

Because of the suspected Hebrew dialogue, it can be said that the most critical memory of Maka is still half understood.

He guessed from the limited words that the other party might go to Azkaban, but... This was originally what he expected, which obviously didn't mean much to him now.

Before the other party goes to Azkaban, the Ministry of magic becomes a threshold they must try to cross - that's the point!

"As far as I know, you have a sister who works as a broom registrar in the magic transportation department, and your brother-in-law is the head of the door key office?"

Smith's consciousness was still a little confused when he was just relieved of fossilization, so Maka's use of mindfulness didn't impress him very much.

Therefore, when he heard that Maka knew so much about his family, he was surprised.

"Ah, yes!" Mr. Smith nodded repeatedly. "She married a good family and lived a good life! Did Mr. scrimger mention them to you?"

"Yes, once I mentioned..." Maka perfunctorily asked again, "do you know which Auror your brother-in-law's family is closer to?"

As far as Maka knows, only auro and the Minister of Magic have access to the gate leading to Azkaban. In addition, even the heads of other departments of the Ministry of magic could never secretly obtain permission to visit Azkaban.

However, according to Maka's previous memory, Smith didn't seem to know the answer he wanted. By asking, he was just making sure that he had not missed anything.

Yes, in Mr. Smith's memory, there seems to be no trace of his nephew as assistant secretary of the Ministry of magic.

"Auror?" Smith thought carefully, and finally shook his head. "Sorry, I'm not sure... But I don't think they will have too much intersection with Auror's office."

"All right!" makaton paused, then nodded slightly. "Please wait here for a moment, and someone will soon send you to the Ministry of magic for protection - don't worry, I'll find out about this' kidnapping case '."

After saying this, he immediately stood up, and then his whole body began to become transparent.

"Oh! Wait... Before Auror came here..."

Before Mr. Smith finished, Marca disappeared directly in front of him. He was stunned and his tone soon dropped.

"... just leave me here?" Smith said his last sentence with a stiff face.

But before he put his voice on the ground, the window on one side of the room opened automatically. The rain and fog outside were mixed in the wind and poured into the small living room.

"Don't worry! I've left something for you. You'll wait for Auror safely."

Marca's voice rang by the window. Then Smith saw that the window was tightly closed again. It seems that Maka didn't really leave until this time.

At the moment, in the rain outside the window, Maka with phantom body spell is stepping on the magic book and flying straight in a certain direction. The destination seems to be the southern suburb of London.

"Take a look over there first. If you don't find anything, go directly to the Ministry of magic!"

The rain in London is always so thin and dense.