Chapter 1003

Another day passed quietly in people's busy life.

With the sky getting dark again and again, Muggles and wizards who have worked hard for a day have mostly left their workplace, or went to the bar to have a drink to eliminate the fatigue of the whole day, or returned home to enjoy the warmth of family affection with their wives and children.

But, of course, there are always some people who don't get busy until night falls.

For example, the security guards on the night shift, the make-up teachers in the night school, and the Aurors who are still bringing the problematic Muggles back to the Ministry of magic in batches

For example, for the public, the ancient black wizard who disappeared again, our Mr. halbo.

It was just nightfall in a small street park in a small town in the east suburb of London.

During the day, the park is actually very popular with children nearby - there are many facilities for children to play, such as slides and seesaws, as well as green trees and lawns that sprout with the warmer weather.

But once at night, these things that look energetic during the day will somehow be covered with a layer of shadow by the night.

Occasionally someone passes by the park, most of them will be accelerated by the strange darkness and silence, and they want to run over in the blink of an eye.

On this moonless night, in this small park where few people will come at night, a dark shadow appears in the open space in the middle.

rustle.

Vaguely, a slight friction sound sounded from the ground... The air in the park was agitated.

And it was at this moment that the figure suddenly looked up at the sky. Although it was a cloudy day tonight, no matter how he looked, it would only be dark, but the man seemed to be able to see everything and threw his eyes into the air.

The slight rustle continued, coming from his feet. Not only that, the ground under him even shook slightly unconsciously.

A few seconds later, it was about the scheduled time, but the figure suddenly raised his right foot, maintained the posture of looking up and suddenly stepped down!

"Bang."

I didn't exert much force, but it was just the degree of stomping by ordinary people. But somehow, in the second when his foot fell steadily, the ground on which he stood arched up.

In an instant, there was a slightly raised round stone plate - it was like growing directly from the ground, natural and wonderful.

However, after completing such a stone platform, the man did not move again.

Three minutes... Five minutes... Ten minutes. If someone is watching, they may have to wait impatiently, but the figure on the stone platform in the open space is still standing still.

After waiting for nearly twenty minutes, the man finally felt something, and suddenly waved his right hand to the stone platform under his feet.

"Chi -"

A short scratch sound suddenly sounded, and there was a short mark on the edge of the stone platform.

This wheezing sound was like a signal before the storm. In the next few tens of seconds, we saw that the man quickly waved with one hand, and the scratches, short or long, straight or curved, increased rapidly on the surface of the stone platform.

When the figure changed from dynamic to static again, there was already an exquisite and mysterious ancient array on the whole round stone plate.

After finishing all these, the figure looked away from the sky and looked down at the magic array he had carved.

Not long after, he stamped his foot again, and the land surged silently, gradually swallowing the round stone plate to the bottom of the earth.

Soon, it changed back to its original appearance. The ground was even more flat. I couldn't see the strange situation that had just happened.

"Young man, if you don't find out the situation quickly, it will be too late."

After saying this to the direction of downtown London, the figure suddenly flashed and disappeared with extremely weak spatial fluctuations.

……

At about the same time, in the western suburb, a whole distance from where halebo left, another figure was walking silently in a street.

Not often, a gust of night wind swept by, making the man wrap his wide windbreaker slightly like other Muggles in the street.

Even if spring approaches, the night is still a little cold.

Obviously, this is the mysterious wizard who spied on Tonks during the day, and it is also the "false prophet" that has repeatedly attracted Maka's attention.

As he said earlier, those murders may indeed have been committed by Haier Bo, but the disappearances closely related to that bizarre murder seem to have been committed by this person.

As for the specific reason for doing that

Anyway, it's like giving a hint to the Ministry of magic... No, it should be a deliberate hint to Maka. No matter why this person doesn't tell Maka directly instead of giving guidance in circles, this is a help to Maka.

Now that Marka has found the anomaly in the Muggle murder, there is no need to waste time and effort to make the disappearance.

"Cough, it should be near here. I remember -"

It is still a slightly difficult cough and a slightly hoarse thin voice. The figure moving slowly along the street suddenly stopped. His eyes wandered between the surrounding buildings, obviously looking for something.

But after a moment, the line of sight turned to the block further ahead.

The night is getting deeper and deeper. The light of the street lamp can not drive away the darkness too far away, so that the place within the reach of both eyes is boundless.

In this night, the Muggles in a hurry can't help but speed up their pace again and rush to their respective destinations. Only that figure is walking and stopping, and there is a little more out of place in the invisible.

I don't know how long I've been wandering in this neighborhood.

In short, walking, the night is getting deeper and deeper, and the people in the street are finally gone. Probably at that time, the figure wrapped in a windbreaker stopped for the first time.

This time, it seems that we have finally found our goal.

It was a three story single family house with a small garden near the street.

Just stand on the street and look inside over the black fence, the leafy trees and well manicured bushes will come into view. Even in the dark, you can still see the careful care of the owner of the home for the garden vestibule.

Unfortunately, the guest who visited tonight did not come to enjoy the gardening scenery.

"Black iron fence, dense trees, three-story house, cough... It should be here."

After a little confirmation, I saw the windbreaker wizard open the fence door.

Although there was a clean slate road in the vestibule, the uninvited guest turned a blind eye and stepped on the lawn to the flower bed.

Then he took out his wand and pointed to the flower bed full of buds and buds. With a surge, a large number of flowers and seedlings and soil were ruthlessly turned aside.

Before long, the original good garden became a big pit, but the initiator seemed not satisfied, and the bottom soil was still being turned over.

About ten minutes later, a series of coughs and wheezes stopped the delivery of magic. Until this moment, nothing was found at the bottom of the pit except soil and gravel.

When the cough subsided gradually, the figure grabbed the skirt of his chest, gasped and waved his wand again.

This time, the opened soil was filled back again, but the flowers and seedlings did not recover as before. A flower bed that used to be vibrant is now only bare flat land.

"Hoo... Cough..."

Take back the wand quietly, and the eyes under the brim silently pass over the soil of the flower bed. After sipping his mouth and shaking his head, the figure turned again and walked back to the street along the path when he came.

Apart from the coughing sound, there was not much noise in the behavior just now. Naturally, it was not dangerous to be found. However, finding nothing means that the busy work is in vain.

"Cough... Do you remember wrong?"

After looking at the garden for a few more seconds, the figure standing under the street lamp looked back and looked forward again.

There is no doubt that this is just a small corner around such a big London. Just as no one noticed the appearance of halbo in the eastern suburb, the whereabouts of the mysterious wizard had not been seen by anyone.

When the night dew was deep, the distant back showed a touch of meaningful loneliness.

……

An absolute enemy is busy, and another person who does not know whether he is an enemy or a friend is also busy. If so, how could Maka be idle?

In the underground potion preparation room of black's old house, the blue brilliance has replaced the darkness and filled the whole room.

In the blue magic radiance, the floating magic words gently rotated and surrounded a mass of shrinking and expanding gray black material in the middle.

Maka stood still, leaning on a staff in her left hand, and recording some important information he had observed in a suspended notebook in her right hand.

After this period of research, he can be sure that this special material is also the product of soul rules... Well, more precisely, it is the product born from the soul through the role of rules.

It is because of this that it can be almost perfectly hidden in the human soul, so that Maka has to spend some time to find it.

So what is the purpose of Haier Bo's painstaking stay?

Maybe he has more than one purpose, but Maka knows that one of them is probably to kill. Kill the people around you with the hand of Muggle, and then... I'm afraid it's to seize the soul.

But what else?