Chapter 1211

"... when you go out, I'll lead those guys away, and then you can pick up the kid Remus. All right, don't think about it, that's it!"

In the Leaky Cauldron bar, aberforth put his hand on the door frame, even when he looked like he could start action at any time.

Kingsley could only nod when he saw this.

However, before asking the Aurors to remove the magic barrier, he thought again and finally turned to Sirius:

"You go with aberforth! Your Animagus is agile and suitable for this kind of work. Be careful. Take them back in a small circle. I'll bring lupin as soon as possible."

"Well, no problem," Sirius readily agreed, even casually, "do you want me to go out and explore the surrounding situation later?"

"No, no!" Kingsley hurriedly said, "Marca recommended me a very suitable person for investigation. Before coming here, I asked her to monitor the nearby area with the broken cauldron bar as the center. To be honest, her Animagus form is much more hidden than most people!"

"Oh?"

Sirius asked Auror and the batter a little curiously as they began to line up for preparation:

"What is it?"

"It's a beetle!" Kingsley shrugged, then turned his head and said, "when aberforth and Sirius go to lead away most of the black wizards, you'll rush out with me - remember to keep in formation at any time and don't love war. The rest will stay here until we come back!"

Speaking of this, he motioned to the team members supporting the magic barrier, and then continued:

"When I count three, you will lift -"

"Wait!"

Before Kingsley had finished, aberforth suddenly reached out and pressed him.

"Look outside, there are new changes!"

When Kingsley heard the speech, he immediately closed his voice and looked back at the door of the bar.

It can be seen that there are still many black wizards with muddy eyes wandering outside, and because the blue flame of the fierce fire bottle at the door has long been extinguished, many even crowded outside the magic barrier to attack here.

But when Kingsley looked out over these people's shoulders, he found that a small part of the wandering black wizards began to evacuate in the same direction for no reason.

It seems that the number of black wizards who retreat without reason should be about 30 or 40. Of course, this does not include the part Kingsley did not see at first.

More importantly, the withdrawal of these people seems to have a purpose.

"The one who headed the group just now left there, and now there are such a group of people going there... Do you think there is any connection between the two evacuations?"

"Maybe?" said Sirius. "But it just makes it easier for us to pick up Remus!"

……

Just as Kingsley and his team were about to go out to meet lupin, a small insect was crawling slowly on a street lamp not far away.

And if you take a closer look... Yes, it's obviously a beetle.

As Kingsley said earlier, the beetle was an investigator recommended by Maka, and her original identity was a columnist for the Daily Prophet.

Needless to say, this is undoubtedly Rita Skeeter, a female journalist who likes to collect events everywhere and then talk nonsense with her shorthand quill.

To be honest, she has never been very likable, especially those who have been interviewed by her and compiled into reports.

However, excluding her annoying tendency to do anything for gimmicks, I have to say that her Animagus form is really very practical. In addition, she has always been cautious in her actions. It's really good to be an investigator as long as she intimidates and lures her.

However, Ms. Skeeter, who has become a beetle, is actually very happy now.

Because from the day she worked for Kingsley, the other party had tacitly accepted her illegal Animagus identity. From now on, as long as she doesn't go too far, even if she inadvertently reveals that she is an unregistered Animagus one day, she won't have to worry about being prosecuted and punished.

Not to mention, this time she is still carrying out investigation missions as a war reporter of the Ministry of magic. Like the London disaster, she is the only reporter in the world who can report in detail.

As a journalist and writer, what could be more wonderful than being eligible for an exclusive report?

However, every inch of the air in the fog was filled with the smell of danger. If she hadn't had such a small and hidden Animagus form, she thought she would probably refuse the job.

"Oh, actually, so far, I feel quite relaxed."

After lying on the old street lamp for a while and staring at the black wizards below, she took off again and flew to the other end of the street with an extremely small hum.

She wants to follow those guys who almost turn around and evacuate at the same time, because her keen sense of smell as a reporter has told her that she will be able to see some new discoveries that no one knows in the past.

All the way forward, the black wizards who kept moving below didn't notice her existence. Even if she flew a little lower inadvertently, these guys didn't respond.

Needless to say, this meal made her more at ease.

However, due to the fog all around, it is easy for people to blur the passage of time. I don't know how long it took, Skeeter was a little tired. Then he found that a figure suddenly came out at the intersection in front of him, coming face-to-face here step by step.

When she got closer, she suddenly saw that the man was no different from an ordinary wizard. But the eyes were a strange color as dark as ink.

So it seemed that the two eyes seemed to have no eyes. They looked quite scary.

As soon as Skeeter saw it, he couldn't help shaking. He hurriedly left a little farther away and quietly fell on the leaves of a tree by the side of the road.

"That's enough. They can hear and see everything they say and do... That's enough."

Skeeter whispered to herself. It was obvious that she was beginning to be a little worried.

But fortunately, the male wizard who looked a little strange didn't seem to notice the existence of her little beetle. He didn't look at her from a dozen to now.

This did not prohibit her from taking a small breath of relief first.

Then, she saw that the other party suddenly stopped in the middle of the street and looked at the dozens of people gathered without expression.

"Sin..." his astringent words suddenly echoed in the street, "plotting to take life... Is sin and contribute your sin."

Before the words fell, he didn't even move. He saw that the faces of all the disciples with muddy eyes and dull expression suddenly became ferocious.

These people seemed to feel some kind of severe pain. They all tried their best to grasp their chest and neck, even if they scratched scarlet blood marks on their neck.

But at the same time, looking at their gray, black and chaotic eyes, they suddenly became clear. It's just that the wisps of blood covered with eyeballs can't be called back to normal.

Then, several of them suddenly seemed as if they couldn't hold on any longer. At that time, their will collapsed and fell on the street. One by one, they all lost their voice, their angry eyes were wide open, and their pupils had a tendency to spread.

One day there were two. Gradually, the dozens of people almost fell to the ground one by one, and soon all fell to the ground.

At this time, the wizard who looked coldly at all this took a deep breath. Looking at him like that, it's like sucking something that ordinary people can't see into their own body.

After a few seconds, he calmly stopped breathing, walked around the area lying on the ground like nothing, and went on without saying a word.

Skeeter in the tree looked at the "corpse" in front of him and suddenly began to regret - what was the situation just now? Is it a little evil?

Suddenly, she felt like an ordinary Muggle watching a wizard perform magic. Obviously, the other party didn't do anything, but things happened out of thin air!

"No, I can't go on. I'm going back! No, not back... It's leaving London, leaving this terrible place!"

Just thinking of this, Skeeter, lying on the leaves, suddenly turned his head, but was stunned to find that the strange wizard she thought had left was lying under the tree with his neck tilted up and looked at himself with his black and shiny eyes.

"Ah!"

Skeeter burst out a scream mixed with fear and panic. She opened her wings and was about to fly up. But at the same time, the man under the tree said coldly:

"Greed, distortion, jealousy... Great sin... Contribute your sin."

This time, Skeeter finally found that he could at least see what the other party was doing - a viscous black substance suddenly appeared on the man. With his hand raised and waved, the unknown black substance immediately separated a drop and hit the beetle that had just flown into the air with great accuracy and speed.

Just for a moment, that drop of mysterious material returned to him and integrated into it. The beetle Skeeter had become fell to the ground silently, still kept the action of spreading his wings, and there was no movement anymore.

The man took another breath, then turned his head silently and left.

And I don't know when those "believers" who were lying on the ground have now got up numbly from the ground and followed him silently.