Chapter 93

Black leather boots made a dull sound when they stepped on the dirty bluestone tiles.

Bode took a hard breath of the wet and muddy air at night, then threw the burning cigarette end on the ground and rolled it hard.

As if it was not a cigarette butts, but the black wizard he was about to face

"Bode, you're too nervous."

Crocker seemed to see something different about his companion and smiled easily.

Although his heart is not necessarily better than winning, at least he can maintain the bearing of the elite Auror of the "Department of mystery affairs".

"You don't understand, Crocker, you don't understand."

Won a deep voice and a serious face.

Black wizard, he's never afraid.

I don't know how many black wizards were personally executed by his hands.

But

What about the man behind the black wizard?

After hearing this, Crocker, who wanted to ease his companions' tension, stopped talking.

Soren.

That demonic name is still a nightmare for the "Department of mystery", and even the whole Ministry of magic!

"This time... We will win..."

After a long silence, Crocker squeezed a few words from his teeth and rubbed his wand intentionally or unintentionally.

They will win this time.

Will win!

Because this is a battle that can't afford to lose.

If the Ministry of magic and a group of famous masters can't win. Then no one in the world will be Soren's opponent

"Hey, what are you two waiting for? Secretary Connelly ordered us to act immediately."

Just as bode and Crocker were speechless, felina, wearing gold wire glasses, hurried here. Behind her were dozens of heavily armed elite Aurors - they were the advance team.

"Yes."

Bode and Crocker nodded and silently integrated into the team of "mystery Department".

But what they didn't expect was that before they could borrow the "door key", an old man suddenly walked out of the darkness and came to their team.

"Mr. Dumbledore?"

Seeing the visitor's face in the dim moonlight made him blink and look very surprised.

Auror of other "magic affairs department" is also a little confused.

Reasonably speaking, shouldn't people like Dumbledore, together with those masters, be used as the "killer mace" against Sauron?

"Hehe, I have agreed with those old friends that I will act with you this time."

Dumbledore smiled and didn't say much. He directly showed his strange wand.

"This..."

Looking at the old man's face, the Aurors of the "secret affairs department" were slightly stunned, and a trace of emotion rose in their hearts.

What is magnanimity? What is Fenggu?

Compared with Mr. Dumbledore who took the initiative to fight on the front line, Secretary Connelly, who was nominally in command of the Ministry of magic, was actually in the safe house.

People have to die than people, and goods have to be thrown away. Why are they the Minister of magic, not the respected albus What about Mr. Dumbledore?

Oh, what a pity~

"Guys, don't be afraid. We have Mr. Dumbledore."

Strong companions can always bring a lot of sense of security. The Aurors of the "mystery Department" who were afraid of facing Soren immediately shocked their spirit, as if they were full of strength all over their body.

Dumbledore said nothing but smiled and nodded.

Starting again, the party transferred to the "overturned lane" through the long prepared "door key".

But to the surprise of those "secret affairs department" Aurors, the once dirty and dilapidated "overturned lane" seems to have changed.

Clean as new and brightly lit.

This

Is this still the black street inhabited by those "sewer mice"?

"I live far worse than here."

Sweeping through the tall buildings and spacious streets, an Auror couldn't help muttering, his tone was a little sour.

He didn't come before "overturning the lane". He knew exactly what it was like.

Gee, those black wizards have really found a backer.

"Forget all this and don't forget our work."

It has nothing to do with them what the "overturned alley" becomes. The mission of their "secret affairs department" this time is to determine Soren's specific location and keep an eye on each other to prevent each other from escaping.

As long as the chief villain is killed, the other small fish and shrimp are not worth mentioning.

"Yes."

After hearing this, the Aurors of the "secret affairs department" nodded one after another and quietly stepped into the street.

But just then, an accident happened

"Guests, are you the first guests to our" Paradise Street "

"Welcome, new guests. Our products are the best."

"Guest, don't listen to him. Our goods are the best. If you don't believe it, look."

"New store opening, value-added discount!"

Just like sharks smelling blood, Dumbledore and Aurors had not gone far. Several shops near the street rushed out three or four smiling clerks, showing their own goods like flattery.

Dumbledore was stunned, and the Aurors of the "mystery Department" were also stunned.

What is this?

"Damn it."

Although there were only three or four people on the other side, the Aurors of the "mystery Department" had the illusion of being surrounded by the other side.

Some impatient auroras were about to show their wands, but their companions stopped them.

The situation is unclear. It's not the best time to start.

"That..."

As one of the temporary commanders of the operation, felina felt she should say something.

But before she said anything, a shop assistant ran up to her in a whiz, juggling out a small bottle of perfume that looked very exquisite from her pocket.

"Beautiful lady, please don't talk, come and feel the latest perfume of our shop.

It smells good. The fragrance of jasmine and Calendula is enough to last more than a month!

Oh, please don't talk about boring magic spells. How can "fragrance curse" compare with our unique formula.

Swear to God, this is what every woman needs! "

Wizards are always reserved.

Even if the performance is generous, there will always be an invisible "degree" to restrict each other's behavior.

But what about these clerks?

No discipline, no bottom line!

Except greed and flattery, they can't see anything else in their eyes.

Say something bad

Dumbledore felt that the other party was going to eat himself!

In just five minutes, he was recommended by three kinds of beard maintenance liquid, two kinds of hair discoloration cream and five kinds of "life assistants" for the elderly.

Rao Shi, an old man, traveled far and wide. In his enthusiasm like a raging wave, he still lost the battle and completely gave up thinking.

It doesn't mean that the black wizards are no longer idle and reformed.

Now, how can it be more terrible than before?