Chapter 395

According to the information given by Dumbledore.

Walton McNeil worked in the Ministry of magic, specializing in the execution of magical creatures who violated the law, during Harry Potter's third grade.

Outside Hagrid's cabin, Buckbeak, who kicked Malfoy, was responsible for the execution of the winged Eagle headed horse.

Take out the picture from the envelope.

Check it.

Cole hurried back to his private residence and took out the death version of the living point map stored in the real dream equipment library.

A cortical scroll fixed to the yellowing humerus.

The touch and size in your hand are not unexpected. This carefully polished bone is covered with evil carvings and is about 30 cm long.

From the body of some unlucky guy.

Spread out the scroll on the table, a strong smell of decay, as if what Cole opened was not a leather scroll, but a coffin buried for a thousand years.

Carefully figure out the fine pores on the scroll material... It should be taken from the back skin of a young woman.

later.

Thick black smoke flew out of the scroll to build a very ragged dark cloak.

It's like rebirth.

Mixed with harsh, unwilling and soul stirring cries of the dead.

The invisible evil force opens its cloak and forms a humanoid object that cannot be observed by the naked eye, which looks like a Dementor... Or the projection of death.

even to the extent that.

After the projection of the God of death appeared, even the sunlight in the room quickly darkened, as if there were no day at all.

The cold and piercing dark power is wrapped in a low voice that only the soul can perceive.

Suddenly sounded in Cole's mind.

"The soul of a villain in exchange for the answer you want."

Cole looked up and looked directly at the projection of death at the top of the map.

Suddenly.

The terrible shadow of the mourning Candlestick appeared behind him.

The sharp creak of opening the soul drawer is like a file rubbing the soul.

Unable to break free, the iron chain was tied like a dog, wrapped around the soul of a black wizard and pulled out suddenly.

Taking out the picture stuffed in his pocket, Cole said coldly, "tell me where Walton McNeil, the Death Eater, is now."

The voice fell.

Death suddenly stretched out an iron virgin composed of pure dark forces in the projection, greedily swallowing all his existence.

The soul of the black wizard screamed in horror, as if it had been roughly dragged into the deep sea.

Become blurred and distorted.

Finally eliminate the invisible.

Then.

The projection of death dissipated.

A blood spring appears on the surface of the map and flows outward to build a complete European landform, just like the most advanced satellite map.

The blood changes rapidly and reconstructs the picture.

Until it stops at the Leaky Cauldron bar.

A suspicious wizard in a ragged gray coat sat at the bar, drinking and monitoring every passing guest.

Snap——

The picture was only frozen here for a second, and the scrolls were suddenly rolled back together, even the buttons polished by human bones were fastened again.

More like a prank map than Harry's.

If this thing falls into the Harry Potter film universe, it is definitely another black magic prop that will be listed as taboo.

Take out the evil portal.

According to the information given by the living point map, after Cole said the destination, a sense of spatial distortion ended, and he was already standing outside the broken cauldron bar.

It was evening.

The sky is dark, and the cold in late autumn is mixed with the night wind, which is particularly cold.

The Leaky Cauldron bar is located in a very small corner in London. The environment inside is also very dirty and narrow.

But these are for Muggles.

As one of the many entrances to the magic world, the broken cauldron bar is not small, just because people of all walks of life patronize it every day.

Especially at this very moment.

Black wizards, wanted men with hidden identities, death eaters, businessmen engaged in illegal activities

Push open the wooden door.

Mixed in the dim orange light.

The noise and pungent smell of wine came to my face.

However, no one cares who another person enters the bar. The rotten drunkard is full of nonsense and sits staggering in his chair.

The old folks who pay attention to current affairs gathered together and whispered about the mystery man and Harry Potter, as well as the recent events of Hogwarts.

Cole sat in a chair next to Walton McNeil, knocked on the bar and said coldly, "a glass of whisky."

There are strangers sitting next to me.

The Death Eater, who had a ghost in his heart, picked up the glass and drank it up. He frowned and said in a bad tone, "someone is sitting in this place. Go away."

The bartender pushed the whisky in front of cole, thinking there was a good play.

However.

After he saw the guest's face.

The smile suddenly disappeared.

As if he had suffered some kind of shock, he suddenly stepped back two steps and hit the wine rack, making a loud noise.

"Ke... Ke... Cole walker?! damn it, aren't you retired?!"

Because of the noise and the bartender's unusual behavior, Ben stopped his own business and turned his eyes to the other guests at the bar. After hearing the bartender's frightened cry.

For a moment.

Three or four evil wizards suddenly got up as if they were out of control.

But I think it's stupid to do so.

Sit down again.

Maybe fear.

Maybe it's true. There's a big ghost in my heart.

Walton never looked at Cole from beginning to end, but when he put down his glass, his trembling right hand showed that his mood was not as calm as he showed.

When the atmosphere in the bar once fell into a bloody silence.

Another guest.

Suddenly he opened the door and came in.

The moment he walked into the bar, Walton, who had been pretending to be deep, could no longer bear the great oppression of the Death Eater Hunter sitting next to him.

Take out the wand, face the door and yell, "run!"

Even without waiting for cole to see who the person was, after being warned, he immediately launched a phantom shift, and his body was swallowed by a twisted magic singularity and disappeared in place.

Two other black wizards sitting in the distance disappeared into their seats after the warning.

Walton's wand was aimed at Cole, and the loud spell suddenly sounded, "reduce to pieces!"

The willpower of the evil soul of the Death Eater.

Interfere with reality.

Build a light group containing violent power, and hit Cole madly at a distance that is very close and can't be avoided!

however.

He seemed to know that it was impossible to kill the notorious Death Eater hunter at this level. His frightened brain only had time to imagine a place he used to go, and there was no time for superfluous thinking, launching a phantom shift and disappearing in place.

That 'run' after the bar blew up.

Everything happened too fast.

Even blinking your eyelids.

The other wizards sat in their respective positions, looking shocked and frightened, looking at the back of the intact man sitting at the bar.

Until the empty glass in the hand of a Death Eater hunter was placed on the bar.

There was a heavy crash.