Chapter 523: Small town 1 隅

The heavy snow has begun quietly since Christmas. The recent sunshine is always gentle and pleasant. After walking in the sun, you can feel the warmth that nature gives.
Of course, you can't open the door and go to the sun. After all, the snow has not gone, and the temperature below the freezing point still covers the ground, maintaining the coldness that should have belonged to this season.
Stifki, is a small town off the coast of southeast England. This town is not too big, and because it is not far from several large ports, the construction here is a bit insignificant.
The snow is still covered here in large areas, and a glance at it is a white one, but it has given this town, which has been built in disorder, a wonderful sense of unity.
In the shantytown on the back of this town, a few unknown people have suddenly flowed in these days.
"Yaxley, I think we still leave the British magic world! If we continue this way, it may not be possible for us to keep it--"
"Shut up! Remember what I said? After coming out, no one is allowed to mention that again! Put it in your stomach, understand? Or say ... you want me to waste your precious magic to make up for you Amnesia? "
Under a humble metal scaffold in the shantytown, two men were living there, suppressing their voices to talk to each other. Their bodies are almost tall, their clothes are almost torn, and their expressions are endlessly exhausted because of continuous running.
Only the looks of the two of them were different. The man with the face called "Yaxley" had a ferocious face, and his arms and legs were quite stout. The other one is a bit leaner, with a somewhat insignificant appearance, which looks very different from his good height.
"Mursebour, it's your turn today, you go back to those stupid Muggles and get some food back." Yaxley waved and said to the tall man.
"No problem." The guy named Mursebe agreed, a strange flash of excitement flashed on his face.
"Look at your face and I know what you want to do--" Yaxley frowned, and said fiercely, "Remember what we are going to do now, don't make any noise for me!"
"Okay, I have something in my mind ..." Mursebee grinned. "You can't believe my temper, can't you trust my ability? Rest assured, Jacques ..."
"Don't be close to me, think clearly before doing things! Still I believe in your ability? If we can really believe in your ability, we will not be chased by those Aurors like a giant treasure It's up! "
"Hey! We have a" pocket "that can hold things, but it's not a treasure in it ..." Murseber smiled casually as he left the scaffolding and stepped on the snow hanging on the ground. Go far.
Yaxley listened to him, and turned subconsciously, glancing into the shed behind him. In the shadow of that shed, a bland leather suitcase sat against the wall, looking suspicious.
When he turned around again, the probe looked around the shack and found that there were no figures, and then turned around and walked inside.
"Click-click-"
With the sound of two crisp metal impacts, he gently pushed the suitcase's buckle with his thumb, then he lowered the suitcase and quickly opened it.
After opening it, Yaxley lowered his head and looked inside, and then he stood up directly, stepped into the suitcase with his legs raised. One foot first, and the other foot, when he half of his body got into the box, with the hands that he supported on the ground lifted, the whole person was lost in the hand that looked like a bottomless hole. In the box.
The next moment, an arm suddenly stretched out of the box. With the fingers slamming on the edge of the box, I saw the suitcase as if it was a cat with a tail on it.
The shack was full of sundries, and the old fashioned suitcase was lying quietly inside without any discomfort. If you don't look closely, not even the suitcase itself will be noticed.
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"... Muggles in this place are poorer than one, but Yaxley still wants to drill into such places! I should have prepared some food before I knew ..."
Mursab walked slowly in this cluttered shantytown, glanced east and west, but he wasn't looking for a target to start with—he was just passing the time.
Even if he did, he wouldn't choose where they were hiding, which was not conducive to hiding. The Aurors are well trained, and may be worse than their black wizards in actual combat, but they all have a dog-like sense of smell in search tasks.
In addition, the Phantom Shift spell is not a panacea. Emergency escape is very useful, but it is not suitable for long-distance chasing. If unlucky is detected by Auror's tool, it is likely to be speculated about the general direction of hiding.
Of course, if the phantom is directly manifested abroad, there will not be so much.
"... when do you have to wander around in the UK?" Murseber murmured.
Yes, from the beginning he proposed to flee to other countries. He believes that as long as it is not within the reach of the British Ministry of Magic, it will be possible to escape the group of Aurors.
In fact, his idea is correct. If the Auror of the British Ministry of Magic wants to pursue internationally, it must obtain a series of permits, which will take a lot of time. By the time they got the relevant approvals, by the means of Murseber and Yaxley, everything was too late.
However, this idea did not apply this time.
Yaxley's judgment is correct, because Voldemort and Greenward were buried in Hogwarts, and the Ministry of Magic in most other countries is no longer worried that it will cause unnecessary trouble. If the Death Eaters flow into the territory of other countries, the Ministry of Magic in those countries will certainly be happy to be a good friend.
Or, in fact, other countries are particularly willing to catch a few Death Eaters or something, which will give them a bridge of advantage to talk with the British Ministry of Magic.
Yaxley is very politically savvy, and he is more or less clear about the conflict of interests between these countries, so he is sure that his group must not run out of Britain. The current situation of the British Ministry of Magic is not stable, and this will be one of the breakthrough points for their ultimate goal.
Before long, Murseber, who wanted to walk and mumble while walking, went south all the way, and after passing through the snow-covered fields, he soon came to the main area of ​​Stifki's town.
The building here is much stronger than the shantytown on the north side. The main body of the house is made of bright red bricks. The outer wall is covered with a lot of neat pebbles. It looks a bit bright under the snow. Fresh and tidy.
The population of this small town is not large. Relatively speaking, the place is quite large. Almost every house has a spacious yard. Most of the ground in the courtyard has been shoveled, and the dense pebbles make them look pleasing to the eye.
Occasionally, there are several elderly people in the yard leisurely basking in the sun, and the newspapers in their hands were slammed by the old men, which is a beautiful town in rural leisure.
Murseber was walking on the street like this, and the broken wizard robe was a bit dazzling. When he passed by a few houses, the old ladies and old women gave him curious and weird eyes.
He didn't have the opportunity to change some less prominent clothing, after all, for the black wizard, it was easy to get some Muggle clothes. But how can an avid purebred like them like to wear Muggle clothes? He would rather keep his shaman's robe undressed than to wear Muggle costumes.
At this point, whenever someone noticed Murseybo, Murseybo turned his head and looked at each other. He is looking for someone who is suitable to start ~ EbookFREE.me ~ in order to go in and "get" something later.
No, exactly, waiting for those stupid Muggles to deliver to him.
"... Well, this house is barely passable, and there should be some entrances." Murseber looked at a relatively delicate house and compared it with the minimum standards in his heart.
He and Yaxley both came from the noble pure-blood wizard family, and even during the run-off period, they were absolutely unwilling to treat their "honorable" pouches.
As his sleeve trembled, the wand slid down his sleeve to the palm of his hand, followed by several spells. Muggles who had seen him before were cast an amnesia spell, and the middle-aged woman in front of the house in front of him sent a soul-grabbing spell as his meeting gift.
"Help me prepare lunch."
Murseyber said casually, without stopping, he just pushed open the half-closed door and walked in. Look at his unhurried momentum, as if he is the master here.
There was a faint smile on the face of the woman who had been charmed, as if she had fallen into some boundless happiness, and after a reconciliation, she followed him back to the house. went.
This is the soul-stirring curse, one of the three unforgivable curses, and the most invincible type of black magic. The man who has hit the curse will obey the curse's words, and if the power reaches a certain level, even the smile on that face will sink to the bottom of his heart, leaving no trace of it.
This Murseybo was one of the Death Eaters' most in-depth study of the Soul Spell, and the staff of the Ministry of Magic who had been robbed this time was always under his control.
In the next second, the door of the house closed silently, and the courtyard was calm again. It seemed that nothing had happened under the sun.