Chapter 146: The hut behind the cemetery (modified)

　　Allen and the others returned to the warm and comfortable room, and immediately sent owls to send letters to Leonard and Professor Flitwick.
　　 The sky gradually dimmed, and the harsh and ruthless snow began to raging everywhere again, and the gust of wind rose suddenly, blowing the falling snowflakes to pieces, and the snowflakes were swept and swirled in an endless vortex.
　　Sometimes the wind weakens, and the snowflakes will be one after another, whistling silently and endlessly, falling gently on the earth gradually shrouded in darkness.
　　 "Why hasn't Uncle Leonard replied yet?" Jessica lay on the table boredly, watching the knitting needles on the sofa stagger.
　　 Alan looked at the snow outside the window, and he still had time to wonder: Is it the Roman Jupiter pulling the goose feathers on Olympus, or the holy angels shaking off their feathers? …Or which neighbor nearby is shaking dandruff on the roof?
　　 Ian jumped down from the bench by the window. He was determined not to wait for the owl's reply again. "It's so stupid for us to wait like this!"
　　 His words successfully attracted the attention of Jessica and Allen.
"If it is really the prison robbers, they won't be there waiting for us all the time." Ian's eyes lit up and he thought of a good idea: "It's better to stare at them first, in case these people shift their positions. We can also get the exact news."
　　 His suggestion got a enthusiastic response from Jessica. The young people always have a passion for passion and fearlessness.
　　 Allen’s resistance is ineffective. In Ian’s words, "If you are timid, stay by yourself. We must go find uncle."
　　 In desperation, Allen had to leave a note on the table to tell them where they were going.
　　 The weather is bitterly cold, and the snow is so big outside, like a white sheet covering the whole city.
　　 After the Apparition moved to New York City, Ian took Allen and Jessica to Aoki Cemetery.
　　 Hundreds of ornately decorated cemeteries stand on the vast ground. Baixue was full of carved statues, and they wore white hats on top of their weird heads.
　　 There are also some unpretentious cemeteries. In the baptism of heavy snow, each of its graves was neatly covered by snow. Tall buildings wrapped in white snow form a majestic line around rows of stone tombs.
　　At this time, the darkness has completely enveloped the earth, except for the hut where the night watchman lives in the cemetery, which is still emitting weak lights, and the cemetery is pitch black.
　　Three brave little wizards patrolled the surroundings of Aoki Cemetery, but found no suspicious signs.
　　 "Ellen, did you hear me wrong?" Jessica kept rubbing her hands in the cold, and she was frozen.
　　 "Allen couldn't hear me wrong." Instead, it was Ian, who trusted Allen, who was about to become his opponent.
　　 "Look, there is a small house there." Allen pointed to the back of the cemetery, and in the shadow close to the wall, there was a small two-story house in Italian style.
　　 Its windows were all closed, and it seemed silent, as if the owner had already left.
　　 Around it, there are many hardy trees growing, but these trees are not big, swaying in the biting cold wind.
　　 "Why haven't we found this house after walking so many times before?" Jessica asked.
　　 "It may be that a secrecy spell was imposed, and then we don't know when it is broken, we will be able to see it." Allen guessed.
　　 "Anyway, this must be related to the wizard. Let's go up and see." Ian's courage and perseverance in his temperament were vividly manifested at this time, and he wanted to move forward after he finished speaking.
　　 "There are guards at the periphery, we have to think of a way." Jessica also hurriedly held her brother.
　　 Alan, who fell behind, summoned two flying broomsticks from the storage space, "We can fly over."
　　 "You seem to have more things to bring when you go out than girls." Jessica sighed.
　　 After Allen, who was a little speechless, imposed a phantom spell for everyone, the three of them flew up, braved the freezing cold wind, flew high, and landed quietly in the yard.
　　 A few of them hid under a window sill. Allen heard a voice coming from inside, "You, do you have any accomplices?"
　　 "No!" A particularly hard voice came, and Allen almost exclaimed. It was Leonard's voice. He was caught!
　　 "How did you know we are here?" A cold voice came.
　　 "Humph!" Leonard said nothing with a dull, painful grunt.
　　 "Nothing great, it seems that you can't tell the truth! Heartbroken!"
　　 Leonard's screams rose instantly, and Jessica and Ian both heard who the owner of the voice was. They were held firmly by Allen, and they restrained the urge to come forward and rescue them immediately.
　　 "Boss, shall we evacuate first?" A slick voice sounded.
　　 "No, Tiberle will deliver the goods to me soon, and we can't evacuate. Continue to torture." A voice that was extremely cold and chilling was giving orders.
　　 Leonard's wailing continued to be heard in the room.
　　 At this time ~EbookFREE.me~ three masked black-robed wizards suddenly appeared in the courtyard. They carried a large box, which was wet and dripping into ice on the edge. The small wizard walking in the middle kept cutting off the ice edges that were about to touch the ground.
"I'll go in to find out the situation, you are here, don't walk around." Allen acted before Jessica and Ian started arguing and left a shadow on them-only his last word came from the darkness," I still have some oranges in my bag. I will come back for you to eat."
　　 Although Jessica's sister and brother didn't know why Ellen suddenly mentioned eating oranges, the two of them felt uncomfortable...
　　 Allen followed three foreign wizards into the room.
　　 At a glance, Leonard's face was covered with scars, and he had obviously suffered some abuse. His hands and feet were locked by long shackles and could not move.
　　 Besides, the most striking thing about this room is a wizard sitting by the arched fireplace.
　　 His appearance is like an eagle, his look is arrogant and full of murderous aura.
　　 This person seems to be a quick-acting, cruel temperament, cruel-hearted, and just do it without any worries.
　　 Coupled with his thick white hair, the deep scar that stretches from the nose to the temples, it adds a bit of brutality to this shocking face.
　　 To his right, a dark-skinned, thin and small wizard with a wand in his hand, staring at the three wizards who walked in. Greed left many folds in the corner of his eyes, and the viciousness of viciousness like a pig wolf fought on his face.
　　 "You're late, Tibery!" Sitting by the fire, the white-haired wizard who gave Alan a sense of endless threat, his voice was terrifying and breathtaking.