Vol 2 Chapter 394: Prisoner (modified, sincere thanks to Ksg, Magic...

"Antonin Dolohov, Bellatrix Lestrange, Rodolphs Lestrange." Owen Harris said calmly to his son.
With his current strength, coupled with the Auror guard squad that is always equipped, these few are not even the joker.
"Penello is waiting for you in the screaming shed. She took a few Muggle prisoners caught in the United States and wanted to give it to you. What a good girl who ran so far for you." Mr. Harris's A narrow smile appeared on his face, "By the way, Penello recently went abroad to Albania to catch the fugitives of the World Cup. This time, the Auror reforms have taken great efforts to crack down on these fugitives, and many criminals had to abscond from the country. Albanian Forest. This unmanaged, dark and chaotic place becomes the first choice for these fugitives. You will say goodbye to the girl in a while."
Allen understood that the tower is inaccessible to people who don’t have the impression of perception. Penello can only find a place to wait for him to receive it: "Albania? Father, I remember the Ministry of Magic has a man named Bertha Jorkins. Witch, how is she?"
"This is a very ordinary Ministry clerk. Why do you think of asking her?" Irving didn't understand. How could Allen notice such an ordinary little clerk.
"When I recently discovered little Crouch, I found that when he tortured Moody, he mentioned that Mr. Crouch used a powerful forgetting spell on Bertha." Allen replied half-truth.
"She has just returned from a vacation in Albania, no wonder she is getting more and more forgetful. I will send someone to protect Bertha in secret, and she can also be used as evidence to aggravate Crouch's crime." Owen showed interest.
After bidding farewell to his father, Allen did not rush to the screaming shed the first time. Now that he knew that Penello was about to go to Albania, even if he knew that Voldemort should be in the UK at this time, Alan still decided to go to the perception room on the top floor to find out Voldemort's dynamics and determine his location.
The silver light flickered. Allen knew a lot of Voldemort's information, but he easily found Voldemort's dynamics.
The first thing I saw was an extremely luxurious restaurant, its decoration style is very British classical art. The walls are covered with paintings decorated with Baroque photo frames. The white reliefs and exquisite ceilings on the walls all show that this must be a luxurious English manor.
Although the large, maroon dining table is a bit old, the cups and saucers have delicate patterns, and there are leftover roasts and Yorkshire puddings on the plates.
All these show that Voldemort is in England at this time.
A tall man with greasy hair and pockmarked face sat in a chair with a tired expression.
There is also a man with a full face and a fierce look, his face is gloomy and slightly cruel, which is very inconsistent with the silver silk robe on his body.
There were still some Death Eaters around, and before Allen could explore them one by one, a cold voice rang: "Shut up, let me out, someone is spying on us."
Unscrupulous and crazy laughter echoed in the room, "There are people who know how to live and die dare to spy on my great master!"
"There is nothing here?" The oily man raised his head and looked around hesitantly.
Snapped--
A crisp sound rang, his neck was slammed with a black whip, and another muffled sound. The man was thrown out by her and hit a distant wall, and then she rushed He leaned over and screamed at the man: "Shut up, idiot. Don't let me hear you question the master again."
A tall woman with a wide chin and thick eyelids stepped forward and hugged a bag on the wide armchair in the middle. Because of the long absence of the sky, her skin showed an unhealthy paleness.
Although the long prison life makes this man look very haggard, he can still vaguely see how good he was when he was young.
"Good master, I will help you realize all your wishes." She said in a particularly soft voice.
She tore away the baggage from the ground, revealing what was inside, a slimy, ugly thing without eyes—no, it was more terrifying than this, a hundred times more terrifying.
The thing she was holding looked like a curled up baby, but it had no hair, and it seemed to have scales on its body. Its skin was dark and red, like wounded tender flesh.
Its arms and legs are thin and soft, and its face—no living child has such a face—is a flat snake face with gleaming red eyes.
It raised its thin arms and put it around the woman's neck.
Suddenly, Allen and his slender, evil red eyes were facing each other.
Allen calmly continued to observe the environment, Voldemort could only perceive that the prying eyes could not know who it was, at least he couldn't do it now.
After discovering that he couldn't collect more information, Alan took the initiative to withdraw from the spell, the light curtain flashed ~EbookFREE.me~ all the silver light disappeared, and the room returned to calm.
Allen pondered for a long time, and even in this state, he was keenly aware of his detection. Sure enough, the current self against the resurrected Voldemort would be at a disadvantage, and the chance of winning was not great.
Leaving the detection room, Allen sent the news he had received to his father, and then went to the screaming shed.
Before entering the door, I heard the man's painful groan from the screaming shed. The painful screams that were hardly human-like were accompany Penello's unbridled laughter.
Allen hurriedly stepped in and saw Penello torturing a criminal with the Drilling Charm. While casting the spell, he appeared a little crazy sneer.
Perceiving Alan's footsteps, she turned her head vigilantly, seeing Alan, her eyes flickering, and a little vainly put down the wand pointed at the criminals and hid it behind her back.
Allen looked at the three criminals in the room. Obviously the criminal who was being tortured by Penello with the Heart Drilling Curse was crazy. A criminal who curled up in the corner had his eyes dull and blank. And the other one looked at all this in horror, apparently shocked.
"Ellen, you do the Dementor experiment. You need to observe the process and consequences of being kissed by the Dementor in different states. I just want to prepare it for you in advance." Penello explained vaguely.
"Jeffrey Lionel Damo, he will kidnap the prey he is interested in, then kill, make women fuck, and finally eat it. He chiseled off the victim's skull and poured mercury. The torture is over. The female mummy was then dismembered and eaten. The were refrigerated when they liked to eat. The rest were treated in a sulfuric acid pool. I found a large number of human heads and stumps at his house. There were also sliced ​​human flesh." Penello pointed to the curse. The crazy man said.
"Are two more?" Allen asked.