Chapter 165 Grimmauld Place
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Hua Shui Jun
Chapter 165 Grimmauld Place
It took Amosta a while to find Grimmauld Place, because when Tonks mentioned this place to him, he only mentioned 'a run-down neighborhood in Northwest London', but the scope of Northwest London is too broad No, Amostar can't walk every Muggle street and ask everyone if they've heard of Grimmauld Place.
However, it is not the first time that the experienced Amosta has encountered such problems after working outside for several years.
Back in London that night, after resting in the hotel for a night, he went to the largest Muggle police station in the area the next morning, and then walked in generously under the spell of disillusionment, hypnotized a policeman, and found It took half an hour for the archives room to successfully find the exact location of Grimmauld Square.
Before setting off, he stopped by a fast food restaurant to have breakfast, and by the time he reached the three-mile area around Grimmauld Place in the Muggle way, the sun had already risen to the center of the sky.
"It's a run-down place indeed—"
In a 24-hour convenience store three miles away, behind the clean glass windows, Amosta, who was eating a hot dog, looked at the neighborhood that was about to leave the city and muttered.
It was clearly daytime, but there were not many cars and muggles on the main road of the block. The paint surface of the tall street lamps on both sides of the road was seriously damaged, and a gust of wind swept by, and the old newspapers abandoned by people on the side of the road were swirling. It floated into the air and hung on a clothes rail outside the balcony of a house.
There were traces of magic in the air—this did not surprise Amostar, he had anticipated this situation in advance, otherwise he would not have approached here slowly and in a Muggle way.
Monitoring magic is the work of the Aurors. They monitor a large area around Grimmauld Square. As long as someone uses magic in this area, the next second, the Aurors will appear behind you and threaten to shut you down. what are you confining
However, apparition is not prohibited in the area, in fact, the Aurors even wish Sirius Black to do it.
So how to get close to that house, Amosta, with puffy cheeks, thought in his mind.
In this area, there are not only monitoring magic, but also a considerable number of Aurors, which are divided into lines with dots and nets with lines, and are evenly divided within a three-mile range in the center of Grimmauld Square. Through a loophole, once attacked, they can support each other.
This is not the first time Amosta has dealt with Aurors, and he still agrees with their 'professional ability', but their problem is that they can't deal with 'sophisticated' wizards.
It's not a problem for Amosta to break in with the identity of the Golden Viper, but he doesn't want to do it. He has used the identity of the 'Golden Viper' for several years, and has already gained a certain reputation and popularity. Prestige, Amosta didn't want to make this identity incompatible with the Ministry of Magic.
For the stability of the wizarding world, the Ministry of Magic can tolerate wizards in the underground world doing things that break the law, but this kind of tolerance will definitely not be reflected in the matter of Sirius Black.
Change your vest?
This is not impossible. But thinking about Tonks who had just been discharged from St. Mungo's hospital, Amosta hesitated for a while, and gave up this method.
Tuk, tuk, tuk--
Amosta stared blankly at the desolate neighborhood, tapped the table lightly, and made a rhythmic sound. After a while, the knocking sound stopped suddenly, and the raised fingers hovered in the air. Amosta's A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth inexplicably,
"Then, turn the tiger away from the mountain."
The night is getting dark, the dim moonlight is gradually covered by moving black clouds, and shadows emerge from one end of the street like tides, slowly but firmly pulling the world into a mysterious atmosphere.
croak--croak--
A few frightened black crows fluttered their wings from a barren grassland in the center of Grimmauld Square, quickly jumped over the roof and disappeared into the darkness, their rough and hoarse cries made the deep night even more unpredictable.
Breathing
In a dark alleyway on the south side of Grimmauld Square, Tonks, wearing a dark cloak and living in the shadow of a utility pole, let out a sigh, although his eyes were fixed on the 11th and 13th small buildings in the square , but his eyes were full of fatigue.
At this time, a slight voice suddenly came from behind Tonks trembled, she woke up instantly and turned around, but seeing a figure darker than the darkness, Tonks froze. Shu also breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his shoulders, and then slowly put down the magic wand in his hand.
"I'm here to change shifts, Tonks, you can find a place to rest for a while—"
The words spoken in a steady, deep voice lifted the tired-looking Tonks slightly, but she didn't obey the order and left immediately.
"I think we're just wasting our efforts, Kingsley."
Glancing at the quiet plaza, Tonks complained in a low voice,
"We've been guarding here since Black escaped from Azkaban, but so far we've found nothing. According to me, we should send all the Aurors around Hogwarts to search Hogsmeade. There is the Forbidden Forest instead of wasting precious time and energy here, Kingsley!"
"What you say makes sense, Tonks."
Unexpectedly, Kingsley did not refute Tonks' opinion, obviously, he also had a similar judgment in his heart.
Kingsley and Tonks stood side by side, facing the dilapidated and desolate square together in silence. After a long time, Kingsley took a deep breath, and said
"But Black is a Death Eater, Tonks, you haven't lived through those years, and you don't know how cruel and cunning the Death Eaters are. As long as there is a slight possibility, we can't ignore it."
"Well, you're right, Kingsley, but maybe you can help me arrange a trip to Hogsmeade, at least, I can have a drink with my old classmates after work—"
Tonks fiddled with the somewhat dull pink hair that was more like withered grass and muttered dissatisfiedly,
"Staying up late really hurts, recently I noticed that my hair is falling out--"
boom!
A low rumbling sound like thunder came from another direction two miles away. Accompanied by a shrill scream, the gorgeous fireworks suddenly exploded in mid-air, making this quiet and gloomy night completely boil!
"Stop, Blake!"
When the fireworks exploded, an angry roar made Tonks and Kingsley's expressions change drastically.
"It's Dawlish's voice!" Tonks gasped and screamed with disbelief in his eyes, "Black, he actually came back here!"
Kingsley looked stern and did not respond.
He pointed his wand at the void in front of him, and with a whisper, an elegant and shining lynx escaped from the cloud of silver-white light.
Kingsley stepped forward quickly, and injected a piece of information into the lynx's brain with a magic wand. The lynx jumped a few times in mid-air sensitively, and then suddenly disappeared in front of the two of them.
"Kingsley?" Tonks asked in bewilderment, "What are you doing, we should"
"Prevent mistakes, Tonks," Kingsley said calmly, "Let's go, Tonks, let's send that despicable bastard back to Azkaban!"
(End of this chapter)
It took Amosta a while to find Grimmauld Place, because when Tonks mentioned this place to him, he only mentioned 'a run-down neighborhood in Northwest London', but the scope of Northwest London is too broad No, Amostar can't walk every Muggle street and ask everyone if they've heard of Grimmauld Place.
However, it is not the first time that the experienced Amosta has encountered such problems after working outside for several years.
Back in London that night, after resting in the hotel for a night, he went to the largest Muggle police station in the area the next morning, and then walked in generously under the spell of disillusionment, hypnotized a policeman, and found It took half an hour for the archives room to successfully find the exact location of Grimmauld Square.
Before setting off, he stopped by a fast food restaurant to have breakfast, and by the time he reached the three-mile area around Grimmauld Place in the Muggle way, the sun had already risen to the center of the sky.
"It's a run-down place indeed—"
In a 24-hour convenience store three miles away, behind the clean glass windows, Amosta, who was eating a hot dog, looked at the neighborhood that was about to leave the city and muttered.
It was clearly daytime, but there were not many cars and muggles on the main road of the block. The paint surface of the tall street lamps on both sides of the road was seriously damaged, and a gust of wind swept by, and the old newspapers abandoned by people on the side of the road were swirling. It floated into the air and hung on a clothes rail outside the balcony of a house.
There were traces of magic in the air—this did not surprise Amostar, he had anticipated this situation in advance, otherwise he would not have approached here slowly and in a Muggle way.
Monitoring magic is the work of the Aurors. They monitor a large area around Grimmauld Square. As long as someone uses magic in this area, the next second, the Aurors will appear behind you and threaten to shut you down. what are you confining
However, apparition is not prohibited in the area, in fact, the Aurors even wish Sirius Black to do it.
So how to get close to that house, Amosta, with puffy cheeks, thought in his mind.
In this area, there are not only monitoring magic, but also a considerable number of Aurors, which are divided into lines with dots and nets with lines, and are evenly divided within a three-mile range in the center of Grimmauld Square. Through a loophole, once attacked, they can support each other.
This is not the first time Amosta has dealt with Aurors, and he still agrees with their 'professional ability', but their problem is that they can't deal with 'sophisticated' wizards.
It's not a problem for Amosta to break in with the identity of the Golden Viper, but he doesn't want to do it. He has used the identity of the 'Golden Viper' for several years, and has already gained a certain reputation and popularity. Prestige, Amosta didn't want to make this identity incompatible with the Ministry of Magic.
For the stability of the wizarding world, the Ministry of Magic can tolerate wizards in the underground world doing things that break the law, but this kind of tolerance will definitely not be reflected in the matter of Sirius Black.
Change your vest?
This is not impossible. But thinking about Tonks who had just been discharged from St. Mungo's hospital, Amosta hesitated for a while, and gave up this method.
Tuk, tuk, tuk--
Amosta stared blankly at the desolate neighborhood, tapped the table lightly, and made a rhythmic sound. After a while, the knocking sound stopped suddenly, and the raised fingers hovered in the air. Amosta's A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth inexplicably,
"Then, turn the tiger away from the mountain."
The night is getting dark, the dim moonlight is gradually covered by moving black clouds, and shadows emerge from one end of the street like tides, slowly but firmly pulling the world into a mysterious atmosphere.
croak--croak--
A few frightened black crows fluttered their wings from a barren grassland in the center of Grimmauld Square, quickly jumped over the roof and disappeared into the darkness, their rough and hoarse cries made the deep night even more unpredictable.
Breathing
In a dark alleyway on the south side of Grimmauld Square, Tonks, wearing a dark cloak and living in the shadow of a utility pole, let out a sigh, although his eyes were fixed on the 11th and 13th small buildings in the square , but his eyes were full of fatigue.
At this time, a slight voice suddenly came from behind Tonks trembled, she woke up instantly and turned around, but seeing a figure darker than the darkness, Tonks froze. Shu also breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his shoulders, and then slowly put down the magic wand in his hand.
"I'm here to change shifts, Tonks, you can find a place to rest for a while—"
The words spoken in a steady, deep voice lifted the tired-looking Tonks slightly, but she didn't obey the order and left immediately.
"I think we're just wasting our efforts, Kingsley."
Glancing at the quiet plaza, Tonks complained in a low voice,
"We've been guarding here since Black escaped from Azkaban, but so far we've found nothing. According to me, we should send all the Aurors around Hogwarts to search Hogsmeade. There is the Forbidden Forest instead of wasting precious time and energy here, Kingsley!"
"What you say makes sense, Tonks."
Unexpectedly, Kingsley did not refute Tonks' opinion, obviously, he also had a similar judgment in his heart.
Kingsley and Tonks stood side by side, facing the dilapidated and desolate square together in silence. After a long time, Kingsley took a deep breath, and said
"But Black is a Death Eater, Tonks, you haven't lived through those years, and you don't know how cruel and cunning the Death Eaters are. As long as there is a slight possibility, we can't ignore it."
"Well, you're right, Kingsley, but maybe you can help me arrange a trip to Hogsmeade, at least, I can have a drink with my old classmates after work—"
Tonks fiddled with the somewhat dull pink hair that was more like withered grass and muttered dissatisfiedly,
"Staying up late really hurts, recently I noticed that my hair is falling out--"
boom!
A low rumbling sound like thunder came from another direction two miles away. Accompanied by a shrill scream, the gorgeous fireworks suddenly exploded in mid-air, making this quiet and gloomy night completely boil!
"Stop, Blake!"
When the fireworks exploded, an angry roar made Tonks and Kingsley's expressions change drastically.
"It's Dawlish's voice!" Tonks gasped and screamed with disbelief in his eyes, "Black, he actually came back here!"
Kingsley looked stern and did not respond.
He pointed his wand at the void in front of him, and with a whisper, an elegant and shining lynx escaped from the cloud of silver-white light.
Kingsley stepped forward quickly, and injected a piece of information into the lynx's brain with a magic wand. The lynx jumped a few times in mid-air sensitively, and then suddenly disappeared in front of the two of them.
"Kingsley?" Tonks asked in bewilderment, "What are you doing, we should"
"Prevent mistakes, Tonks," Kingsley said calmly, "Let's go, Tonks, let's send that despicable bastard back to Azkaban!"
(End of this chapter)
