Chapter 1080 Strange Sound

I have to say that Haierbo's infiltration method is really difficult to deal with.

Judging from what Martin, the fake tavern owner, heard, most of the apprentices he selected were scattered, and they were not allowed to communicate with each other.

In addition, Haierbo himself never took the initiative to come up with ideas. What the people below did, they acted according to their own ideas. This leads to events that are almost all the same, with no regularity at all.

And this makes it time-consuming and labor-intensive for the members of the Order of the Phoenix to investigate—they don’t have enough manpower, and everything like this needs to be followed up as an independent incident, making Lupine and Kingsley Scheduling pressure continues to mount.

At present, what I need to deal with are all difficult incidents in some aspects. In fact, in the whole of London... no, it is the whole of the British magic world, such cases of wounding and killing people have become more and more serious. too much……

After dinner at the Leaky Cauldron, Maca left Diagon Alley with Hermione and the others, and walked slowly on the streets of London outside the Leaky Cauldron.

Right now, there are Sirius and others secretly staring at the Copper Key Library, and it is best for him to leave there normally on the surface, lest some eyes that may be hiding in the dark be vigilant.

And just as the few of them walked leisurely along the Muggle Street, Maca was also explaining the recent current situation of the whole of England to Hermione by the way.

He has to admit that the so-called apprentices under Hai Erbo's hands have been making petty moves more and more frequently recently.

Then... do we want to... Hermione frowned slightly, You know, I mean... you can also participate in the investigation work.

After hearing this, Ke Maca shook his head immediately.

No, there's no need for that. He said, What you have to do now is to set up a magic barrier - believe me, this is also very important. As for the big and small events that have happened recently, I know it well, don't worry!

Hermione still believed what Maca said. Since he would say that, he must have planned it long ago, and if he insisted on getting involved, it might disrupt his arrangement.

So, Hermione patted the satchel hanging by her side lightly, and said that she would start researching tonight after returning home.

Hey, what about Ron and the others?

Sneak back a long time ago!

Probably because all the conversations just now were related to injury and death,

Hermione seemed a little startled when she turned her head to find that the other three were gone.

But Maca was clearly aware of the departure of Ron and others, so he laughed and said:

Neville's Apparation Spell is well practiced, and Hannah seems to be able to take herself away completely... In comparison, Ron can't do it, and Neville needs to use the appearance of his entourage to take him away.

Oh! They're using spells casually outside the school again! Hermione said angrily, Even if the Ministry of Magic seldom cares about these things now, it's because the crisis hasn't passed... They can't do this!

Forget it! Maca patted her on the shoulder and said, It's really important to quickly master Apparition—I must say, this is the most valuable spell in the modern history of magic!

It's a pity that he just can't use it well.

After all, his problem lies at the level of the soul. Even if he has mastered the rules of the soul, he has no good solution. Up to now, he can only use the continuously improved Portkey to replace it.

Thinking about it this way, Maca suddenly suggested:

By the way, why don't you try to disapparate back later! Let me see how you're doing—you know, it will make me feel more confident about your safety.

Is it necessary to do this? Hermione said with some reluctance, Although I know that people should know how to adapt, these rules are actually to ensure the safety of minors. If no one abides by them, it will Does it have no meaning?

When Maca heard this, he couldn't help laughing and said:

I think you're right, but in this case... are you sure you want to use my 'Homemade Portkey' to go back? You see, strictly speaking, it's illegal.

Oh! Hmm...

Because Maca used it very naturally every time, Hermione almost subconsciously ignored his behavior of using the Portkey to move around, and even used this method to go around many times.

And now, when Maca mentioned it, she realized one thing belatedly - none of Maca's portkeys had probably been registered in the Portkey Office, and this kind of behavior of making and using the portkeys without permission was undoubtedly illegal.

Okay! I think I'd better Apparate back to school!

Hermione finally gave in reluctantly.

After waiting for a while, the two walked side by side on this street, and saw them randomly find an alley that no one would pay attention to, and left one after the other.

However, even Maca didn't know that just a few seconds after he and Hermione disappeared in the space distortion, a window on the side of the alley was suddenly opened from the inside.

Then, a little boy looked cautiously at the dark alley outside with some doubts.

Huh? He wondered, Didn't the voice come from outside the window?

Kevin! What are you doing in the kitchen? Go to bed now!

Hearing his mother's yelling from behind, the boy immediately retracted his little head with a bitter face. After he struggled to close the window, he turned around and planned to go to the living room.

But at this moment, there was another extremely subtle hissing sound from nowhere, which made him stop again.

This voice appeared again... Where? If not outside the window, where should it be?

The curious little boy, Kevin, quickly forgot about his mother's shouting, and started searching left and right following the sound.

It can be heard that the sound is really very soft. If it weren't for the child's sensitive hearing, it would be hard to notice it now that it's already night.

And during the time of searching around, little Kevin also bent his waist again and again, and in the end he just squatted down and listened carefully.

This time the sound lasted longer than last time, so that he finally found the approximate source - it seemed to come from underground.

Oh no! Precisely……

Is it in here?

Kevin leaned against the cabinet door under the kitchen sink, tilted his head and listened again. But just when he was about to reach out to open the cabinet door, a big rough hand suddenly grabbed his back collar and pulled him back.

Oh! It's so dirty, what are you doing to touch the door of the sewer pipe - fortunately I came in time, otherwise the shower just now would have been in vain!

The little boy Kevin's mother is a very ordinary Muggle woman, with a barrel-shaped figure that is stronger than Mrs. Weasley, and she looks like a hardworking housekeeper at first glance.

And her strength is obviously indeed very strong. With the pull just now, little Kevin was dragged in front of her almost without any resistance.

Call you naughty!

When her mother raised her hand, little Kevin shrank his head quickly, but the slap on his forehead was neither light nor heavy.

Did you touch anything else? The bottom of the pot, the corner of the wall, the stove, the sink... hey! It's best not to touch it, do you hear me? Let me see your hands... eh? Looks like it needs to be washed at least again I got it...really.

Amid his mother's non-stop nagging, little Kevin was helplessly at his mercy, and it took him a while before he was stuffed into the bed in his room by his mother.

Want to listen to a story before falling asleep?

Seeing his mother habitually looking at the drawer of the table next to him, Little Kevin hurriedly said:

Mom, I've grown up! Did you forget, I was ten years old yesterday! Sister Demi, who leads the house, said that she stopped listening to stories when she was nine years old...

Finally, he murmured:

Besides, I'm already tired of hearing those stories.

When his mother heard it, she immediately waved her hand and said:

Okay, okay! If you don't listen, don't listen...Then my little lord, go to bed quickly! You know, you should be able to fall asleep soon!

Before the words fell, Little Kevin immediately closed his eyes tightly, trying to prove that he had really grown up.

To be honest, Kevin is a child who is easy to coax, and his mother is actually very relieved of him. Because she knew that as long as her son closed his eyes and lay on the bed, he would soon fall asleep.

So after seeing her son firmly shut his eyes, she closed the door and went out.

A mother naturally knows the child's habits very well—Kevin's mother guessed right, and little Kevin was about to fall asleep in a short while.

However, tonight is destined to be an unusual night...at least for little Kevin.

Just as Kevin was in a daze, the weird hissing sound suddenly sounded again, pulling him out of the dream he was about to fall into.

Slowly awakened by this inexplicable movement, Little Kevin twisted his mouth, but finally opened his eyes again.

He was sent upstairs to the room by his mother. Where did the voice come from this time?

In this regard, little Kevin's curiosity was aroused again.

Maybe it's because the child's heart is pure and he doesn't think of any bad things at all; or maybe it's because little Kevin is naturally courageous enough.

In short, I saw him lying on the bed and listening for a while, the more I listened, the more I couldn't help but want to find out, and finally I lifted the quilt and climbed down from the bed.

After wandering around the small room twice, he quietly walked to the side of the curtain without knowing it.

Is it outside the window again?

Little Kevin's room was directly above the kitchen, and the alley outside the window was naturally - although it was a bit higher than before, it was still the same as before?

Thinking about it this way, Little Kevin finally parted the curtains and cautiously looked out the window.

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