Chapter 523: A Corner of the Town
The heavy snow since Christmas has gone away quietly, and the recent sunshine is always warm and pleasant. Walking under the sun, you can feel the warmth bestowed by nature.
Of course, you can’t just open the door to bask in the sun. After all, the snow hasn’t melted yet, and the temperature below freezing still covers the earth, maintaining the cold that should belong to this season.
Stiffkey is a small town near the southeast coast of England. This town is not too big, and because it is not near or far from several large ports, the construction here seems a bit insignificant.
The snow here is still covered in large swaths, and it is white at a glance, but it gives this chaotic town a wonderful sense of unity.
And in the shanty town at the back of the town, a few unknown people suddenly appeared in the past few days.
Yaxley, I think we should leave the British wizarding world! If this continues, we may not be able to keep—
Shut up! Remember what I said? After you come out, no one is allowed to mention that again! Rot it in your stomach, understand? Or...you want me to waste precious magic power to make up for you? An amnesia spell?
Under a simple iron shed in that shantytown, two men were living there, talking to each other in lowered voices. Their statures were about the same height, their clothes were almost torn, and their expressions showed endless fatigue from the uninterrupted running.
It's just that the looks of the two of them are different. The man called Yaxley has a fierce face, and his arms and legs are quite thick, so he is not easy to mess with at first glance. The other one is relatively thinner, with a somewhat wretched appearance, which doesn't match his decent height.
Mulciber, it's your turn today. Go and get some food from those stupid Muggles. Yaxley waved his hand and said to the tall and thin man.
No problem. The guy named Mulciber agreed, with a strange excitement flashing across his face.
I can tell what you want to do just by looking at your face— Yaxley frowned, and said viciously, Remember what we are going to do now, and don't make any noise to me!
Okay, I know... Mulciber said with a smile, You can't trust my temper, can't you trust my ability? Don't worry, Yake...
Don't f*ck get close to me, think clearly before doing things! Do you still want me to believe in your ability? If we could really believe in your ability, we wouldn't be chased by those damned Aurors like we're just pregnant with a huge treasure Sniff!
Hey! We have a 'pocket' that can hold things, but what's in it is nothing precious... Mulciber smiled casually, and left the scaffolding, stepping on the snow and lazily go far.
Hearing what he said, Yaxley turned his head subconsciously and glanced into the shed behind him. In the shadows inside the shed, a bland cowhide suitcase sat against the wall, looking unsuspecting.
After he turned around again, he probed to the left and right outside the shed, and found that there were no figures, then he turned around and walked inside.
Click—click—
With two crisp metal impacts, the buckle of the suitcase was gently pushed open with his thumb, and then he put down the suitcase and quickly opened it.
After opening it, Yaxley lowered his head and looked inside, then he stood up directly, raised his legs and stepped into the suitcase. First one foot, and then the other foot. When half of his body got into the box, he lifted his hands on the ground, and his whole body was completely submerged in the handbag that seemed to be a bottomless pit. in the box.
The next moment, an arm suddenly stretched out from the box. With a tap on the edge of the box, I saw that the suitcase suddenly bounced like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and closed again with a bang.
This shed is full of debris,
And that old, old-fashioned suitcase just lay there quietly, without any sense of disobedience. Even the suitcase itself would go unnoticed if one didn't look carefully.
...
...Muggles in this place are poorer than each other, but Yaxley still wants to go to this kind of place! If I knew it, I would have prepared some food first...
Mulciber wandered through the messy shanty town, glancing here and there, but he wasn't looking for a target—he was just passing the time.
Even if he wanted to do it, he would not choose to be near their hiding place, which was not conducive to concealing his whereabouts. Those Aurors were well-trained, perhaps worse than dark wizards like them in actual combat, but they all had a dog-like sense of smell in search missions.
Moreover, the Apparition Spell is not a panacea. Emergency escape is very useful, but it is not suitable for long-distance pursuit and escape that is time-consuming and procrastinated. If one is unlucky enough to be detected by Auror's tools, it is very likely that the approximate location of the hiding place will be deduced.
Of course, if you apparate directly to a foreign country, it won't be so much trouble.
...how long will we be hanging around in England? Mulciber complained in a low voice.
Yes, from the very beginning he proposed to flee to other countries. He believed that as long as he was not within the reach of the British Ministry of Magic, he would definitely be able to escape the pursuit of those Aurors.
In fact, his idea is correct. If the Aurors of the British Ministry of Magic want to pursue them across the country, they must obtain a series of permits, which will take a lot of time. It will be too late when they get the relevant approvals, with the means of Mulciber and Yaxley.
However, this idea does not apply this time around.
Yaxley's judgment was right, because the big event that Voldemort and Grinwald were both buried in Hogwarts had been settled, and the Ministry of Magic in most other countries no longer worried about causing unnecessary trouble. If the Death Eaters fled to other countries, the Ministry of Magic of those countries would be more than happy to make a favor.
Or, in fact, other countries are particularly willing to catch a few Death Eaters, which will give them an advantageous bridge to talk to the British Ministry of Magic.
Yaxley was very politically minded, and he was more or less aware of the conflicts of interest between these countries, so he was very sure that his group would never leave England. The current situation in the British Ministry of Magic is not stable yet, and this will be one of the breakthroughs for them to achieve their ultimate goal.
Not long after, Mulciber, who was thinking and muttering while walking, walked all the way south, and after crossing the snow-covered fields, he soon came to the main area of the small town of Stewkey.
The buildings here are much stronger than the shantytowns in the north at first glance. The main body of the house is made of brightly colored red bricks, and a large number of neat cobblestones are embedded on the outer wall, which looks a little bright against the snow. Fresh and neat.
The population of this small town is not large, relatively speaking, the place is much larger, and almost every household has a spacious yard. Most of the ground in the courtyard has been shoveled with snow, and the fine stones make them look quite pleasing to the eye.
Occasionally, the elderly of a few families are leisurely basking in the sun in the yard, and the newspapers in their hands are rattled by those old men.
Mulciber just walked on the street, his torn wizard robe was obviously a bit eye-catching. When he passed by a few houses, those old men and women gave him curious and strange eyes.
It's not that he doesn't have the opportunity to change into some less conspicuous clothes, after all, it's very easy for a dark wizard to get some Muggle clothes. But fanatical pure-bloods like them, why would they want to wear Muggle costumes? He'd rather have his wizarding robes uncovered than wear Muggle attire.
At this time, whenever someone noticed Mulciber, Mulciber would also turn his head to look at the other party. He was looking for a suitable family, so that he could go in and get something later.
No, exactly, waiting for those stupid Muggles to deliver it to him themselves.
...Well, this house is barely passable, and there should be something that can be entered. Mulciber looked at a relatively delicate house, and compared it with the lowest standard in his heart.
Both he and Yaxley came from a noble family of pure-blood wizards, and even when they were fleeing, they were absolutely unwilling to treat their noble stomachs badly.
With a flick of his sleeve, the wand slid down the sleeve and fell into his palm, followed by a series of spells. The Muggles who had seen him before were all given the Amnesia Curse, and the middle-aged woman at the door of the house in front of him was directly sent an Imperius Curse as a gift for him.
Help me make lunch.
Mulciber said something casually, and without stopping, he just pushed open the half-open door and walked in. Look at his unhurried momentum, as if he is the master here.
A faint smile from the heart flashed across the face of the woman who had been cast with the Imperius Curse, as if she had fallen into some kind of boundless happiness. After echoing again, she followed him back to the house went.
This is the frightening Imperius Curse, one of the three unforgivable curses, and the most difficult to guard against black magic. The person under the spell will obey the caster's words, and if the power reaches a certain level, even the smile on that face will sink into the bottom of the heart, and no one can detect the slightest trace.
This Mulciber is a dark wizard who has the most profound research on the Imperius Curse among the Death Eaters, and the employee of the Ministry of Magic who robbed the prison this time has been under his control.
In the next second, the door of the house closed silently, and the courtyard regained its calm. Under the sunshine, it seemed that nothing had happened.
