Chapter 768 Incomplete Tracking

I think... that's a sign that they lost their lives in a split second...

Under the misty rain curtain, Asa looked down at the two names on the parchment. After a while, he shook off the rainwater on the parchment, folded it hastily, and stuffed it back into the inside pocket of his coat.

That's fine, Miriam blinked and said calmly, At least there shouldn't be any pain.

Yeah! Asa shook his head, However, this means that we must hurry up... I hope that the young assistant minister of the Ministry of Magic will return home on time after receiving the letter.

There is no problem with time, Miriam nodded, Believe me, he will come back... Besides, he is only the third assistant. This kind of position is indeed very busy, but the busy ones are often insignificant. thing, isn't it?

Compared to these, I would rather believe that he will be more concerned about his uncle's safety. Asa sighed, Because in this way, the effect of the Imperius Curse will be better.

I never expect every one of my spell targets to be kind-hearted and soft-hearted, Miriam pouted immediately, so I have been practicing non-stop - aren't you the same?

When Yasa heard this, he could only raise his hand and shook it noncommittally, signaling that this topic should not be continued.

So, the two continued to advance along the road in the rain, and after turning a corner, they came to the intersection on the other side of the park.

According to that Smith's memory, his sister's house should be at the end of that garden. Miriam pointed to the private garden opposite the intersection, When you see sunflowers, say 'Go to hell! Richard !', we can see the gate of their house.

Why 'Richard'? Yasa frowned.

They thought that Richard was a blood disgrace, Miriam said offhandedly, that's an old wizard disguised as a retired railroad worker - he planted a 26-foot sunflower and laughed made it into the Muggle papers.

Oh, that's really interesting. Yasa sarcastically said blankly, Then what are you waiting for? Let's go!

After all, Yasa and Miriam crossed the traffic-heavy road together. The former secretly pulled out his wand and clicked the lock on the iron gate of the garden, then pushed the gate open and walked in.

This is a lush private garden. The further they walked in, the taller and denser the surrounding plants became. Fortunately, there is not much space here, and after only a few turns, they saw a sunflower growing on the side of the stone road.

I hope that Mr. Smith's sister's family has not changed the password. Asa said, he stretched out his hand and gestured, How about it, are you coming or me?

I don't want to miss such a stupid line. Miriam looked at Asa and tilted her head, By the way, I don't think they will change the password here, because usually only apparation is enough to go home gone.

I don't miss it either, but... oh, okay! Asa turned his head and stared at the ordinary-looking sunflower and said, Go to hell, Richard!

Okay, I'm going to die, my lord.

After the sunflower suddenly opened its mouth and answered, it immediately withered, and the plants that were blocking them immediately opened a big doorway.

In fact, it can be seen through the door opening from here - on the opposite side of the passage, a medium-sized mansion that looks quite chic is quietly located on a piece of green grass, and a smooth road leads directly to the gate of the mansion.

Hurry up... I dare say that McClain may appear before our eyes at any time!

...

Well, I know how the first guy died!

On the top floor of the small building in London, Maca left the two semi-petrified statues aside, his expression at this time was somewhat complicated.

Judging from Maca's inspection and comparison just now,

The cause of death for both of them was severe brain concussion.

Although it can't be seen from the outside, Maca knows—in that seemingly intact skull, the brain seems to have been stirred several times with an eggbeater, and it is no longer possible to call them brain.

It was the same with the first guy who died heroically at Canterbury, and Maca thought he had cast some suicide spell just in time.

but now……

Is it some kind of magic that was set in advance? Maca thought to himself, No, I didn't sense any special fluctuations at first... Maybe it's the curse of the oath with the carrier somewhere else?

Just as Maca was thinking for a moment, Ms. Sanguina and her grandson who just came up from downstairs stood not far away with puzzled faces, looking at this side silently.

Not long after, the vampire boy probably couldn't help his inner curiosity, and finally asked.

...the first one? What do you mean?

Oh, no, it's nothing. Maca looked up suddenly, By the way, is there anything else you need to do?

My grandma was trying to tell you— No!

The vampire boy was about to say something, but Saint Guina covered his mouth and pushed him out of the door.

We just want to tell you that you are welcome to come to the office of the association next time—this is what Mr. Deis said. At the door, she hurriedly said, Then, see you next time!

OK.

Maca nodded towards the door, then turned around and looked at the sofa not far away, where the unlucky Smith was sitting there staring at the two semi-petrified 'kidnappers' in a daze!

To be honest, judging from the overall situation so far, he is indeed an important figure. But since Maca had already looked through the memory of the other party, right now, it seemed that he no longer had the need to stay.

Of course, except that Maca still needs to ask him a few words.

Hello, Mr. Smith, Maca walked close to the other party, and sat down casually on an armchair, I am Maca McLean, a professor at Hogwarts.

Uh...huh? Smith was stunned for a moment, then turned his gaze to Maca's face, Maca McClain? Really? Oh...my youngest son has always regarded you as an idol!

I'm honored for this, Maca said with a slight smile as he turned his hood down to reveal his face, but now, let's solve the problem at hand first! Can I ask you a few questions?

Because of the suspected Hebrew dialogue, it can be said that the most critical memory Maca is still somewhat incomprehensible.

He guessed from the few words that the other party might go to Azkaban, but... this was what he had expected, and it obviously didn't make any sense to him now.

And before the other party went to Azkaban, the Ministry of Magic became a threshold they had to try to cross—this is the point!

As far as I know, you have a sister who works as a broom registrar in the Department of Magical Transport? And your brother-in-law is the head of the Portkey Office?

When the petrification was just lifted, Smith's consciousness was still a little confused, so Maca's use of Legilimency did not leave a deep impression on him.

Therefore, when he heard that Maca knew so much about his family, he was surprised.

Ah, yes! said Mr. Smith, nodding his head. She's married to a nice family, and is doing well! Did Mr. Scrimgeour mention them to you?

Yeah, I mentioned it once... Maca said something perfunctory, and then continued to ask, Then do you know, is there any Auror that your brother-in-law's family is close to?

As far as Maca knew, only Aurors and the Minister of Magic had the right to enter and exit the gate leading to Azkaban. In addition, even the heads of other departments of the Ministry of Magic would never be able to secretly obtain permission to visit Azkaban.

However, according to the memories that Maca had flipped through before, Smith didn't seem to know the answer he wanted. He asked this, just to make sure that he hadn't missed anything.

Yes, in this Mr. Smith's memory, there seems to be no trace of his nephew working as an assistant minister in the Ministry of Magic.

Auror? Smith thought about it carefully, and finally shook his head and said, Sorry, I don't know too well...but I don't think they will have much intersection with the Auror office.

Okay! Maca paused, then nodded slightly, Please wait here for a while, someone will come to take you to the Ministry of Magic for protection soon—don't worry, I will take this The kidnapping case should be investigated.

After saying that, he immediately stood up, and then his whole body began to become transparent.

Oh! Wait...before the Aurors come here...

Before Mr. Smith finished speaking, Maca disappeared in front of him, and he was startled, and his tone quickly dropped.

...Am I the only one left here? Smith said the last sentence with a stiff face.

But before he could finish his words, the window on one side of the room opened automatically, and the rain and fog outside were mixed with the wind and poured into the small living room.

Don't worry! I've saved something for you, and you'll be safe until the Auror arrives.

Maca's voice rang by the window, and Smith saw that the window was closed tightly again. It seemed that Maca hadn't really left until then.

And at this moment, in the rain outside the window, Maca wearing the Illusion Charm was stepping on the magic book and flying straight towards a certain direction. The destination seemed to be the southern suburbs of London.

Go over there and have a look first, if you don't find anything, go directly to the Ministry of Magic to guard it!

The rain in London is always so slender and dense.