Chapter 394: Prisoner (modified, sincerely thank Ksg, phantom ...

"Antonin Dolohov, Bellatrix Lestrange, Rodolfos Lestrange." Mr. Harris said calmly.

With his current strength, coupled with the Auror squad equipped at any time, these few even jump beam clowns are not counted.

"Penello is waiting for you in the screaming shed. She brought a few Muggle prisoners caught in the United States and wanted to give them to you." Mr. Harris's face showed a cramped smile, "Recently, Pene Luo recently wanted to go abroad to Albania to catch the fugitives of the World Cup. This time the Auror reform was particularly hard to crack down on these fugitives, and many criminals had to escape. The Albanian forest, which is unmanaged and full of darkness and chaos, became these The first choice for fugitives. You will say goodbye to the girls for a while. "

Allen understood that the tower was inaccessible to people who did not perceive the mark, and Penello could only find a place to wait for him to receive it.

"Albania? Father, I remember there was a witch named Bertha Jorkins in the Ministry of Magic. How is she doing recently?"

"This is a very ordinary staff of the Ministry of Magic. How do you think of asking her?" Mr. Harris didn't understand. How could Allen notice such an unremarkable clerk.

"I recently discovered Crouch Jr. and found that when he tortured Moody, he mentioned that Mr. Crouch had used a strong forgetting spell on Bertha." Allen replied half-truly.

"She has just returned from Albania on vacation recently, no wonder she is more and more forgetful. I will send someone to guard Bertha secretly, and she can also be used as evidence to aggravate Crouch's crime." Mr. Harris was interested.

After saying goodbye to Mr. Harris, Allen didn't rush to the screaming hut. Now that Penello is about to go to Albania, even if he knew that Voldemort should be in Britain at this time, still uneasy, Allen decided to go to the sensing room on the top floor to find out about Voldemort's dynamics and determine his location.

The silver light flashed, and Allen knew a lot of Voldemort's information, but it was easy to search for Voldemort's dynamics.

The first thing I saw was an extremely luxurious restaurant, which was decorated in the style of British classical art. The walls are covered with paintings decorated with Baroque photo frames, the white reliefs on the walls and the delicate suspended ceilings all show that this must be a luxurious English manor.

Although the date table is a bit old, the cups and saucers have exquisite patterns, and the plate also contains the remaining barbecue and Yorkshire pudding.

All these show that Voldemort was in Britain at this time.

A tall man with shiny hair and a numb face, sitting on a chair with a tired expression.

There is also a man with a face full of flesh and a fierce look, and his face is gloomy and slightly brutal, which is very incompatible with the silver silk robe on his body.

There were still some Death Eaters around, and before Allen checked one by one, a ruthless voice rang out. "Shut up, let me out, someone is spying on us."

Unscrupulous crazy laughter echoed in the room, "There are people who don't know life and death dare to spy on my great master!"

"There's nothing here?" The oil-headed man raised his head and looked around hesitantly.

Snapped--

A crisp sound sounded, his neck was pulled straight by a black whip, and another dull noise, the man was thrown out by her and hit the wall in the distance, then she rushed Then he leaned over and snarled at the man. "Shut up, idiot. Don't let me hear you question your master again."

A tall woman with a wide chin and thick eyelids stepped forward and embraced a baggage in the middle of the large armchair in her arms. Due to a long absence from the sun, her skin showed an unhealthy paleness.

Although the long prison life makes this person look very haggard, but still can vaguely see the good old age

"Good master, I will help you fulfill all your wishes." She said in a very soft voice.

She ripped the baggage off the ground to reveal what was inside, a sticky, ugly thing without eyes—no, it was more terrible than this, a hundred times more terrible.

The thing she hugged looked like a curled-up baby, but it had no hair, and the body seemed to have scales, and the skin was dark and red, like a wounded tender meat.

Its arms and legs are thin and soft, and its face-no living child has such a face-is a flat snake face with twinkling red eyes.

It raised its thin arms and hugged the woman's neck.

Suddenly, Allen and his pair of long, wicked red eyes met each other.

Allen continued to observe the environment calmly, and Voldemort could only perceive that he could not know who it was, at least he couldn't do it now.

After discovering that no more information could be collected, Alan voluntarily quit the spell, the light curtain flashed, all the silver light disappeared, and the room was restored to calm.

Allen pondered for a long time. Even in this state, he could perceive his detection keenly. Sure enough, his current confrontation with the resurrected Voldemort will fall in the wind. It is not a big chance.

Leaving the detection room, Allen told Mr. Harris what he had got, and then went to the screaming shack.

Before he entered the door, he heard a painful moan from the screaming shed. The screams of almost human-like pain accompany Penello's unbridled laughter.

Allen quickly flashed into ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and saw Penello tormenting a criminal with a heart-shaped curse, casting a spell while laughing wildly.

Sensing Alan's footsteps, she turned back alertly, and when she saw Alan, her eyes flickered, and she lowered her wand pointing at the criminals, hiding it behind her.

Allen looked at the three criminals in the room. Apparently the criminal who was being tortured by Penelope with a heart-traveling mantra has gone crazy. A criminal curled up in the corner of the wall had dull eyes, and his eyes were dull. And there was another who looked at all this in horror, obviously frightened.

"Allen, you are doing Dementor experiments, you need to observe the process and consequences of being kissed by Dementors in different states, I just want to help you prepare in advance." Penello explained.

"Jeffrey Leonardamo, he will kidnap his prey of interest, then kill it, and eventually eat it. He chiseled the victim's skull and poured it into mercury. After the corpse was maimed and then dismembered and eaten The **** and other favorite foods are refrigerated. The rest are processed in a sulfuric acid pond. I found a large number of human heads and residual limbs in his house. There are also cut human flesh.

"How about two more?" Allen asked.

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