Chapter 93 The ‘strange figure’ in the parchment scroll
"Oh? Someone is coming?" Lucius looked to the other side.
Under the moonlight, a group of figures wearing dark robes and cloaks came from a distance, seemingly attracted by the movement just now.
But Lucius quickly frowned: "It seems to be an Auror from the Ministry of Magic?"
When he saw those people, those people also saw him.
Lucius quickly put on another face, smiled, and stepped forward: "Dear Auror friends from the Ministry of Magic, did you hear what happened just now and came to check it out?"
The middle-aged man headed by the Auror glanced at him: "Who are you?"
"I am a friend of Minister Fudge, Lucius Malfoy." Lucius smiled.
"Oh?" The middle-aged Auror looked at him in surprise. It took him a while to react and smiled: "It turns out to be Mr. Lucius. When you came to the Ministry of Magic before, I saw you from a distance. Unfortunately, then You and I didn’t know each other at that time.”
"Don't we know each other now?" Lucius responded with a smile, "I wonder what you call me?"
The two had a brief chat. The middle-aged Auror looked around the alley and asked, "Mr. Lucius was also attracted by the movement here. Did he see the two people fighting here?"
Lucius shook his head quickly: "I was just one step ahead of you. I was staying nearby, but I was frightened by the noise here. I came over to check, but I didn't see a single person."
He expressed regret that he could not help the Aurors, and then excused himself because he was tired.
"It seems that there was indeed a fierce fighting." The middle-aged Auror walked into the alley.
He saw the ruins, the dead branches and leaves and rubble and tiles all over the place, and the burn marks everywhere.
The middle-aged Auror squatted on the ground, picked up a dead leaf with his hand, rubbed it gently, and it turned into fly ash.
"There are magic fluctuations from the Transformation Spell on these dead leaves." He looked around.
Under the night, the ground was actually covered with dead branches and leaves. He immediately sighed: "On the fighting side, there is a wizard with a terrifyingly deep magical power."
"Captain." A young Auror brought the news, "Akoman Nari should have participated in this fight. I have hunted him down and learned about his special magic fluctuations."
The middle-aged Auror said: "Akomen Nari? Are you talking about the bloody-handed alchemist with slippery hands?"
The young Auror nodded: "It's him. This Blood Hand Alchemist should have taken the initiative. I have fought with him before. He is not weak. He should have won the fight."
The middle-aged Auror stared at the fire marks and dead branches and leaves on the ground. He pondered for a while, shook his head and said, "Then you may have guessed wrong."
He said: "The person who died was probably Akoman Nari, and the one who survived was a shape-shifting wizard, a shape-shifting wizard who was not very strong but was good at ambush."
"Ah?" The young Auror was startled, a little unbelievable. The dark wizard who once escaped from the hands of the Auror many times is now dead here?
"Ambushing him in Knockturn Alley at night, this transfiguration wizard is probably not an efficient person." Middle-aged Auror Si ordered: "Put him on the observation list, code name..."
He thought for a while and continued: "The code name is tentatively named 'Shadow'."
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"What an exciting night."
In the room on the second floor of the tavern, Meka Anders fell lightly and turned into a human form in the room. He simply cleaned himself up and then began to count his harvest.
"'Thunderbolt Explosion Curse'?" Meka first picked up a black-covered notebook and flipped through it, feeling a little surprised.
This black leather notebook records Akomen Nari's learning process of the Thunderbolt Explosion Curse, from scratch to beginning, from shallow to deep, and explained clearly.
The parchment Mekar had obtained from Professor Quirrell's Thunderbolt Explosion Curse only recorded how to learn this spell, and nothing else.
In Akoman Nari's notebook, various learning points and precautions are clearly written and densely packed with notes. It can be seen that he put a lot of effort into it.
He studied this spell intensively and even gained his own unique insights from the Thunderbolt Explosion Curse, which helped him better learn and cast this spell.
This just solved some of the questions that Meka had accumulated during this period of learning the 'Thunderbolt Explosion Curse'. He felt that with these notes, he would soon be able to learn the 'Thunderbolt Explosion Curse' and improve it to a certain level of proficiency. Spend.
Meka put away the black notebook and picked up a money bag. The bag also had room to expand, and it was filled with gold galleons.
"This is too much." Meka clicked her tongue.
He knew that Akoman Nari must have accumulated a lot of wealth based on his 'bloody business', but he did not expect that the amount would be so large.
Looking back on this year, he worked hard to refine so many 'high-quality' potions. He made money so fast that it was probably unprecedented, and he was the first person to have seen a lot of money.
But now I saw the gold coins piled up like a mountain in the bag, and I was still a little speechless.
Meka counted the gold coins here and found that the gold coins here amounted to six thousand three hundred and sixty gold galleons. Counting the money spent on the 'Parchment' that Akoman Nari had taken before, he originally had almost Wan Jin is a truly wealthy person.
"In the end, such a person died in my hands for more than a thousand gold coins."
Meka felt that Akomen Nari did this because he was out of his mind, and he probably would have suffered a lot in normal times.
Then, he felt pain for not being able to get the alchemical items of Acoman Nari. The alchemical items that could be sold at such a high price must have "real materials".
"But it's okay." Meka shook his head quickly again.
Such alchemical products stained with human blood are probably like some weird black magic, and they have terrible side effects when used.
If used for a long time, you might become a kind of "neurotic".
"The biggest gain should be this." Meka smiled.
He took out the last trophy, which was the "parchment" that looked very old. He missed it at the secret auction and now it is finally in his hands.
A certain space in his mind was flickering, and there was a strange figure in it, which made Meka feel that the owner of the will in it might not be a human, but some kind of magical animal.
"The will of some magical animal?" Meka was very curious.
He always thought that the space in his mind could only get the legacy from wizards, but now he saw a non-human figure appearing in the darkness of his mind.
He also expected that if it was a magical animal, what kind of legacy could he get from it?
"Do I have a chance to get another 'bloodline' from a magical animal?" Meka was a little excited.
But he then rejected this idea, because according to Ole Bullock's theory, a person can only have one bloodline, without exception.
But he soon relaxed because he still expected that he could get something from the magical animal that was blessed by nature that wizards did not have?
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