Chapter 625 Footprints

It is said that house elves have wandless spellcasting talents, with a high level of spellcasting, quick spell casting expertise, silent spell casting expertise, combat casting expertise, self-regeneration expertise...

Well, okay, I can't make it up anymore. This is more DND. According to the HP world, this is a group of powerful magical creatures who are born with the ability to cast spells without a wand.

But they were feared and enslaved by wizards many years ago.

Otherwise, with the weak magical abilities of modern wizards, they would have been pinned to the ground and rubbed by house elves.

Please be sure not to refer to Dumbledore, because everyone knows that wizards in this world are divided into Dumbledore and other wizards, and of course, now there may be a Voldemort inserted.

And this is just the most basic house elf ability.

As a being with a low status in the family and having to deal with all kinds of troubles for wizards, even their masters don't know how far house elves can grow.

Right now, Kreacher showed off his unique skills for everyone.

Kreacher's eyes were filled with green light, and there were countless footprints in his sight. After getting rid of the messy footprints, he found his target.

The footprints of Ron Weasley.

"He stood here for a long time, facing over there." Kreacher said, pointing to the ground and then to the woods in the distance.

The place they were in was an open area between two tents. There were wizards walking around, and they seemed to be preparing for a social barbecue.

"Why is Ron looking over there?" Hermione frowned in confusion, "It makes no sense at all, it's just a forest over there."

Ginny thought thoughtfully, "Did I see something interesting, so I stood there for a while."

"Maybe she's a pretty girl." Fred said with a smile, then the smile disappeared and he said seriously, "It can't be a pretty boy, right?"

As he spoke, he winked at his brother.

George shook his head helplessly and sighed, "Mr. Ronald has grown up."

Mr. Weasley scolded the two of them displeasedly, "Be serious! Your brother is lost! This is a big deal!"

The twins calmed down a little.

"Kreacher thinks what the two gentlemen said makes sense." Kreacher looked around and pointed to a place and said, "There turned out to be a woman standing here. Her body was very light. The young master was following her. Let’s go, the two of us went to the woods together.”

"Women, grove, this is already a very obvious reminder." The twins whistled in unison, "Ron is really amazing, are you going to do something meaningful during the day?"

"What are you talking about!" Ginny blushed and stared angrily at her two unreliable brothers, "Pay attention to me! Fred!"

Fred looked at her innocently. There was nothing he could do about this little sister. "We were talking about holding hands and kissing. Where did you go?"

Ginny rolled her eyes, I believed you!

"In that case, let's go over and take a look." Mr. Weasley held the wand in his hand, as if he wanted to take the lead.

Sirius interrupted him, "As an Auror, of course I should be the first to explore the way."

As he spoke, he strode forward with rapid strides.

Lupine shook his head helplessly, looked at Kreacher, and said gently, "Sorry to trouble you, Kreacher."

Kreacher bowed and disappeared.

It should have used the Illusion Charm or blindfold to follow everyone around and did not leave.

This is a necessary skill for house elves to minimize their presence and not be noticed by others.

Sirius frowned as soon as he stepped into the woods.

It was obviously a small forest, but it was so eerie that it sent chills down your back, without even a little bit of light around it.

"Be careful." Sirius said, waving his wand, and the tip of the wand glowed brightly like an incandescent lamp, dispelling a small patch of darkness in front of him.

The little wizards lit up their wands one after another and carefully observed their surroundings.

"These trees look a lot like burnt arms..." Ginny said with some worry, "Isn't Ron planted here too..."

"???"

"!!!"

Girl, your point of view is very sharp!

Everyone walked forward silently, and in the darkness, someone seemed to be peeping at them.

It was like there was a heavy bell pressing on their hearts, and the atmosphere was extremely oppressive. Just when they couldn't hold it any longer, a bright white light suddenly lit up on their chests.

The ornaments Robert gave them worked, pulling them out of their endless terror.

Fred gasped for air, which was a little loud in the silent forest.

"What happened just now?" Fred patted his chest with lingering fear, "I feel like I can't breathe!"

George also looked concerned, "Yes, yes, it's terrible!"

Ignoring the two people's tricks, Sirius asked softly, "Kreacher, did you find anything?"

Kreacher's voice came, "The footprints have disappeared, Master."

Sirius' heart sank.

The footprints disappeared? Doesn't that mean that the Weasley cub was attacked and taken away?

"I'll look for it." Robert took out his stone. After a while, the small stone stumbled towards the depths of the forest.

Everyone quickly followed.

They didn't go far before they saw a Gothic-shaped castle looming in the black dry woods. However, upon closer inspection, they saw that it was actually a tent, which made several people a little confused.

Why set up a castle-style tent in a dark forest?

Are you a fan of vampire culture, or are there really a bunch of vampires coming to watch the game?

The scene in front of him was as if an ignorant passerby accidentally stepped into the vampire's castle, eerie, depressing, and terrifying.

"Is there a vampire here?" Fred asked curiously, "A vampire like Mr. Rose?"

"You really know Ross!" A feminine voice sounded, and everyone was startled. They turned around and saw a person standing on the dead tree behind them. He was a young man who looked similar to Robert. Big, still in the stage of changing his voice, he speaks like a drake.

As if he had received some hint, after he finished speaking, several shadowy figures appeared behind the man.

They all have one characteristic. They look very young, less than twenty years old. Their eyes are glowing red, with red blood vessels emerging from the corners of their eyes. They stare at the wizards at their feet with a look of hatred.

Everyone was a little confused for a moment. What is going on?