The Soul of Hogwarts Across Worlds

Chapter 46 Long Live the Dark Lord

Nor did the British Auror offices do nothing after the Melda family's Greater Glasgow Museum was robbed.

Of course, they also attacked around in accordance with the regulations, patrolling the trail of the attackers everywhere.

But with little effect.

The group of attackers seemed to have evaporated from the world, no matter how hard they searched, they couldn't find any traces.

Some Aurors even raised the idea that the attackers had escaped the UK.

But there is no evidence for this idea.

Moreover, a cross-country search is an extremely cumbersome matter, which will involve multiple departments of the Ministry of Magic.

Office of the Minister of Magic and Back Office, Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters, Department of International Magical Cooperation is required.

And because there's also the loss of magic items involved, even the Department of Mysteries gets involved.

In short, the Ministry of Magic will definitely not spend manpower and material resources to hunt people across borders because of such a thankless task.

In fact, what the entire Ministry of Magic did not expect was that the group of thugs had never left England at all, and they were even under the nose of the Ministry of Magic, in London.

Pick a Muggle house at random, and quickly kill the Muggles living in the house.Then the doves occupy the magpie's nest, their actions are so simple, quite like Grindelwald back then.

"Philmont Burt, do you fucking know how to cast spells?" In a dimly lit room, a man with a hideous appearance was holding up his wand and yelling at the man sitting next to him who was flipping through an ancient book. road.

The not-so-large room was filled with a smell of blood. From the photos on the desk, it could be concluded that these two were definitely not the owners of this room.

"Did you know that the whole of Britain is now hunting us down with Aurors. It's your fucking fault. Your damn magic, your damn plans."

The man pointed at by the wand looked only 27 or [-] years old. He looked pretty good, and his figure was considered slender.It's just that at this moment, his face is pale and frightening, and he has an aura that strangers should not enter.

"Call me back, are you fucking deaf?"

The guy holding the wand was completely irritated by Philemon's indifferent look. He raised the wand with both hands and stared at Philemon fiercely.It seemed that some evil curse was about to be uttered in the next second.

"Avada Kedavra."

A miserable green light flashed, and the man fell to the ground.There was no sound.

"You are still the same, Philemon." A man who was also young walked in with a sneer outside the house, and he was not surprised by what happened in the house.

He even swung his stick, chanted a certain spell, and counted until white flames emerged from the ground out of thin air, and within a few breaths, he devoured the corpse that fell on the ground.

"Stupid Englishman." The man said contemptuously, before looking up at Philemon.

"How's the magic going?"

"Okay." Philemon said without raising his head.He still lowered his head and kept flipping through the ancient books in his hands.

"Okay, let's try tonight." Doppler said coldly.There was a terrible light in his eyes.

He tightly clutched the necklace he was wearing around his neck, which was a necklace with the Deathly Hallows logo.

"All for the greater good," Doppler said enthusiastically.

Only then did Philemon raise his head. He met Doppler's fiery eyes, and finally said calmly, "All for the greater good."

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The time soon came to night. In December, the point where the sun is directly exposed to the sun is gradually moving south, and the sky always gets dark very quickly.

"How are you getting ready?" Doppler asked Philemon eagerly.Now they are only one step away from success.He absolutely cannot bear the most critical failure.

"no problem."

Compared to the impatient Doppler, Philemon was much calmer, and he placed the prepared magic items on the ground one by one.

Then he squatted on the floor, holding the wand and releasing the magic power, engraving complex magic patterns on the ground.

It's a big project.

Although Philemon has practiced countless times.But it's still a big project.

He needs to describe more than dozens or hundreds of runes.

Instead, there are as many as [-].

The competition is not only his intelligence, but also his physical strength.

Even he, who knew all the magic lines clearly, had to rest several times in the middle.

"Have you checked everything around here?" Philemon asked rigorously while taking a short break.

He was about to get to the critical point, and he didn't want to be disturbed.Thus all previous efforts are wasted.

"Don't worry, I've already checked. The Muggles around here are not at home. The only one with people is a Muggle dentist. I just put a sleeping spell on their family to ensure that they can sleep until dawn."

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"Sleeping Curse?"

Lives in the suburbs of London, and someone in the family is a dentist.

Naturally, this reminds one of a certain Hermione.

Unfortunately, this group of thugs really chose Hermione's neighbors as their base.

It was the last two days of the Christmas holiday, and Hermione went to bed early this day, because she had to catch the Hogwarts train tomorrow!

If Doppler hadn't sneaked into her house quietly, Hermione would never have noticed the abnormality in the house next door.

The Vitras had already mentioned that their family would spend Christmas in Wales this year, and Hermione thought that there was no one next door these days.

"wizard?"

Half asleep and half awake, Hermione was awakened by the sound of something hitting her.

She squeezed her hands and feet and half leaned against the door, and vaguely saw a stranger breaking into her house.

Hermione thought the man was a thief or something until he pulled out his wand.

The moment the stranger cast a spell on her father, she really wanted to rush out and fight him.

But she also calmed down after seeing that the man had just stunned her father with a sleeping spell.

The other party is an adult wizard, and he is terrifying and vicious. He is not a character to be trifled with at first glance, and he is undoubtedly hitting a stone with an egg when he rushes out now.

After confirming that the other party had no intention of hurting her parents, Hermione decisively chose to go back to bed and pretend to be asleep.

After putting on the armor for herself first, Hermione lay down on the bed pretending to be calm.quietly waiting.

"Huh? Is there anyone else?"

A slightly sharp sound sounded, which made Hermione, who was half lying on the bed, extremely nervous.She closed her eyes tightly, pretending that she was really asleep.

"Hmph." Doppler's icy tone revealed a bit of sarcasm.

"It turned out to be a Muggle brat."

He wasn't surprised.Since he's already cast a spell on everyone in the block, this is the last one.

After taking out his wand and casting the Sleeping Curse on Hermione on the bed, Doppler quickly turned and left.

There are more important things tonight, waiting for him to witness!
Dumbledore, you are damned!
(End of this chapter)