Hogwarts I have been guarding Azkaban for ten years

The last person Browder sent away was the girl in blue who discovered the fat man. Before she left, she timidly said something to Browder.

The news was important to Browder.

This shepherd actually has a very severe mysophobia and doesn't like anyone touching his personal belongings.

Judging from the degree of his illness, it was at least a paranoid level, but after Browder came in for such a long time, the shepherd still didn't feel anything.

"What a kind man." Harvey said aloud after seeing what Browder did.

"All things have animism. As long as they are spiritually intelligent, they should be the same people as us."

"I don't think so. Muggles are useful, not useless. But they are useful in other ways. As wizards, we have our own noble side, how can we compare with this kind of thing?"

Browder smiled: "It doesn't matter, everyone has their own persistence. As long as it doesn't hurt other people, it's okay."

"What do you think of the master here?"

After a few words, Harvey saw that his and Browder's views couldn't be peeed in the same pot, so he wisely dropped the topic and focused on the matter at hand.

"I just got a lot of things from the mouths of these Muggles. I sorted out the order roughly. I guess the owner of this room must have magical abilities.

He regards these female Muggles as sheep, which means that in his world, there is a higher-level god who needs him to worship, which is very suspicious.

Because we wizards have possessed various miraculous magical abilities from a very early age, our reasonable explanations of the natural world are much more mature than those of Muggles.

We believe more in our ancestor Merlin, and we rarely hear of wizards believing in other gods.

Therefore, either this person has some ulterior deal with that god, or this person is a wizard from other places. There are only two possibilities.

No matter what the possibility is, the crimes he has committed here are countless, and I must kill this wizard. "

Browder's eyes flashed coldly, but his tone was very calm, as if he was talking about a small matter.

The source of everything that happened here was that this wizard did not regard Muggles as independent people, but as his own private collections, even the kind of private collections that could be harmed and destroyed at will.

If Browder hadn't seen it, he wouldn't have bothered to take care of it.

But now that you have seen it, you can do a little bit. If a country cannot sweep the snow, it can still sweep the snow in front of the house.

Harvey looked at Browder, and his evaluation of Browder dropped to another level.

His attitude towards Muggles was similar to that of humans towards livestock. Anyway, he did not regard Muggles as one of his own.

If the need arises, he, like Grindelwald, is the kind of person who can treat Muggles as inferior beings. .seven

According to the nine-square grid, he and Grindelwald belong to orderly evil, while Browder belongs to chaotic neutrality and does things entirely based on his own preferences.

If this is the case, Browder will definitely be his and Grindelwald's opponent in the future.

Should we get rid of him here?

Harvey looked at Browder who was busy observing the scene and began to think seriously about this issue.

"I heard from those Muggles that the real owner of this house seems to be a paranoid germaphobe. We can use some special methods."

When Harvey and Harvey arrived outside the wooden house, with a wave of Browder's hand, the house was filled with colorful colors, as if someone had drawn heavy strokes on it with a pen.

Browder then began his own artless freestyle graffiti.

If we were to use a few words to describe the current situation, ghost painting talisman would undoubtedly be the best footnote.

After Browder finished painting, he closed his eyes and felt the surrounding situation, but nothing happened.

It seems that something more exciting is needed.

"Is this really effective? Why do I feel like it's useless?" Harvey was puzzled by Browder's method.

"There is nothing we can do. If this guy really wants to hide, where can we find him in this vast mountain!"

Browder snapped his fingers, and then a ball of flame rose into the sky, and the flames spurted out and flew towards the wooden house with the strong wind.

"Damn it! Don't go too far!"

Just when the flames were about to engulf the wooden house, a sad and angry voice sounded.

Browder was not surprised but overjoyed, the real master finally came out!

Harvey's eyes also focused and he rushed forward, ready to catch the wizard!

I saw a small bat rushing out in the moonlight and rushing towards the flames, looking like a fearless warrior.

Browder contained his flames in time. This little thing had opened a little girl kingdom here. I definitely couldn't let him go just like that.

"Quickly imprisoned!"

Harvey took the lead and directly released the chain and hit the little bat.

This is a vampire clan.

Browder had sharp eyes and was well-informed, and he quickly recognized the true identity of the little guy in front of him.

I just don’t know what level of vampire it is.

Vampires, like werewolves, are also magical creatures in this world.

They are most well known for their love of human blood and their fatal temptation power.

Of course, because they are so famous, even Muggles know that this guy is afraid of sunlight, holy water, and possibly useful garlic.

In reality, vampires are also very dangerous creatures. Their fighting ability is definitely not inferior to wizards, and because of their longevity, they can sometimes come up with some weird little spells. Many wizards have suffered from this.

As soon as Harvey's chain was released, Browder also started his own attack, directly holding his hands and making a gesture.

The air around the little bat suddenly seemed to condense together. The solidified air was like a mass of substance, changing from gas to liquid and finally to solid.

It's like a process in which flowing tree branches and leaves wrap around a small insect and then turn it into amber.

The little bat is like a poor little creature struggling in a sandpit. The more it struggles, the harder it is to escape.

Just when Browder and Harvey thought they had the little guy on their hands, there was a sudden thud.

The little bat turned into a ball of blood mist, disappeared physically, and then appeared in another place.

It rushed towards the house at lightning speed, and then the whole bat turned into black smoke and disappeared.

Browder snapped his fingers again.

A spell prohibiting teleportation was activated.

There was a distortion in the air, and a bat carrying a small package appeared.