Hogwarts Dark Lord Reserve

"Pull off their clothes." Charlotte walked a little further, and the tall man directed the other two to line them up, with the three headless ones on the left.

Charlotte didn't shy away from looking at their naked bodies, which she had seen too much on the dissecting table.

The black robe was stripped clean, the bones felt like they were about to pierce the skin, the smell was disgusting, and mud was all over the body after rubbing.

"The death row prisoners found in the prison." The tall man concluded that he recognized the symbols carved on the arms of those people, which were marked only for prisoners who were about to be executed.

"It seems that the mastermind behind this time has a lot of background in the Magic Congress." Charlotte was a little puzzled, this is not like Alex's style of doing things.

He wouldn't come to assassinate her when he wasn't absolutely sure, it would only scare the snake, although Charlotte never lowered her defenses against him.

"Maybe he doesn't know about it..." Charlotte murmured, and the three of them didn't make any movement to interrupt her train of thought.

The tall man looked around vigilantly, his eyes glanced at the slightly heaving chest of the dead body, he blinked to confirm that he was not mistaken, realized something, pulled Charlotte away vigilantly, and protected her behind him.

"Stand back, away from the corpses!" he growled.

His two companions sneaked into the shadows immediately, and their trust in their companions made them execute without hesitation. Charlotte also reacted quickly, raising the armor body that was enough to cover the two of them.

boom!

Regardless of whether they were living or dead attackers, their limbs and viscera were covered in blood and flesh, and the stench and pungent smell of blood filled the space, but the four of them were not affected by this smell.

A piece of intestine was blown to her feet, and Charlotte glanced at it in disgust.

Except for the head that was put away by them, the assailant had been blown up to the point where he couldn't make up a complete body.

The accident happened too quickly, but fortunately no one was injured, the two hiding in the shadows did not wait for Charlotte's order, and turned over with their bare hands in the pile of viscera.

Putting the small metal pieces found in front of Charlotte, Charlotte looked at them. There was a relatively complete piece of metal with timing numbers on it, burnt electric wires, and metal pieces depicting magic patterns. Charlotte knows that it is generally used to make explosive magic patterns in magic fireworks.

"It was a good hand."

Charlotte's face was gloomy, and her fingers were holding her wand. The slightest carelessness in dealing with these people will kill you. When these people first died, they were very vigilant, but as time passed, their vigilance dropped. Who would have thought that these people had no intention of letting the attackers survive in the first place, and put bombs on their bodies.

Connected to the heartbeat, the bomb will start timing when the heartbeat stops, and when the set time is reached, even if they can't be killed, they will still make money if they are injured or disabled.

"Clean up here," Charlotte ordered. "By the way, engrave something on your face..."

After dealing with these things, it was past half of the night. Charlotte left the protective cover. The street lights could not illuminate her figure, and the protective cover behind her slowly disintegrated and dissipated.

Kicked out of a tavern for having no money to drink, a drunken drunk, walking crookedly, tripping over a raised flagstone, falling on a cold road, curled up with an empty bottle in his arms Resisting the cold, I fell asleep directly on the side of the road.

The morning sun fell on this land, and Charlotte, who hadn't slept all night, opened a room in a nearby tavern where she could stay, wrote a letter overnight, folded it into a carrier pigeon, and released it.

From the wallet, I took out a piece of parchment tied with a red string, unfolded it, took a look, took out the prepared compound soup, and took it, turning myself into a middle-aged man with no special features, and turned into a mirror. Clothes, after confirming that they are correct, go down the stairs.

Strong wooden windows, old furniture, the sound of drunks on the first floor fighting, laughing and beating did not stop until early in the morning. The wooden table in the hall was full of people who had been drinking all night, and some of them fell to the ground directly. , Charlotte turned a blind eye and left the tavern.

The drunkard sleeping on the side of the road was awakened by the biting cold wind, rubbed his red eyes, staggered and stood up while supporting the flower pot, arched his body, exhaled with his hands constantly, to warm himself up quickly, and dragged his body , Alcohol played a role in his body, which made him a little unclear about the scene in front of him.

He thought there was a person in front of him, and he drank too much last night, so he was so drunk that he had only one head and no body. Head, trying to wake up.

The head was dangling in front of him, and he slapped the head away in a fit of alcohol, and it fell to the ground, spinning around. He used too much strength, and hung the two connected ones on the street lamp. His head was also beaten down.

He hugged one of the heads, and his eyes met. Now that he was sober from the wine, he stopped shaking, and the miserable cry rang far, far away.

The store didn't open so early. By the time the store owner rushed over, the place had already been taken over by the Aurors and completely sealed off.

Through the portrait, Charlotte came to a dirty and cramped alley. The accumulated debris and garbage made it even more difficult to pass through. The loose brick wall felt like it could collapse with a little force.

Walking down the steps, I came to a dilapidated door, knocked on the door, the latch on the door was opened, and a pair of brown eyes appeared, looking vigilantly at the tall middle-aged man outside, to confirm that there was nothing unusual Then let him in.

The room was filled with smoky smoke that pierced into the lungs. Charlotte coughed uncomfortably, and the crackling music rang in her ears. Blue chip skirt.

Although Charlotte couldn't understand what this guy was singing, she glanced around and sat in a remote corner.

This is the Blind Pig Bar, a paradise for criminals and illegal traders. It is even worse than the environment of the Pig's Head Bar. This is Charlotte's first impression of it. Aberforth will clean it at least every half a year. own tavern.

Empty wine glasses and cigarette butts are everywhere here, and numb house elves shuttle between the guests, holding trays, and handing them ordered drinks. If something goes wrong, these guys will take cigarette butts and burn them. on the elf.

The elves could only shrink their heads, not daring to resist their bad behavior.

Charlotte yelled, allowing the house-elf to escape from the man. The man who hadn't finished venting his anger gave Charlotte a hard look, and was forced to retreat by Charlotte's fierce eyes.

People here like to bully soft persimmons the most. You have to show that you are fearless so as not to attract others' bullying.

Charlotte dropped a few quintessence pots and ordered a few glasses of wine on the tray.

The elf was very fast. It respectfully put the wine on the table and asked Charlotte if there was anything else she needed.

"It's gone for now, but..." Charlotte reached out and pressed the smoke scar on the elf's body. The elf was so scared that he didn't dare to move. A cool feeling came from his shoulder, and the elf watched the smoke scar disappear. , the aching place on his body no longer hurts, and he looked at Charlotte gratefully with wide eyes.

Charlotte waved her hand, organized the words that the elf wanted to thank, and asked him to prepare some fruit.

Looking at the door, after waiting for about 10 minutes, the person she was waiting for finally arrived. The man was two meters tall, burly, with a beard on his face. He looked around at the people in the tavern, and walked straight to the door. Charlotte sat down in front of her.

He didn't hesitate to pick up the wine glass on the table and drink it, and Charlotte didn't stop him. These wines were originally ordered for him, and they were all high-strength alcohol. Flame whiskey was his favorite.