HP leap time

The night was hazy, and everything was silent.

The air smelled of damp asphalt and faint rust.

This is a small abandoned square, not far from the residential area.On the east side of the square, there are some fragmented sports equipment covered with brown-blue rust like a creeper in autumn.

To the west of it are rows of artificial trees, with weeds and green vines growing wildly beside it.The streets in the residential area, dimly illuminated by street lights, are covered with uniform light and shadow, but from time to time they will be disturbed by some stray cats passing by.

"Pfft..." The crackling sound echoed in the air from nowhere.

With the sudden sound of heavy panting, several figures hastily landed on the empty small square.

Four men in strange robes looked around nervously, as if they were afraid that some terrorist would emerge from the darkness of the grass.

The chunky man near the fitness equipment had long black hair in a mess, and his face was as dirty as if he had just fallen into a trash can at the intersection.He tightly held the small wooden stick in his hand and was waving something, muttering words.

"They won't find it here..." Another middle-aged man murmured. "This is a Muggle place, they won't invade easily..."

The others didn't respond to him, and they drew closer, waving their wands and casting defensive spells around them.

"Go away, Ponte." The strong man with a beard pushed away the person beside him in disgust.The man staggered, his face flushed with anger, he turned his head and gave him a vicious look, the terrifying scar on his face made him even more vicious.

"Are you staring at me? Loser!" The bearded man approached him dangerously, looking half a head taller than him. "If it weren't for your goofing, the Aurors wouldn't have discovered it!"

"You've been working there for so long, you should know better than us what kind of terrifying existence they are!"

"Of course I know!" The scarred face called Ponte growled in defiance.

"Then look what you've done! Drag us into the water!" He raised his wand and pointed it at the opponent's nose and roared. "Don't even think about getting a single seed of the things you traded! Bastard!"

"Don't point your wand at me!" Scarface raised his wand too, but it looked less imposing.

"They're all our own!" The short, fat man stopped them, his eyes full of impatience. "Think about the current situation!"

"Also, put away your villainous face, Luke!" The short fat man said hoarsely as he looked at the tall bearded man with fierce eyes and lips trembling with anger. "Still thinking about your weapons inventory... Aurors never give up on anything related to the dark arts, worry about your own life!"

"And you, Ponte." He looked at the angry scarred face again, but his expression was extremely indifferent. "If everyone can escape this time... I won't let you go..."

For a moment no one spoke again, they gasped and stared at each other.

There are no stars and moons in the sky, only a yellowish hazy black curtain dyed by street lamps, and a swing with embroidery in the distance sways gently without wind.

"Stay here well..." The middle-aged man who hadn't spoken all this time took back his wand. He had been concentrating on casting various range spells here just now. "Muggle areas generally have magic circles that monitor magic fluctuations..."

As soon as the words fell, the other three showed terrified expressions. None of them remembered this, so they used so many spells just now... wouldn't they clearly show their location...

"But obviously not here." The middle-aged man glanced at them sarcastically and stopped talking.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, just like experiencing the feeling of jumping into the ice cellar naked.

"But how is it possible? I mean...it's not covered by a magic circle..." The bearded man shrugged, trying to show that he wasn't worried at all.

"How is it possible... ho!" the short and fat man said sarcastically. "Perhaps the Muggles on this street are actually Aurors... We've been arrested long ago..."

"No." The middle-aged man denied, and he looked thoughtfully at the dimly lit signboard in the distance, which vaguely read Privet Drive **, and the shadows of trees in different shades swayed underneath. . "This place is indeed covered by the magic circle...it's just...it seems...isolated from the outside world..."

"Is it short-circuited?" Ponte cracked his mouth and showed a smirk, and the terrifying scar squirmed wantonly on his face. "The Ministry of Magic has always had all sorts of loopholes... there's always been a bunch of idiots and mean-faced vampires..."

"I still keep you, Ponte." The bearded man sneered maliciously, waving his arms a little crazy, like an underdeveloped chimpanzee. "You're their traitor, taking a meager salary in the Ministry of Magic and playing terrorist behind the scenes to resell black magic weapons... You're a more hated traitor than idiot vampires! Ponte!"

"They're a bunch of bloody snobs!" Scarface hissed and cursed. "I can't bear to live under other people's noses!"

"Yeah! You did it now! Your identity has been discovered...you can never go back!" he continued, his voice full of manic laughter. "You are nothing now, and you have betrayed us..."

He burst out laughing. "You are nothing now! Ponte! Everything has been ruined by you! Everything has been destroyed! Everything is gone... The stronghold has been controlled, and my brothers have been arrested..."

"They can't be saved, but we can!" Ponte continued unwillingly. "Survive today...tomorrow we can escape to a farther place...where they can't find it!"

"There is no place that the Aurors can't find..." A desperate voice slowly came out from his beard, and he pulled his hair frantically... "I bet the Aurors have firmly controlled the range... We can't Get through today..."

"Slap." The short and fat man slapped him hard on the head, making him dizzy, and the tall man staggered and fell to the ground. "You good-for-nothing guy...why didn't I see you so cowardly when I was selling weapons!?"

"They've all been arrested...Boss..." Tears welled up in his eyes, and he covered his face in dismay, thick hair protruding from his nails. "They will be sent to Azkaban..."

"It's all to blame on that Sirius Black..." he continued viciously. "If it hadn't been for his return to cleanse Black's abandoned property for so long, they wouldn't be showing their feet on that branch line... No one is wary of him, a primitive man who came out of Azkaban... ..."

"What did you say?" Ponte suddenly said in horror. "Where the loopholes first appeared..."

"Who knew that Black and Scrimgeour had certain contacts..." he continued to mock.

"So my identity was discovered, and the stronghold was breached...in fact, it was planned by the Aurors a long time ago? So, Scrimgeour has already started investigating this line, and it was all started by your idiots Is it a blatant transaction in an industry that others have abandoned to be new?" Ponte laughed anxiously. "Like a stupid lobster falling into a fishing net step by step..."

"No, you fool!" The man on the ground raised his angry head. "It was your greed and despicableness that were used by them! You lured them here! After you knew that you had been discovered!"

"So what, you will be caught sooner or later, won't you?" Ponte licked his lips and said viciously.

"Shut up, Ponte." The chunky man finally spoke. "I should have seen your virtue a long time ago. If it weren't for you, a shameless person, I could have led the core to perfectly avoid these crimes..."

"Very good..." Ponte smiled while clapping his hands. "Apparently some people have forgotten who fought so hard to get them out of the hands of the Aurors... So what is to be done now? Kill me?"

"I won't kill you, at least for now." The chunky man clenched his fists fiercely as he watched Ponte sneer ironically. "If you want to survive, put away your hatred, tonight is still very long, no one can guarantee that they can escape this disaster"

The meowing came from nowhere, and the sound echoed clearly in the air. They didn't look at each other, they looked around vigilantly, hoping that their spells were enough to protect themselves.

"A very clever technique." The middle-aged man said lightly, but his brows were tightly frowned. "The system of a part of the magic circle here is controlled, making it impossible to communicate with the magic circle outside...but it doesn't destroy it at all, so it can be hidden..."

"What the hell are you doing?" The chunky man narrowed his eyes and looked at him. This was a familiar client of his. When the incident happened, he was still making a deal with himself.A mysterious guy.

"It's man-made..." The middle-aged man didn't answer him, but gradually became serious. "Definitely man-made..."

"What do you mean?"

"There should be wizards here, very powerful and experienced."

"You mean here?" said Ponte, still unable to hold back his grip on his wand. "Don't be ridiculous... there are only a bunch of stupid Muggles here."

"Let's get out of here..." The middle-aged man took a few steps back and nervously looked at the short, fat man closest to him. "Our big magic fluctuation definitely affected the magic circle...and the magic circle here belongs to that wizard."

"But, but... the other party doesn't know whether it's an enemy or a friend... doesn't it? Maybe he doesn't have the guts to report on us." The bearded man began to panic.

Ponte was the first to react. He looked around vigilantly, and finally stuck close to the middle-aged man. "Whether it's an enemy or a friend, instead of guessing whether he has the intention of reporting... it's better to change the place."

"It's too late..." The middle-aged man's breathing stagnated.

The other three also began to feel a chill in their bodies.

Not far from them, the rusty swing swayed without wind, creaking like a broken chainsaw...