Late at night, next to the Granite War Memorial Lighthouse on Greyrock Hill, a guy who doesn't look like a nice guy is wandering around this iconic building. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although he did his best to hide the look of what he was trying to find, the presence of someone in the wilderness at this point in time was a very unusual thing in itself - but the dutiful lampkeeper had no time to spot the anomaly tonight, and he fell asleep as he worked with a short stick.

Just when the man wondered if there was any error in his arrangement, he suddenly felt a chill from the back of his neck, and just as he was about to quickly turn around and teach the sneak attacker a lesson, a voice that he remembered very well sounded: "Long time no see—dear Mr. Auror." ”

As soon as the first word came out, the controlled Auror gave up his intention to resist - whether it was the experience of the two of them knowing each other before, or the news coming out of the Ilvermorny Academy of Magic and Wizardry now, it was telling him that the little wizard who was holding an unknown object against him at the moment was definitely not a good stubble, and if he dared to resist, what awaited him would be to knock him out and control it first.

"Okay - Alan yes, like the note we secretly passed to you, we just wanted to have a good talk with you. After putting on makeup, the Aurors were ready to spread their hands and show their kindness.

Unfortunately, he responded with an electric current that paralyzed him for a while, and then a hand lightly pulled his wand from his clothes - as if it had been taken out of his own pocket.

"Is this alright? Sure there is no danger?" The Auror could only smile bitterly at the caution of the man behind him—but rather an explanation, but a simple, swift and efficient body search—and then the wand that was used to prevent emergencies by the side of his boot was touched.

"Little ghost-I don't know where you came from so many twists and turns, we talk to you with sincerity, you don't have to be so wary of us at all. He turned his head and shrugged his shoulders to express his displeasure at his previous restraint.

"Sincerity? do you mean the three Aurors who were in ambush around? I'm sorry - they weren't a little too cautious, so I let them sleep. With a mocking smile on his face, Eren revealed his last hole card to the Auror.

Even the Aurors who had dealt with Alan didn't know that in this wilderness, as long as Alan could afford the need for magic power, he could make the plant become his own eyes for a short time - and the three Aurors who thought they were hiding well were equivalent to standing under Allen's nose - in the case of not a head-on battle, they were naturally easily controlled by Allen.

"You!" "You!" As soon as Alan's words fell, he appreciated the magic of changing his face from the east—Mr. Auror's face changed from calm to anger at this moment, and then from anger to calmness in which everything was under control.

"Pretty good - it seems that I underestimated your strength - and it looks like we're going to get off to a good start this time. Mr. Auror let out his professional smile.

"Cooperation? Why? I don't think I need to do this so-called collaboration at all -- because I already have this. Alan spread out his left hand, and a piece of parchment leaked out - on top of it was a large pile of words that Alan did not recognize, and finally a signature.

"No way!how can you prove your faith?—how could Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry give you this!" The otherwise calm Auror roared as if he had gone mad - and if he hadn't done so, he could have seen the smile on Alan's lips.

At this moment, the Auror had finally told him what the parchment was—although there was only one more piece of information that was a proof, there was no doubt that the Auror, who had been struck by it, would give Eren more of what he wanted to know.

The moonlight was like water, and in the bright moonlight, the Auror's psychological defenses completely collapsed - he had lost his trusted teammates, his weapons to defend himself, and even the information he had been sure of at the end had been pale under the blow of the letter of proof.

According to the information, it is clear that this little wizard has completely fallen out with Ilvermorny! Although he even sent the wizard who secretly handed him the note to the hospital, this point shows that he is wary of Ilvermorny School of Magic, which also makes them conclude that this operation can be successful.

But!Why did he have a letter from Ilvermorny!Damn, the intelligence work was completely worthless! What good could it be for those rice buckets in the council to not even collect information on a little wizard!

So, unconsciously, he began to scold the little wizard in front of him frantically for this action, what did those brain-dead councilors do!

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After a few moments, a little tired, he finally stopped venting his frustration with the council for a moment - and then, with a shiver in his body, he suddenly woke up from this madness.

Damn! It's a trick! It's not a Dementor Idea, and it's not even a formed spell, but it has a better effect on him than the Dementor Mind - he actually told it all in one go!

"Well, you've won—but there's nothing you can do with us—even if I was sent to the headmaster of Ilvermorny, he wouldn't dare do anything to me. The Aurors simply lay back on the ground as if they had broken the jar, and looked like you had won, whatever you wanted.

Unfortunately, his mouth was firm again—apparently a disguise he had disguised himself. After all, he had just had a nervous breakdown under the influence of Allen's magic, and he had confided so many messages, not voluntarily.

However, Alan was even more out of the box than the Auror had thought, and he returned the confiscated wand to the man who had already considered himself a prisoner.

"As you said – it's not that we don't have the possibility of working together. Alan's response left the Aurors a little confused. "But that's not right now, it's not something I can call the shots. ”

The cloudy response made the Auror wonder if his partner was a madman - unfortunately, for now, he didn't have the ability to control the madman, and the last encounter had already taught him how slippery this guy was.

However, the little ghost had disappeared into the shadows and could not be found, and all that remained in his ears was one sentence - "Wait for my news, and I will give a response to the unlucky guy in the hospital!"

PS: In order not to let you say that I was out of chapter, I was going to write two chapters and post them together, but when I was halfway through the second chapter, I suddenly felt that there were too many fighting plots, and it would be better to change it to a flashback - so a new chapter was written.

If you think it's not good.,Tomorrow at noon, this chapter will be deleted and changed to the next two chapters of the fight.,If you think it's good, I'll owe a change today.,Follow this chapter later.,The two chapters will be torn up.,As above.。