There was a soft "poof" sound, as if something had exploded underwater, and Andrew appeared on the street out of thin air. Andrew remembered this place, and the last time he left Manica's house, he kept it in his mind.

The apparition moves to a street of houses on the outskirts of Monica. Andrew's time was running out, and Hermione's grace period was approaching, and she was about to lose her patience, so Andrew hurried all the way home.

It was a small, two-story house with a small tree or two in the front yard, just over the height of the house. There is a pickup truck in the driveway and a basketball hoop that is often used. The grass has grown a little too tall, but it has a lot to do with the recent rains. The nearby street is quiet.

It took Andrew a while to realize that most of the houses were empty. Many of the gardens have signs that say "Yoshiya for sale". The sparse curtains hung like cobwebs on the empty windows, and although there were so many trees throughout the street, birdsong was rarely heard, and Andrew didn't hear any barking dogs as he walked on the sidewalk. The clouds overhead are getting thicker, and another storm is forming.

All of this gives this a sense of decadence, and the Dark Wizard would pick a place like this to set up a stronghold. Andrew turned into the courtyard of Manica's house and walked to the gate.

Andrew rang the doorbell and waited.

No one answered.

Andrew knocked on the door and leaned against the doorbell.

Still no response.

Andrew gritted his teeth and looked around. No one was seen, so Andrew returned to the door and was about to use a spell to open the door.

Unexpectedly, the door opened, about six inches wide. Monica stood inside, looking straight out at Andrew with her green eyes. She wore jeans and a plain flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and a headscarf over her hair.

She looked more mature and more attractive without fatting - Andrew thought maybe it was because she looked more natural this way, closer to her real face than the well-dressed and bejeweled way she looked when she arrived at Andrew's office. Her face was pale and her lips were bloodless.

"Mr. Li, we don't have much to talk about. She said. "You go away. “

"I can't go. Andrew said. She tried to close the door, but Andrew shoved the end of his staff into the crack of the door to prevent it from closing.

"I'm going to call the police. She said in a nervous tone. She leaned against the door and managed to stop Andrew from entering.

"You're called!" Andrew roared, instinctively saying, "I'll tell them about you and your husband." "Andrew was foolish, but if he died, she didn't know that Andrew didn't know the whole thing.

Andrew's instincts worked. Andrew gasped as she heard her, and she pressed the door a little harder. Andrew squeezed his shoulders into the door, leaning hard against it, and she stepped back in surprise.

Andrew thought she hadn't expected Andrew to force his way into her house. Andrew didn't expect this either. When Andrew saw her looking up at Andrew with a frightened expression on his face, Andrew realized how angry he was at the time. Andrew didn't know how he looked, but he wasn't friendly.

Andrew paused, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and managed to control his anger. Losing control won't do Andrew any good.

Just then, she ran to get her self-defense.

Andrew heard her move, and when Andrew opened his eyes, he saw her grab a black plastic case the size of a mobile phone from the piano and poke it at Andrew. Her face was pale and she looked rather frightened. As she stabbed the self-defense device into Andrew's abdomen, there was a blue electric current pulsing between the prongs at the top of the thing.

Andrew stretched out his wand and swept from right to left, and Monica and the buzzing thing in her hand passed past Andrew and crashed into the doorframe behind Andrew. Andrew slipped past her into the house and ran into the living room, where he turned to face her as well as she regained her balance and turned around.

"I won't let you hurt my child. She growled. "Neither you nor anyone. Wizard, if you dare to touch them, I'll kill you. “

Then she rushed towards Andrew again, the fear in her eyes had turned to anger, and this determination reminded Andrew of Hermione. For the first time, Monica dared to look at Andrew's face, and for the first time, she forgot that she shouldn't have looked at Andrew. At that moment, Andrew looked into her eyes.

Everything seems to be slowing down. Andrew had time to observe the color of her eyes and her face, as well as to find out where Andrew had seen the eyes and why she looked so familiar.

Andrew had time to see through her eyes and see the fear and love that triggered her every movement. Andrew saw what prompted her to come to Andrew and why she was afraid. Andrew saw her sorrow, Andrew saw her pain.

Each piece of the puzzle has been put in the right place. Andrew knew what drove her, a morbid love that she still reveals. It's easy to see, but Andrew didn't realize it a few days ago, and Andrew is really brainless.

"Stop. Andrew said just before she stabbed the self-defense device into Andrew's chest. Andrew temporarily stopped her with his magic, and her self-defense weapon fell to the ground with a clattering sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, and Andrew grabbed her wrist with both hands.

The self-defense device jumped a few times from Andrew's feet, and the electric light flashed in Andrew's eyes. Andrew took a breath and exhaled into the self-defense device with willpower. A puff of sparks and black smoke came out, and then the self-defense device went silent in her hand, and it ended up like any other electronic gadget that appeared near Andrew.

Amazing, Andrew was amazed at how long it had taken to hang up! Even if it was fine now, it would be a no-brainer for Andrew to magically turn it into a pile of scrap metal.

Andrew had been clutching her wrist, and the drive behind her arm had completely disappeared. She glared at Andrew's face, her eyes widening in response to the impact of Andrew's peeping at each other. Her whole body began to tremble, and her instantaneous courage loosened from her feeble fingers, and fell to the ground like a stun gun, with a loud thud.

Andrew let go of her, and she just stared straight at Andrew.

Andrew trembled too. Andrew can't use the Dementor, but demons can, they can easily spy on weaknesses and secrets in other people's souls---- of course they have seduced Andrew, telling him that they are willing to share this convenient ability with Andrew, as long as Andrew can open his mind to a limited extent--- Andrew refuses.

Peeking into the soul is never pleasant or easy. But the demons didn't care, they seemed to have discovered something, and showed Andrew all the things that Andrew didn't want to see.

Andrew didn't want to know that she had been abused as a child, and as an adult, she would marry a man who had caused her more similar harm, and the only hope or light she saw in her life was in her two children.

Andrew didn't have time to get through all her reasoning and logic, and Andrew still didn't know why she was involved in the whole affair - but Andrew knew that it was because she loved her two children.

That's what Andrew really needs to know, and that's why Andrew figured out another thing, the one where Andrew felt like she was bothered by someone in the office. The rest of the puzzle is all in place.

Monica regained her composure in an instant, as quickly as she seemed accustomed to putting on a new one as soon as the mask was knocked off. "Mr. Li, I ...... I'm sorry. She lifted her chin and looked at Andrew with a fragile, self-esteem-hurting look. "What do you want from me?"

"A couple of things. Andrew told her to crouch down and pick up the stun gun. "I want to get back what you took. I want to know why you came to me last Thursday, why you dragged me into the water, and I want to know who killed Bourne's men, the students in the Far East, and that poor creature Bella Randall not long ago. “

Monica's eyes became glazed and pale. "Bella is dead?"

"Yesterday night. Andrew told her. "And someone is planning to take Bourne's life in the same way, and they are trying to attack me, alas..... But I think they'll continue if they get the next chance. “

Thunder rumbled in the distance, and another storm was brewing, slowly forming. When the storm hits the city, Byrne may be dead. It's as simple as that.

Andrew looked at Monica again, her expression clear - she knew about the storm as much as Andrew. She knew about it, and there was a sense of sadness and exhaustion in her eyes.

"Mr. Li, you have to leave. She said. "You can't stay here if you ...... You have to hurry or it's too late. “

Andrew walked up to her. "You're the only chance I have to get this done as soon as possible, Monica. I have asked you to believe in me before, and now you have to believe in me again. You see, I'm not coming to you to hurt you or your--"

A door opened in the hallway behind Monica, and a girl with the same hair color as her mother leaned out in her teenage years. "Mom?" she asked in a trembling voice. "Mom, are you okay? Do you want me to call the police?" a boy about a year or two younger than his sister also poked his head out, holding an old basketball in his hand, flipping nervously.

Andrew looked back at Monica, her eyes closed, tears rolling down her cheeks. After a moment, she took a breath and spoke to the girl in a clear and calm tone, without turning her head. "I'm fine. She told them. "Jenny, Billy, go back to the room and lock the door. I'm serious. “

"But Mom--" the boy began.

"Get in right now!" Monica said in a tense voice.

Jenny placed a pair of hands on her brother's shoulders. "Let's go, Billy. She glanced at Andrew, whose eyes were too old and sophisticated for a child her age. "Let's go. The two children ran into the room, closed the door and locked it.

Monica waited until they returned to the house before her tears began to burst. "Please, please, Mr. Li! If you're still here when the storm comes, if he knows......" She buried her face in her hands and let out a faint hoarse sound.

Andrew approached her, and Andrew had to rely on her for help. No matter how much pain she was in, no matter how much torture she went through, Andrew had to rely on her help.

"Monica, trust me. No matter what danger lies ahead, I'm capable of dealing with it, you know too little about me, maybe you think I'm just an ordinary wizard? Every clue I know points here, to you. I need your help, or I'll let the darkness consume everything. Andrew looked into her eyes, she looked up at Andrew, and didn't look away.

"Be brave, help me and help you. Andrew looked her in the eye and saw the fear, sadness, and exhaustion in it. When Andrew approached her, he found that she was still looking at Andrew, and Andrew made more demands on her than she could handle.

"Alright!" she replied in a low voice, turning and walking towards the kitchen. "Well, I'll tell you everything I know, wizard. But I can't help you. She paused in the doorway and looked back at Andrew. Her words are heavy and persuasive, simple and straightforward. "There's no one to help you anymore. “

Monica has a bright, brightly colored kitchen. She collects hand-drawn cartoon cows and sticks them all the way from the wall to the cabinet door, giving them a laid-back atmosphere.

The case of the refrigerator is overwhelmed with crayon drawings and transcripts, and there is a row of colored glass bottles on the windowsill. Andrew heard the wind chimes outside being disturbed by the cool breeze. A kind** cow clock wagged its tail back and forth on the wall, ticking, ticking, ticking.

Monica sat at the kitchen table, her hands on her knees, seemingly relaxed. Andrew felt that the kitchen was her sanctuary, a place to retreat from when she was upset, and she took great care of it, clean and shiny.

Andrew tried to get her used to it for as long as he could, but it wasn't long--- the demons in hell were surprisingly quiet, Andrew didn't think it was a good sign, they were thinking of something else, they saw poor Manica's unbearable past, and wanted to drag her into eternal darkness.

Andrew could feel the tension in the air, the storm taking shape in the distance. Andrew can't play a game of catching baseball with her kids. As she spoke, Andrew was about to speak to urge her to speak. "Ask questions, wizard, and I'll answer them. I don't know where to start. She didn't look at Andrew, her eyes were empty.