The dimly lit alleys are empty, and even the homeless people who usually wander here are so windy that they temporarily go to other neighborhoods to spend the night in garbage bins.

The neon lights of the city seem to be not far from the alleys, but in fact they can't always go through the alleys, and the shadows are enough for Andrew to see the mottled and dirty walls on the left and right.

The streets of New York City are square, chessboard-like design, as long as there is a sense of direction, it is not easy to get lost, after thinking that he has been free from the entanglement of the little tail, Andrew is moving in one direction, just want to get out of the alley as soon as possible, back to the main road, and complete the task as soon as possible.

Unexpectedly, when he was concentrating on moving forward, he suddenly heard a faint cry of 'help, help...", faintly heard from a dark fork in the road.

If it is an ordinary high school student, even if he is bold or very moral, when he encounters a call for help in such an environment, his first reaction must be to be frightened and rush away, but after Andrew was shocked, he had another plan.

He stopped, whispered a witch spell, and drove the puppet to jump out of the backpack behind him as lightly as the wind, and with the witch worm, he carefully and slowly approached the direction from which the sound came.

In the silence of the night, Andrew's footsteps were silent, but they were still clearly visible in the intervals between the whistling winds.

"Is anyone coming, God, is someone, is someone coming, please speak, please..."

When the voice was raised, Andrew found something familiar.

But before he could carefully distinguish it, another leisurely voice suddenly sounded in the darkness: "Young wizard, this is already my hunting ground, please abide by the 'secret covenant' and retreat with your 'doll'." ”

When the sound sounded, the wind whistled again in the alley, but Andrew only heard the sound of the wind, and did not feel the slightest cold.

He even felt that the air suddenly became warm and moist, which made people feel a grotesque feeling of spring in their hearts on a cold winter night.

In this strange situation, the grotesque means danger, Andrew immediately stopped and said cautiously: "Secret agreement? Sorry, I have only been in the United States for less than a week, and I don't know what a secret contract is." ”

"It turned out to be a foreign 'Dark Walker', then I'll explain it to you..."

"Andrew, I can tell your accent is Andrew,, you're still talking.

He's a madman, he's a pervert, quick, go call the police, there's a murderer here..."The caller suddenly recognized Andrew's voice and screamed as hard as he could.

His shout also made Andrew hear that the caller for help was actually a child of Su Luo's family, Andrew didn't remember the name very well, a skateboarder who liked to talk about it, he seemed cheerful and educated in front of Su Luo, but in private he was not friendly to Andrew, an Asian teenager.

If this kind of person can be saved, Andrew may come to his aid, but if he fights an unpredictable opponent for him, it will inevitably be a bit more than worth the loss, "It seems that your prey is someone I know, fortunately, he didn't like me until tonight, and I didn't like him all along." Forget it, don't worry about the 'secret agreement', I think it's nothing more than a mutual nosy thing or something, I wish you a happy hunt, mysterious sir. ”

"It's a wise choice, young Darkwalker, the hunt must not be interrupted. The mysterious voice froze for a moment and said with a smile.

"No, no, shit, Katie is here too, just unconscious, she's here too, do you want to watch my poor sister, sister die in a metamorphosis, perverted...", the boy in the dark, mustered up his last strength and hissed intermittently.

Andrew didn't respond to the young man's words, but suddenly lowered himself and recited the incantation directly while rolling on the dirty ground in the alley.

The puppet beside him was catalyzed by the Transfiguration Charm, cracking its mouth open, whistling to absorb air, and its body rapidly expanded, and in a short time it became the size of a large RV.

The puppet then propped himself up on his fat hind legs, and Andrew shrewdly burrowed under the witch worm's belly.

But the expected attack didn't come, and everything seemed to be Andrew's one-man show.

"You're too nervous, young man, too nervous. The melodious voice in the shadows 'giggled' and said.

As if he hadn't heard anything, Andrew carefully crawled on the slippery, icy ground, under the cover of the puppet, slowly.

Another corner, but inside it was not another alley, but a recessed and sealed wall with a dimly lit light bulb hanging from the wall.

Through its faint light, a prominent line of mottled red letters on the wall can be seen: 'Red Dragon'.

Next to the garbage bin where rats are rampant under the red letter, there are two young men and women whose limbs are bent at strange angles, which are none other than Su Luo's sons and daughters.

At this time, the boy's mouth was constantly making a subtle 'cough cough...", and a little blood foam was flowing down the corner of his mouth, which gathered on his chest, and the black jacket had been dyed red.

After seeing the puppet, his eyes widened in horror, and his spirit, which was about to collapse, was finally completely deranged, "Ah, ah..."

Katie just passed out with twists and turns, and didn't seem to be fatally injured.

Andrew hid under the puppet, looked up and saw this scene, and said coldly: "Sir, I'm afraid I'm going to take one of your two prey." ”

"Oh young," the melodious voice smiled and spoke, and in an instant, the puppet's huge head twisted at an incredible angle, cracking open its foul mouth, and suddenly spit out its giant tongue in the direction from which the voice came.

Nothing could be found under the stick, and the great tongue of the witch worm swung back and forth in the darkness like a whip, and suddenly a red fire lit up in the darkness, but it did not last, and it flickered away like a meteor.

Then the puppet retracted its tongue, and its body trembled slightly, shrinking like a doll that was angry.

After the confrontation, when the voice in the darkness sounded again, it no longer seemed so melodious and complacent, but more cautious, "Did you throw the 'white glove' at me, the 'dark walker' from afar?"

Of course, Andrew knows the danger of doing this, in Western culture, throwing gloves at the other party means asking for a duel, and he whispered: "If you died, it was a duel just now, and now you are not dead, then my attack on you just now means that I must save this girl you hunted, and I will not hesitate to fight for it, and I have the strength to fight you, don't I?"

"Your strength is not strong, but your potential is limitless, and you seem to have learned how to maximize your strength, I don't want to be an enemy like you under the tree because of a little thing. However, the hunt cannot be interrupted. Well, the man has been pierced through his ribs and lungs and is slowly dying, and when he is dead and the hunt is complete, I will leave and let you take the girl. You should be able to see that the girl's limbs are only broken, and even if she waits for a few hours, her life is not in danger..."

But if it takes too long and is not treated in time, she may become disabled. Andrew said expressionlessly as he lay on the ground.

"Oh, that's true, but that's my limit, sometimes it's hard to get both, it's a stalemate," replied a voice in the darkness in a deep voice.

As he spoke, the puppet suddenly grew its mouth again and spat out its giant tongue, only this time instead of attacking the red dragon in the darkness, it swallowed the dying boy into its mouth.

"I helped you finish the hunt, and the deadlock was broken. Andrew said in a cold voice.

"Oh, oh, what an unexpected wit, I forgot that you were one of the 'Darkwalkers', and that you are clearly as ruthless as I am," the red dragon's voice ethereated in the darkness.

In the distance, which Andrew could no longer hear, it 'giggled...' continued with a strange grin, "It's just that my young friend, you obviously don't understand how much of a burden an excess of affection can be for a Darkwalker. And what does it mean to you to be found out the true identity of one of the most terrifying serial killers in New York who you have actively attacked..."

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On the other side of the ocean, with Andrew and Cho leaving, the task of being Hermione's assistant was handed over to Ron and Harry, and the two patted their chests and promised that they would complete the task, but on the first day of work, Harry ran into trouble.

Hermione needed Harry's help in searching a house that was said ---to be haunted and that many Muggles had been injured, and the Muggle police were helpless and had to hand it over to Hermione's special unit.

Hermione took a rough look at the records and guessed that there must be a wizard playing tricks here, she was too busy and gave Harry the task of playing the front station.

Harry happily accepted the assignment, which was a better job than sorting out paperwork at the Ministry of Magic.

Harry checked the room for signs of magic in the Auror Playbook when there was a slight creaking. Harry was so caught up in his own troubles that he didn't notice at first. When the movement was too loud to ignore, he looked up and was immediately startled by what he saw—the blank portrait on the wall was gone, replaced by a black square opening--- which was evident only in the portrait of a wizard.

Harry cautiously stood up as he pulled out his holly wand. After making sure there was no movement inside, he grabbed the candle on one side and slowly approached the hole with the help of a few wooden crates. The candle flame flickered, and he realized that it might be a passage, the kind with another exit.

…… But whether it's or not, this passage is too small, right?

Harry couldn't help but gesture with his palm. But before the measurement was completed, he watched as the hole elongated and widened, and soon enough for a man to fit in.

Given that he had seen a young wizard from his youth appear on the portrait---- it was clear that the boy in the portrait was still holding a wand--- does this mean that the passage led to a young wizard's abode somewhere?

Harry didn't know if his guess was correct or if there was an unknown danger inside. When the entrance of the cave was almost a man high, he stopped hesitating and went in.

It was as dark as it looked outside, and the road was not smooth. First there is a long staircase downward, and then a flat road, a longer one. There seemed to be nothing on the road, no water, no sound, only the sound of his footsteps echoing: on either side were black rough stone walls, and the top was so dark that nothing could be seen, and the same was in front of him.

Harry had his ears pricked up at first, looking around vigilantly, but soon gave up on the pointless act. The journey was so long that he began to wonder boredly, and perhaps it was because of this that he was reluctant to show up to paint a young wizard.

By the time the passage finally became a little different, Harry's legs were as heavy as lead, and he was hungry. He had reason to think that he had gone from night to dawn. The candle had long since burned out, and he raised his wand and looked around with a fluorescent flicker—

He came to a fork in the road, and visually saw at least four new roads, all in different directions, all dark.

Harry thought that the number of intersections might have something to do with the number of portraits of a young wizard. If this speculation is true, it means that there is only one path that is correct, because the rest must lead to the home of some die-hard Death Eater.

He didn't want to go to the Malfoy house in the first place...... Well, no, the portrait at Malfoy's house must be the one he was going to, after all, if Malfoy took back the glory in the eyes of the Death Eaters, he would be blowing it up, he couldn't be unaware......

Harry sat on the floor, wanting to rest for a while and think about it.

He certainly can't walk all the roads, he doesn't have that much time and energy. And if there is only one path that is correct, it must be different from the others......

Thinking of the candle flame he had seen flickering due to the currents, Harry understood. He got up, conjured a handful of flames with his wand, and tried it at every fork in the road. Sure enough, except for the direction he came from, there was only one road where there was wind. The conclusion was obvious, and he immediately walked in.

It had been a long journey, and Harry regretted that he hadn't brought a firebow bolt - though it wasn't too appropriate to use a broomstick in such an environment. But he finally persevered to the end, ushering in the ladder of upwards. According to the law, he felt that when he climbed to the top, it should be the exit.

The guess proved correct, even if it took Harry more time and effort. As he panted down the final step of the ladder, he realized that all his hard work paid off-

He could see a room that wasn't very bright, with books everywhere. The upper part of a backrest chair is flanked on either side by a dark velvet chair with intricate and ornate Gothic carved pointed arches. The heavy curtains were tightly drawn, completely shielding out any prying eyes that might be outside. There was a subtle crackling sound, which was supposed to be the movement of the flame licking the firewood.

It seems that no one ......

Harry straightened up slowly, and took a cautious step forward. Then he noticed that the portrait was hanging above the fireplace, so as soon as he went out, he stepped on the stacks of crumbling books, or a fragile looking crystal ball.

Neither option sounds great. Harry looked at the thick woolen carpet on the floor, took a half step back, and jumped out with a thud.

There was a dull thud, and he landed not far in front of the fireplace. He wondered what the movement might have attracted or touched, and gripped his wand as he softened so much that his feet barely seemed to ease up. But after a while, there was still no movement.

Harry looked around, tiptoed to the window, and picked up a crack in the curtain with his wand. Outside, there is a mountain forest, and the sun is dappled and dappled down. He walked to the other side, and saw the quiet hamlets of the valley and a few beams of rising smoke, and a cemetery in the shade of tall yew trees. In the midday daylight, it doesn't seem to be as eerie as it is at night......

Where a wizard lives!

Harry lowered the curtains and took a closer look at the room. Books were piled up to the ceiling, many of them written in Runi that he didn't know a single alphabet. He walked around a long time, realizing that the most accessible and understandable title might be the history of the founding of Evimani, but he couldn't think of a young wizard to read it. In fact, apart from the chair and the roaring fireplace, he saw no sign of the place being inhabited.

Maybe it's a young wizard's library? The living room is in a separate room?

Harry guessed, looking around. Against the backdrop of the books, he easily noticed that there was a glittering silver ring on the table. Is that a dark magic item?

Thinking of caution, Harry didn't touch it. In the blink of an eye, he noticed again the pedestal under the crystal ball, because his name was engraved on it.