"Are you all fools like Goyle?" Martin clenched his wand, he looked a little thin in front of the stout Alecto Carlo, and he made no secret of his malice towards the woman in front of him, "There are three of us here, and it is unreasonable for you brothers and sisters to come and cooperate with us without Goyle." Isn't it true that the fewer people who have the credit, the better?"

"Goyle is Lucius's man. "And he's from Slytherin like our siblings, so he's useless, and if you want to get the Gryffindor sword, you'll need a Gryffindor wizard." Ivan, you're the only one of us who graduated from Gryffindor. ”

"You're not going to tell me that only a real Gryffindor can master that sword, I've been tired of hearing it since I was a student. No matter how powerful the magic item is, it can't resist the wizard's will, and if that little guy has the ability to escape, the sword will naturally be taken out by him. If he can't escape, then anyone can get their hands on the sword. Ivan looked incredulous, "If you just want to monitor if we take advantage of the opportunity to get some oil and water—"

"I'm not the only one who has Galleon in my head. Alecto sneered, "I advise you to accept my kindness, you must know that Alex is the commander-in-chief of this operation, and I don't care if you will secretly make oil and water, this is something Alex should consider." ”

"Are you implying that if I don't cooperate, you're going to hide behind us and take control of the situation with Alex to sue me for blackness?" Ivan clenched his wand silently.

Alector's reaction was much greater than Ivan had imagined, and she whizzed her wand as flames spread from her heels.

"Stop, Alecto! It's a fire!" said Old Barton, who regressed several times, "do you want to die with us?"

"Clear water is like a spring!" the jets of water that Martin and Ivan spewed out from the tips of their rods immediately evaporated in the air.

"Hahahaha!" Alector laughed insolently, "If I don't give you a little bit of power, you guys will never listen to other people's suggestions." ”

"Run, madwoman!" said Old Barton was the first to turn around.

Ivan and Martin followed, and the fire chased after them. This is no ordinary fire, this is the fire of the legendary hell. They turned a corner, and the fire immediately caught up, as if the flames were alive and felt, and determined to burn them to death. At this time, the flames began to morph into a horde of fiery beasts: fiery serpents, Kemera, and fiery dragons, which rose and fell, and rose again, and the fiery beasts approached closer and closer, their claws, antennae, and tails snapping, and waves of heat surrounding them like walls.

"Stop, Alecto, if you can still control the fire. Old Barton shouted, "I don't think the master taught you brothers and sisters to use the fire against their own people, if you get out of control, you will be doomed!"

The fire beasts suddenly stopped, turned back into flames, and slowly disappeared into thin air. Alecto Caro walked slowly with a pale face, apparently taking a toll on her as well.

"You win, Alecto, do as you say. Ivan said that he warned Martin with his eyes not to act rashly, because even if he could get rid of Alecto, there would still be her brother Amycus.

"That's right, Ivan Romanov. It's just a summoning ritual by your hand. Now find the lord's bedroom of this castle, and you will have to find some of the necessary things......"

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With a thud, a small wizard who looked like a stoat appeared in the clearing with a briefcase in his hand—he was apparently apparitioned. He was so blinded by the sudden light that he couldn't open his eyes.

The sun had just come out from behind a cloud, but before he could enjoy the unexpected warmth, a stun spell struck him in the chest, and he fell.

"Well done, Harry. Ron praised, as he slipped out from behind a dumpster on the side of the road, and Harry took off his invisibility cloak, where the two of them had been lying in ambush.

Together, the two dragged the little wizard into the dark hallway leading to the backstage. Harry plucked a few strands of hair from the wizard's head, took a cloudy polyjuice potion from his donkey's skin pocket, and added the hair to it. Ron rummaged through the wizard's briefcase.

"That's right, it's Reggie Cattermole," Ron read a small card, the man knocked unconscious was an employee of the Magical Repair Service, "You'd better have this, Harry, and the proof coin." ”

He handed her a few small gold coins, all embossed with the words M.O.M., found in the wizard's briefcase.

The Polyjuice Potion had turned brown, and Harry drank it, and in a few seconds it was Reggie Cattermor standing in front of Ron, and Harry took off his glasses.

"Are you sure you're going to the Ministry, Harry?" Ron said quickening, "Even though we've been planning for a long time, it's still possible to show up." The Ministry of Magic is not the same as it used to be, and you're probably going to be caught in the net. ”

"There's no other way, Ron, I've got to go to Scrimthair. Harry said, "You have to gamble anyway." ”

Harry looked down at his watch, "Alright, Mr. Lencowan is coming out soon, Ron, put on your invisibility cloak." ”

A few seconds later, there was another thud, and a tall, middle-aged man appeared in front of Harry.

"Cattermole, why are you standing here?" the middle-aged man frowned.

"Sir, I'm just-"

"Faint!" (to be continued......)