Just as Voldemort and his henchmen were secretly weaving a conspiracy to cover Britain, a few miles away from the Death Eater stronghold, it was a beautiful little village northwest of London.

At the beginning of summer in July, it was close to noon in the UK, but the weather was not as hot and sunny as usual.

At this time last year, households in the UK had already begun to restrict water use, and people had no way to use sprinklers to take care of their flower beds that were dying of water shortage.

In fact, since the end of June this year, the wet and cold air has permeated the whole of the United Kingdom, and this small village is no exception.

In the morning in the village, there were already a few tourists coming here, and the slight drizzle and some cold weather obviously did not completely discourage the interest of these people to play.

In such weather, a young woman holding an umbrella and wearing round basket glasses is inconspicuous, but the child she is holding attracts a little attention.

Despite the cold and humid weather, there were only a few people who wrapped the whole person in an airtight package, the child was wearing a hooded shirt, a slightly larger sweater and trousers, a face mask and large sunglasses, and even woolen gloves on his hands.

The kid obviously didn't want to wear so many clothes, maybe he felt a little stuffy because he was wearing too much, and he kept pulling at his clothes.

But people quickly ignore them, and who cares if this pair is like a combination of ordinary tourists? Of course, Muggles would always subconsciously ignore some details, how could they notice that this child's arms were longer than the average person's?

The duo walked along the row of characteristic honey-colored stone huts, as if admiring the beautiful architecture and the green groves along the roadside, disappearing around the corner of the path without anyone noticing.

But shortly after they disappeared, two men with fiery red hair walked into the village with almost identical steps.

The Muggles stared at them curiously, not only because they were twins, but also because they were wearing the conspicuous bright green coat that had patterns on it that looked like some kind of biological scales.

Under the watchful eyes of the Muggles, the twins quickly separated, one left and one right, and when they returned to meet again, they shook their heads together in a tacit understanding.

The slight drizzle seemed to have a tendency to turn heavier, and the two men got into a golden turtle cart that drove in from outside the village, and then disappeared.

It wasn't until the car disappeared from sight, paying attention to their Muggles, that they withdrew their curious gaze and turned to talk about the inexplicable weather.

At the same time, outside a manor far from the village, young women and children appeared in front of the manor's majestic silver gates.

The rain that fell seemed to stain the sky with gray and dark clouds, making the surroundings foggy, and this vast manor was surrounded by tall bushes, and there was no sound in silence.

On the edge of this majestic silver gate, carved with mysterious pictograms, a giant snake relief biting its own tail, entrenched in the center of the gate, the eyes of the giant snake are a carefully carved beautiful jade, even in this rainy weather, the brilliance of the jade flowing overhead, so that the snake's eyes seem to be staring at every visitor in front of the gate,

"Let's go inside." The young woman said this, and the little child seemed a little uneasy, but except for the sound of raindrops falling, the surroundings were very quiet, and the young woman no longer spoke, but waited quietly,

"Shhh

There was a hissing sound, the snake's eyes turned, and the giant serpent cameos to life, its large mouth let go of its tail, revealing its sharp silver teeth, and its huge body swayed for a while,

Then it waved its tail and patted the silver gate, and the smooth gate rippled as if it were on the surface of the water.

"Thank you." The young woman thanked her, and then walked straight to the door, followed by the little child.

They didn't crash into the seemingly hard gate, for the door was like a calm silver lake, and two figures passed through it without hindrance, and only a slight ripple of silver appeared, and after they passed through the gate, they came to a garden,

In this apparently well-tended garden, the dying apple trees stood out, with withered white petals all over the ground, already showing signs of decay.

As soon as they walked into the garden, the little child quickly ripped off his sunglasses and mask, revealing big eyes and a long nose, it turned out that he was not a child, but a house-elf Huck,

"Master, Huck wants to take off these clothes." Huck looked hopefully at the young woman, who of course was Huck's master, Rose. Selwyn

"I'll let you wear it, and you'll wear it." Selwyn replied lazily, and she looked at the end of the garden, the old mansion covered with ivy, and a man with short gray hair, standing in front of the old, heavy log door, Selwin and Hack walked along the path in the garden towards the old mansion,

"You're late." The gray-haired man said indifferently,

"I bumped into the Order of the Phoenix around here, and I forgot that the Weasleys lived in Devon, and the Order of the Phoenix was inspecting the land." Selwyn replied coldly,

"I hope you haven't done anything superfluous," the gray-haired man narrowed, "The Weasleys aren't easy to mess with."

"The twin brothers were too much trouble, I could have had a chance to kill them, but I gave up," Selwyn said, "It would be a problem if the Order of the Phoenix or the Ministry of Magic came to their aid, and I didn't want to make a fuss."

"It's right not to make a fuss, we'll have to get out of here soon," the gray-haired man pursed the corners of his lips, seemingly unconcerned about the Order of the Phoenix or the Ministry of Magic's pursuit, glancing at the garden and smiling sarcastically, "It seems that you've had a lot of bad luck lately, I can see it."

"I'm not surprised that this is the price of abuse, but I'm surprised at your sluggishness," Selwyn didn't say much to the gray-haired man's ridicule, and she continued coldly, "Agillos, are you sure you want to keep talking?" I think we should get in quickly."

Ares, the gray-haired man? Agiros apparently agreed with Selwyn's idea, and he turned around and led Selwin and Huck into the old mansion,

The sound of their footsteps echoed in the long corridor, where there were no lamps or torches, for the precious luminous stones embedded in the walls were emitting a beautiful glow.

They came to a door, which Agillos pushed open without knocking, a living room covered with woolen carpets,

The living room is not too bright, but it is not as dark as the hallway, and the crystal lamps on the ceiling emit a faint light.

Heavy curtains hid the windows, blocking out the light outside and the sound of rain ticking on the glass.

There are elegant tapestries and heads of various strange beasts hanging on the wall, and the most conspicuous one is undoubtedly a hideous black dragon head.

What makes people more curious is that in this old mansion that obviously belongs to wizards, there are no moving wizard portraits.

In the center of the living room there is a round table, on which is placed a transparent vase, in which a rose is inserted, and six high-backed chairs are arranged very neatly around the round table.

But the chairs weren't full, three of them were empty, and the other three wizards who were sitting at the round table and waiting all reacted differently when they saw Aguiros and Selwyn,

The wizard in the blue robe and the pullover shawl nodded slightly, the other witch glanced at them and did not speak, and the last wizard in the silver robe, with his hood on his head, hid his face in the shadows, he did not speak, and did not make any other movements,

Aguiros and Selwyn sat in the two vacant seats respectively, and the house-elf Huck did not enter the living room, but carefully pulled the door open, and at the door of the living room?? Waiting for their own master outside,

"You made us wait for two days," said the blue-robed wizard in a hoarse voice, his voice was thick and his English was a little stiff, and his fingers with thick joints tapped impatiently on the table, "I thought I needed to help you collect the body."

"Thank you so much, sir." Selwyn replied with a smile on his lips,

"I'm going to die until you're done with your work," said another witch with a pleasant voice, but her words were not so pleasant, "How are you responsible if you let the plan go wrong?"

"I know well, ma'am," Selwyn put away his smile, a dangerous glint in his eyes, "I heard you hooked up with another partner, but it didn't work out that well?" Maybe I should suggest that the next task should be started by someone else."

"It's none of your business, is it?" The witch seemed enraged, "As I said beforehand, it's my turn next, and we still have plenty of time."

"But it's always good to be quick," Selwyn said maliciously, "I'm sure there are a lot of people ready for it?"

"If you're not ready, let me do it first." The wizard spoke again, his voice was thick and his English was a little stiff,

"It's just some gold," the witch was a little angry, "and who needs a little gold here but you."

"Pampered you don't understand, many people die because of poverty," the wizard's voice revealed boredom, "and your wishes are nothing but your personal desires."

"Selfish desires? Ha," the witch smiled disdainfully, "who of you isn't here because of her own desires?"

"I don't expect people like you to understand." The wizard leaned back in his chair and clasped his hands to his chest and said,

"Heh, you say pretty reasons, who knows what you think?" The witch replied haughtily, "So I said, you shouldn't have let a poor inferior person like you join, and your only use was to give—"

"That's enough." The silver-robed wizard spoke, and from the voice it sounded like a man,

When he spoke, everyone did not keep their mouths shut, and it was clear that although it was a round table, the silver-robed wizard vaguely occupied the main position,

"While we're all sitting here," the silver-robed wizard caressed the scratches on the round table, "it doesn't make any difference to me whether you're poor, rich, racial, blood, your position on the outside, or your deepest desires."

"Our goal is the same," the silver-robed gaze hidden under the hood swept over each of the round tables, "I've found the last participant."

All the wizards at the round table subconsciously leaned forward, their eyes unconsciously sweeping towards the only empty seat next to the round table.