1939 year

Unknown month

Siberia

The Minister of Magic of the Soviet Union, Konstantin Ilyich Romanov, stumbled across the ice with his lower abdomen clutched.

He looked at his watch, and on the snow-covered dial, he could vaguely see the time, twelve and three minutes at night.

The polar weather makes the Arctic Circle at 12 o'clock still dazzling, and there is a blurred white sun in the sky.

The cold wind of minus 40 degrees Celsius howled in the sky, and the snow and fog were so thick that it was impossible to see anything at all.

Stepping on the ice, a stumbling, fur-coated Minister of Magic collapsed on top of the ice, hissing in pain from his mouth and spitting a thick white mist.

He suddenly looked back behind him in horror, as if an unseen ghost was following him. However, there was nothing behind him except the wind and snow.

He looked up again.

In the vast cold ice field, there is only a strange building that looks like a shipwreck in the distance. It is alone, as if it were left alone.

Konstantin Ilyich Romanov was a tall man of nearly two meters, wearing a thick bearskin coat, a broad white face, and a pair of precious calfskin boots that had been running for a long time, leaving only one alone.

The five toes of his right foot are now frozen to the point that only a pitiful two remain.

However, none of this mattered, what really made him painful and fatal was the wound in his lower abdomen.

He barely removed his palm, blood seeping from his fingers, freezing into blood crystals before he could hit the ground. There was a huge opening where the wriggling entrails could be seen.

There's not much time left.

However, his mission was not yet complete.

Thinking of the heavy responsibility on his shoulders, Konstantin struggled to get up from the snow and trudged desperately towards the shipwreck-like building.

Ten minutes later, he approached the building, which was made entirely of marble, ancient, dilapidated, and sloping.

But the former glory can be vaguely recognized.

Konstantin swooped down on the doorway, then waved his wand, and an iron door half-buried in the snow burst open.

Konstantin stumbled and rolled into the ancient building.

With the cold iron door slamming down, Konstantin sealed the entrance to the place.

He collapsed to the ground and began to pant in pain.

It's an empty building, at least a thousand years old, that used to be a conference hall with ruined stone chairs scattered around it, and towering stone pillars carved into the walls of all sorts of creatures, dragons, phoenixes, and even gods.

But these things Konstantin had no intention of appreciating.

The cold had numbed the wound in his lower abdomen, but upon entering the strange shipwreck-like structure, his blood flow began to return to normal, and the tearing pain returned.

He trembled and removed his fingers, trying to repair the wound with his wand, only to find an eerie red glow inside the wound that prevented the healing spell from proceeding.

It wasn't a skin injury, the powerful black magic had already hurt his internal organs. Konstantin knew that in such a place, he would not be able to be rescued.

Taking a deep breath, Konstantin took out a small tin can from his chest with trembling hands. It was his vodka, and he didn't like to drink vodka, but at this point, he needed something to stimulate his spirits so he could get the job done.

He must pass on the ultimate chain of secrets.

However, as soon as he uncorked the bottle, a chuckle was heard from the top of the building.

"Do you think that if you bring me here, I'll believe it?"

Konstantin looked up suddenly, and in the wind and snow, in the gap at the top of the building, there was actually a man wearing a crown staring at him.

The head was very blurry in the wind and snow, but it was vaguely visible that he had a pair of red eyes like searchlights in the wind and snow.

When!

The tin bottle fell to the ground, marking the distance.

Konstantin's already pale face instantly turned even paler, and he sat on the ground with his butt and retreated continuously. Leaned against the stone wall and looked high.

He didn't expect that the person who was chasing him was already waiting for him at the destination.

Trample.

The red-eyed, crown-wearing, black-suited man jumped down from a height of more than ten meters, the soles of his shoes touching the frozen marble floor, making a crisp sound of metal colliding.

Trample.

Trample.

Trample.

With his hands in his pockets, he slowly walked over to Konstantin. As it walked, it took off the crown from its head, a miserable white face, but its eyes were blinding.

"You...... You've found a place, what else?" Konstantin said hoarsely, his fingers touching his wand.

"Hmph, Durmstrang's abandoned school site, the last place where forbidden arts were burned more than 1,000 years ago. I'm going to say, I've been looking for this place a long time ago, do you believe it?"

The man in the suit approached leisurely, and Konstantin was about to grab his wand when his wrist was stomped on by a cowhide boot.

At the top of the pointed cowhide boots, there was a small silver bone claw.

The man in the suit kicked away his wand like a piece of dung, disgusted and dexterously, he hooked his wand out of his palm and kicked it away. The wand swirled on the smooth ice, scratching the distance.

"Wands, foolish people's weapons. Too inefficient. ”

As he spoke, the man in the suit slowly squatted down.

Smiled: "Tell me, the key, where?"

"Ho ....."

"Ho ....."

"Ho ....."

Konstantin gasped a few times.

looked at the other party's red pupils, revealing a difficult smile. "Think...... Don't even think about it, you won't be able to get into the library. ”

"Hmm....... That's right. ”

The man muttered for a moment. Suddenly stood up and put away his wand. "By the way, I got a toy from a Muggle, it's fun, do you want to try it?"

Konstantin didn't know what the other man was talking about, and then the man pulled out a silver pistol.

IT IS A REVOLVER, A COLT TORTURE PISTOL, 9MM CALIBER.

The man in the suit seemed to be playing with this thing for the first time.

He flipped the gun in his hand, holding the muzzle to himself, and squinted one eye into the barrel. As if there was something interesting in that muzzle.

"How do you dismantle it......"

"How do you dismantle it......"

Smack.

The nest of bullets ejected, and the gun was disassembled

"Hah!"

The man held the gun with a great sense of accomplishment.

"One, two...... Two, two whatever!"

He didn't think about it for a while, and then ......

Bang!!

A loud bang echoed through the dilapidated building, and the man overplayed and misfired the gun.

"Oooo

The man with the gun seemed to be startled by the toy in his hand, and shook twice before catching the gun.

After patting his chest for a long time, the man said with emotion: "Bullet, I remembered." It's really amazing and it's a creation. If this continues, these Muggles will one day take the place of wizards, right?"

"Shoot, you can't scare me. Konstantin Romanov closed his eyes and said, "Again, you have a dead heart to go into the library." ”

The relaxed expression of the man in the suit was a little more restrained, he bent down, pressed the revolver against the man's chin, and said softly:

"Then you don't have to worry about it, tell me, where is the key?"

Konstantin Romanov pursed his lips.

"It's a hard mouth. ”

The man in front of him smiled slightly and said regretfully, "Goodbye." ”

He turned on the safety and pulled the trigger little by little.

Konstantin remained motionless and gave up resistance.

Smack.

The firing pin misses.

The revolver did not react at all.

Konstantin closed his eyes tightly, and the expected explosion of his head did not happen.

"Ha, I'm sorry. The man smiled.

He lifted the silver revolver in his hand and looked at it.

"The gun is broken. It's as if the heavens are going to give you another chance. ”

So, he checked the gun. Then he put the muzzle of the gun against Konstantin's head.

"Say, where is that thing?"

"You...... You devil. Die. ”

"Die?...... Well. ”

The man thought for a moment, and decisively pointed a gun at his chin.

Click!

Once again, the firing pin missed.

Oops, he raised his hand helplessly.

"God didn't intend for me to die directly, and it looks like I'm going to have to run around for this damn secret. ”

With that, he once again pointed his gun at Konstantin.

"Give your precious life for the relics of a group of dead people. It's not worth it. Tell me now. Where's the key?"

Konstantin closed his eyes and sneered, "You said you would let me go?"

"Well, of course, as long as you say it, I won't kill you. ”

Konstantin Ilyich Romanov nodded, opened his eyes and said calmly: "I am waiting for you in hell." ”

The man in the suit was stunned for a moment: "It's a pity." ”

He moved his finger down, and there was a boom, blood pouring across the frozen marble floor.

Under the inexplicable power, that bullet directly blasted a big hole in the opponent's lower abdomen. Together with the palm of his hand covering his abdomen.

Konstantin fell to his knees with his stomach clutched, his forehead touching the ground, his eyes staring at each other.

The man in the suit shook his head: "You think I'm going to let you die directly? ”

With that, he put away his weapon, put the crown on his head, kicked open the large iron door behind Constantine, and strode away into the snow.

Yu Guang watched the murderous and strange man leave, large strands of blood mixed with an unknown liquid spilling out of Konstantin's mouth.

Visions begin to blur and thoughts begin to get confused.

But the last thought remained firmly in his mind.

If he dies, it doesn't mean that the man will give up, on the contrary, he will never give up.

All we must do to protect that secret, an ancient secret that shakes the wizarding world.

Protect that secret.

And the last administrator, he must be reminded. Hurry up and get out of Europe.......

A blue light appeared on his fingertips, and he was stained with his own blood. Mixing his magic, he drew a five-pointed star magic array on the ground, and began to write with difficulty, he wanted to pass on the final message.

Finally, he finished writing.

Just when he finally wanted to activate the magic circle.

There was a cold laugh behind him: "Britain, I see." ”

Konstantin screamed as soon as he turned around, and screamed outright out. "You...... You're not ......."

He was incoherent, and with the last of his strength, he pounced on the magic secret letter on the ground. A fist slammed into the bloodstained text on the ground.

The man, however, was faster, and he flew up with a heavy kick and kicked away the Soviet Minister of Magic. Strode down in front of the text.

The floor was messy with French written.

[Beware of thieves, activate the guard.] To the UK, Huo ......]

There was a blur of blood in the back, and I couldn't see anything clearly.

The man turned his head again, and the Soviet Minister of Magic collapsed to the ground, his mouth wide open and his eyes glazed over, dead no longer dead.

He tried his best, but it worked.

He erased the tail of the secret letter and sealed most of the secrets.