"I want to ...... That's a sign that they've lost their lives in an instant......"

In the misty curtain of rain, Asaph looked down at the two names on the parchment, and after a moment shook the rain off the paper, and hastily folded it back into the pocket of his coat.

"That's fine," Miriam blinked, calmly, "at least there shouldn't be any pain." ”

"yes!" Asaph shook his head, "But that means we'll have to hurry...... Hopefully, the young assistant minister for magic will return home on time when he receives the letter. ”

"No problem with timing," Miriam nodded, "Trust me, he'll be back...... Besides, he's only the third assistant, and this kind of position can be hectic, but it's often insignificant, isn't it? ”

"I'd rather believe that he cares more about his uncle's well-being than that." Asaph sighed and said, "Because that way, the Imperius Curse will be even more effective." ”

"I never expected every one of my spell subjects to be a good-hearted softie," Miriam pouted, "so I've been practicing all the time—aren't you too?" ”

When Asaph heard this, he raised his hand and shook it noncommittally, signaling that the subject could not continue.

So, the two continued along the road in the rain, and after making a turn, they came to the intersection on the other side of the park.

"According to that Smith's memory, his sister's house should be at the end of that garden." Miriam pointed to the private garden road across the road, "When you see a sunflower, say 'Die!'" Richard! We can see the door of their house. ”

"Why 'Richard'?" Asaph frowned.

"They thought that Richard was a disgrace to the purebloods," Miriam casually said, "it was an old wizard disguised as a retired railroad worker—he had grown a 26-foot (about 7.9 meters) tall sunflower and was smiling in Muggle newspapers. ”

"Oh, that's funny." Asaph sarcastically said, "So what are you waiting for? Let's go! ”

With that, Asaph and Miriam crossed the busy road together, and the former stealthily drew his wand and clicked the lock on the iron fence gate of the garden, then pushed it open and entered.

It was a private garden full of greenery, and the further they went, the taller and denser the plants became. Fortunately, there was not much space here, but after a few rounds, they saw a sunflower growing on the side of the stone road.

"I hope that Mr. Smith's sister's family hasn't changed the password." Asaph said, and then he stretched out his hand and gestured, "How about you, or me?" ”

"I don't want to say such stupid lines," Miriam looked at Asaph and tilted her head, "By the way, I don't think they will change the password here, because going home is usually just a phantom shift." ”

"I don't want to miss it either, but...... Oh well! Asaph turned his head and stared at the ordinary-looking sunflower and said, "Die!" Richard! ”

"Okay, I'm going to die, dear sir."

After the sunflower suddenly gave birth to a mouth and answered, it immediately withered, and the plant that had been in front of them immediately branched out into a large doorway.

In fact, you can see through the doorway - on the opposite side of the passage, a chic-looking medium-sized mansion sits quietly on a green grassy field, and a smooth road leads to the mansion gate.

"Hurry up...... I dare say that McLean could be in front of our eyes at any moment! ”

……

"Well, I kind of know how the first guy died!"

On the top floor of the small building in the city of London, Maca set aside the two half-petrified statues, his expression somewhat complicated.

Judging from Maca's examination and comparison just now, the cause of death of these two people was a great concussion in the brain.

It wasn't visible from the outside, but Maca knew—in the seemingly intact skull, it was as if the brains had been tampered with several times by a whisk, and they could no longer be called "brains".

At first in Canterbury, the cause of death of the first "heroic death" guy was the same, and at the time Maca thought that he had set some kind of suicide curse in time.

But now......

"Is it some kind of magic that was set up in advance?" Maca thought to herself, "No, I didn't sense any special fluctuations at first...... Maybe it's the curse of the oath that the carrier is somewhere else? ”

As Maka thought to herself, Lady Santa Guina and her "grandson," who had just come downstairs, stood not far away, looking at it silently.

It didn't take long for the vampire boy to probably hold back his curiosity and finally ask.

“…… The first one? What do you mean? ”

"Oh no, nothing." Maka suddenly looked up, "By the way, is there anything else you guys are doing when you come up?" ”

"My grandma is trying to tell you—" "No! ”

The vampire boy was about to say something, but Saint Guina covered his mouth and forcibly pushed him out the door.

"We just want to tell you that you are welcome to sit in the office next time—that's what Mr. Deis said." At the door, she hurriedly said, "See you next time, then!" ”

"Okay."

Maca nodded at the door, then turned to look at the couch not far away, where the hapless Smith was sitting staring at the half-petrified 'kidnappers'!

Truth be told, looking at the overall situation so far, he is indeed an important figure. But since Maca had already looked through the other party's memories, it seemed that there was no need for him to stay at the moment.

Of course, there was a few more words to ask him than Maca.

"Hello, Mr. Smith," Marca walked over to the other and sat down casually in a chair, "I'm Marca McKellen, a professor at Hogwarts. ”

"Uh...... Well? Smith was stunned, and suddenly turned his gaze to Maca's face, "Maca McLean?" Are you sure? Oh...... My youngest son has always idolized you! ”

"I'm honored for that," Maka smiled softly as she rolled down her hood to reveal her face, "but for now, let's solve the problem at hand!" Can I ask you a few questions? ”

Because of the suspected Hebrew dialogue, it can be said that the most critical memory, Maca, is still a little half-understood.

He had guessed from a limited number of words that the other might go to Azkaban, but ...... This was what he expected, and it obviously didn't mean much to him now.

And before the other party goes to Azkaban, the Ministry of Magic becomes a threshold that they must try to cross - that's the point!

"As far as I know, you have a sister who works as a broom registrar in the Department of Magical Traffic, right? And your brother-in-law is the head of the Portkey Office? ”

Smith's consciousness was still a bit confused when he first depetrified, so Maca's use of the Dementoring Technique didn't impress him too much.

Yes, when he heard that Maca knew so much about his family, he was stunned and surprised.

"Ah, yes!" Mr. Smith nodded again and again, "She is married to a good family, and her life is not bad!" Did Mr. Scrimgeour mention them to you? ”

"Yes, I talked about ......it once," Maca said perfunctorily, and then continued, "Do you know which Auror your brother-in-law is close to?" ”

As far as Maca knew, the gate to Azkaban was only accessible to the Aurors and the Minister of Magic. In addition, even the heads of other departments of the Ministry of Magic would never have been able to secretly obtain permission to visit Azkaban.

However, judging by what Maca had flipped through before, Smith didn't seem to know the answer he wanted. He asked this only to make sure that nothing was missed.

Yes, there seems to be no trace of his nephew working as an assistant minister in the Ministry of Magic in the memory of this Mr. Smith.

"Aurors?" Smith thought about it carefully, and finally shook his head and said, "Sorry, I don't know either...... But I don't think they have much to do with the Auror Office. ”

"Okay!" Maca paused, then bowed slightly, "Please wait here for a moment, someone will soon be taking you to the Ministry of Magic for protection - rest assured, I will find out about this 'kidnapping case'." ”

With that, he immediately stood up, and then his whole body began to become transparent.

"Oh! Wait a minute...... Before the Aurors came here......"

Before Mr. Smith could finish his sentence, Maca disappeared directly in front of him, and he was stunned, and his tone quickly lowered.

“…… Am I the only one left here? Smith uttered the last sentence with a stiff face.

But before he could say anything, the window on one side of the room suddenly opened automatically, and the rain and mist outside mixed with the wind, poured into the small living room.

"Don't worry! I've left something for you, and you'll be safe waiting for the Aurors to arrive. ”

Maca's voice rang out by the window, and Smith saw that the window was closed tightly again. It seems that it was only at this point that Maca was truly gone.

And at this moment, in the rain outside the window, Maca, wearing a phantom charm, was flying straight in a certain direction with her magic book on her feet, and her destination seemed to be the southern suburbs of London.

"Let's go over there and take a look, and if you don't find anything, go straight to the Ministry of Magic and keep it!"

The rain in London is always so delicate and dense.