I don't know when it started to rain in the fog.

The light rain fell to the ground without a trace under the haze, and then each splashed inconspicuous water.

Of course, in London, a rain is clearly not unusual.

It's strange that it's a man in the rain.

Just like the rain that splashed on the ground, there are inconspicuous pieces of life that were once alive. They grew up in silence, bloomed in silence, and now withered in silence.

From this moment on, some people who are interested may suddenly realize why Helbo's subordinates were only targeting wizards before, but turning a blind eye to Muggles.

Because, this catastrophe that spanned the wizarding world and the Muggle world has only now really begun!

"Sin is not enough...... Far from enough. ”

The "Gatherer", who was born in front of Helbo, was silently walking through the streets with a group of walking corpses similar to him.

They...... No, it's "them".

They don't go in a big way, and they don't even have a subordinate relationship because they are gradually scattering apart, because if they only look at their appearances, the only change is that they are completely occupied by black.

Perhaps it is only when they strike that people can feel a great difference, because only the original one will use that ink-black unknown substance to take the souls and lives of others.

But obviously, if you want to tell, you have to survive from them first. And these ordinary Muggles, they undoubtedly don't have this ability.

Unconsciously, the number of Muggles in a corner of the city of London began to gradually decrease.

……

"Alright, they're back! Prepare to remove the barrier, and the others will follow me against the Dark Wizard...... Remus, don't come here, it's not easy to get all the way, let's take a break! ”

At the door of the Leaky Cauldron, Kingsley beckoned everyone to raise their wands, ready to meet Aberforth and Sirius, who were responsible for distracting most of the dark wizards, and go out again to meet the enemy and attract fire.

To be honest, it's not difficult to just go out and top it temporarily, after all, those wizards outside are crazy, but their strength is not enough to make the Aurors and Dark Wizard Strikers helpless.

Not to mention, the most difficult one to deal with had already withdrawn after being wounded by Aberforth.

After a while, I saw Kingsley's order, and the magic barrier disappeared in an instant. At the same time, Kingsley immediately led his men to shoot away the enemies who stood in the way, forcing a clearing out of the door like a Muggle bulldozer.

"Come on...... Armor Protector ...... We've got us here, just go inside! ”

Kingsley swung his staff against the spell as he told Aberforth and Sirius to hurry through the door - he knew that the two of them had gone around with more Dark Wizards around here, and it was clear that the journey would not be easy.

After a few minutes, when the two of them, with the help of this side, broke through the crowd and rushed through the door of the Leaky Cauldron, Kingsley began to shrink his line and retreated.

When the barrier rose again, an Auror and a striker instantly withdrew their hands, watching as the spells that were still attacking outside turned into dazzling particles of light in front of their eyes.

"Remus, how did you get here? You should know about Maca's trip to St. Mungo, right? Didn't go over there to see how it was? ”

As soon as Kingsley returned to the bar, he heard Sirius go to the bar and talk to Lupin.

"Why didn't you go?" Hearing Sirius ask, Lupin suddenly said, "Not only did I go, but as soon as I got there, Makara went to help with the work......

As he spoke, he looked at Aberforth, who was still at the door, and then said:

"I'm sure you know that...... In order to come out and find someone to replenish the combat strength on your side, I temporarily handed over the intelligence booth on the 'home' side to Dunge to deal with. But guess what? I went back a little late, but the guy sent the piles of secret letters straight to Maca! When I went to St. Mungo, he was still looking at the door of the hall one by one! ”

"And then you're being pulled by him to sort the information?" Sirius smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "Isn't that what you're supposed to do?" It's just a different place, what is there to complain about! ”

"I didn't want to complain, I just followed your words!" Lupin waved his hand and said, "By the way, the information I handled on Maca's side before didn't have much of a point, but on the way to St. Mungo, I saw with my own eyes something that is worth paying attention to." ”

Sirius saw that his expression gradually became serious, and he couldn't help but say solemnly:

"What's the matter?"

"Well, wait a minute," Lupin said to Kingsley and Aberforth, "come here, and I've got something to say—it's about Helbo." ”

After the group got together, Lupin told him about a group of wizards summoned by Helmpo and that Martin was burned to ashes by Helmpo.

Including the face formed by the gray mist that was scattered by Helbo's blow, almost every part of this incident shocked everyone present.

Yes, even Aberforth, who didn't seem to care much about anything, couldn't help but shake his head lightly after hearing this.

"So, that Martin was originally Helmo's ...... too," Kingsley was only halfway through this, when he suddenly seemed to remember something, and then said, "I remember—is this Martin the same Helmo apprentice that Maca had the little girl from the Parkinson family staring at earlier?" ”

"Yes," Lupin said, "that's it." ”

"Who?"

Since Pansy's spying was known only to a very small number of people, Sirius was sitting right in the middle of the two few who knew about it.

Seeing that he looked back and forth at himself and Kingsley with a puzzled expression, Lupin didn't bother to explain in too much detail, so after thinking about it, he said casually:

"Anyway, that Martin was also one of Helbo's apprentices, and obviously...... He rebelled because of the woman named 'Muriel'. ”

"Oh," Sirius shrugged at this, "it's a pity. ”

Kingsley also said with a little regret:

It can be seen that even if some people make the wrong choice for a while, it does not mean that they are completely hopeless. And the source of those errors at the moment is the 'despicable Helbo'...... In order not to let more people take the wrong path of Martin, either voluntarily or forcedly, it is the most important thing to get rid of the root cause of Helbo as soon as possible. ”

……

It is undoubtedly an extremely difficult thing to get rid of Helbo. If she could, Maca would have done it a long time ago.

In fact, Maca has indeed made a lot of efforts for this, and even "killed" the other party many times over and over again.

Of course, even Maca herself knew very well that it was just a futile effort. As long as Helbo's Horcruxes are not destroyed, even if the only Horcrux has long since fallen into Maca's hands, he will still be resurrected again and again.

Compared to the state of the Falling Earth Demon, who is not even as good as a ghost after turning into a soul fragment, Helbo, who is proficient in the rules of the soul, is obviously much more difficult.

Tonight, however, Helmo was clearly in the middle of another problem—the "Gatherer" born through the Demon Summoning Ritual.

In one Muggle family, a man is lying in bed with his wife, sleeping in their arms, both of them immersed in an unknown dream.

But just then, a figure suddenly opened the bedroom door and walked through the corridor outside to the bedside of the young Muggle couple.

Then, a cold, unforgiving voice rang out in the room.

"Laziness and lust...... Grave Sin...... Contribute your sins. ”

The next moment, a viscous black substance instantly poured out of thin air in front of the figure, turning into two slender but hard long thorns that pierced through the heads of the two innocent Muggles on the bed.

When the thorn was quickly withdrawn, the Muggle couple in the bed twitched slightly. The figure only inhaled slightly, then immediately turned and drifted away.

Only two bodies were still warm, and the surging blood smeared a large scarlet on the bed.

However, who wouldn't have that much sin that figure keeps talking about? With his momentum, I'm afraid everyone deserves to die last time, and no one is missing.

And what's even more terrifying is that there will be forty-one more "collectors" like him!

Suddenly, in another residential complex in the distance outside the window, a green light flashed in a certain room. The light was so strong that even though it was covered by thick curtains, it still showed through the gaps between the upper and lower sides.

There is no doubt that the killing is much more than that.

It must be said, however, that the fog that now envelops the whole of London has become an extremely effective cover.

On a normal night, the flickering green light would easily attract attention, but tonight it has to be close enough to be faintly visible.

It took a long time for the first ciphertext note about the appearance of a suspected killing curse light in a certain area, and finally crossed the night sky to reach the hands of Mundungus in Black's old mansion. By the time the note was sent to Kingsley, no one knew how many mightless Muggles had been killed......

"Come on! 2nd Collector...... Yes, I can feel that the second collector is about to be born...... Hurry up, hurry up! Hum...... Hahaha......"

In the open space behind Big Ben, under the blank gaze of the forty-one "apprentices", Hyerbo's gradually wanton laughter slowly echoed in the mist.

Death may still continue, and no one knows where the damned end is hidden.

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