The heavy snow since Christmas has quietly receded, and the recent sunshine is always pleasant, and you can feel the warmth of nature when you walk under the sun.

Of course, you can't just open the door and bask in the sun, because the snow hasn't melted yet, and the sub-freezing temperatures still cover the land, maintaining the cold that should be the season.

Stefkey is a small town near the southeast coast of England. The town is not too big, and since it is not far from several large ports, the construction here is a bit insignificant.

The snow is still covered in large patches here, and a casual glance is white, but it gives this already haphazard town a wonderful sense of unity.

And in the shantytown at the back of the town, there have suddenly been a few more unknown characters in the past few days.

"Yaxley, I think we'd better get out of the wizarding world in England! If we continue like this, we may not be able to keep it—"

"Shut up! Remember what I said? After they come out, no one is allowed to talk about it again! Rotten it in the stomach, understand? Or is it ...... You want me to waste my precious mana to give you an amnesia charm? ”

Under a rudimentary tin trellis in the shantytown, two men were sheltering, talking to each other in low voices. They were about the same height, their clothes were almost torn, and their expressions were even more exhausted from the non-stop running.

It's just that the two of them look different, the man called "Yaxley" has a fierce face, and his arms and legs are quite thick, so he is not easy to mess with at first glance. The other one is relatively thinner, and his appearance is somewhat obscene, which does not seem to match his good height.

"It's your turn today, Mursebe, you go to those stupid Muggles and get some food." Yaxley waved his hand and said to the tall, lanky man.

"No problem." The fellow named Mulseber agreed, a strange excitement flashing across his face.

"I'll know what you're trying to do by looking at your face—" Jaxley said with a frown, "remember what we're going to do now, and don't make a fuss about me!" ”

"Well, I know ...... in my heart," said Murseber with a smile, "can't you trust my temper, can't you trust my abilities?" Rest assured, Ark ......"

"Don't be close to me, think clearly before doing things! Do you want me to believe in your power? If only I could have believed in your abilities, we wouldn't be chased by those damned Aurors like Sniffers with great treasures in their hands right now! ”

"Hey! We have a 'pocket' for things, but it's not a treasure......" Murseber laughed casually, and left the trellis and walked off the snow into the distance.

Hearing what he said, Yaxley subconsciously turned his head and glanced into the shack behind him. In the shadows of the inside of the shack, a prosaic cowhide suitcase rested against the wall, looking nothing suspicious.

When he turned around again, he looked left and right outside the shack, and when he saw that there was no human figure, he turned back and walked inside.

"Click-click-"

With two crisp metal thumps, he gently pushed the clasp of the suitcase open with his thumb, and then he dropped the suitcase and quickly unslammed it open.

After opening it, Yaxley looked down inside, and then stood up directly, raised his leg and stepped into the suitcase. First one foot, then the other, and when half of his body was in the box, under the lifting of his hands on the ground, the whole person was completely submerged in the suitcase that looked like a bottomless hole.

The next moment, an arm suddenly stretched out from the box. With a finger on the edge of the box, I saw that the suitcase seemed to be a cat with its tail stepped on, and suddenly bounced up, and closed it again with a "bang".

The shack was full of clutter, and the old old suitcase lay quietly in it, with no sense of disobedience at all. If you don't look closely, no one will even notice the suitcase itself.

……

“…… The Muggles in this place are poorer than the other, but Yaxley still wants to drill into this kind of place! I knew I would have prepared some food first......"

Mulseber staggered through the clutter of shantytowns, looking east and west, but not looking for a target—he was just passing the time.

Even if he wanted to, he wouldn't choose to be near where they were hiding, which was not conducive to concealing their whereabouts. The Aurors were well-trained, perhaps inferior to their dark wizards in actual combat, but they all had a keen sense of smell like dogs in search missions.

Also, the Phantom Shifting Charm is not a panacea, and emergency escape is very useful, but it is not suitable for long-distance pursuits that take time and drag. If an unlucky one is detected by the Aurors' tools, it is very likely that the general location of the hiding place will be speculated.

Of course, if the apparition is directly manifested abroad, there will not be so many things.

“…… How long do you want to wander around the UK? Mooreseber grumbled in a low voice.

Yes, from the very beginning he proposed to flee to other countries. He thought that as long as he was not within the reach of the British Ministry of Magic, he would be able to escape the Aurors' pursuit.

In fact, his idea was right, if the Aurors of the British Ministry of Magic wanted to chase them across the country, they would have to get a series of permits, which would take a lot of time. By the time they had obtained the relevant approvals, it would be too late for Morseb and Yaxley to do so.

However, this idea does not apply this time.

Jaxley was right, because the dust had settled on the death of both Voldemort and Greenwald at Hogwarts, and the Ministries of Magic in most other countries were no longer worried about causing unnecessary trouble. If the Death Eaters were to wander into other countries, the Ministries of Magic would be happy to do the favor.

Or, in fact, other countries are particularly willing to capture a few Death Eaters or something, which will give them an advantageous bridge to dialogue with the British Ministry of Magic.

Yaxley was politically savvy, and was more or less aware of the conflicting interests between these countries, so he was sure that his men could not run away from England. The current situation in the British Ministry of Magic is not stable, and this will be one of the breakthroughs to achieve their ultimate goal.

Not long after, the muttering Murseber walked all the way south, and after passing through the snow-covered fields, he soon came to the main area of the town of Stefki.

At first glance, the buildings here are much stronger than the shanty towns in the north, the main body of the houses is made of brightly colored red bricks, and the exterior walls are embedded with a large number of neat pebbles, which look a little bright against the background of the snow, fresh and neat.

The population of this small town is not large, and the place is relatively large, and almost every household has a spacious yard. Most of the ground in the courtyard has been shoveled with snow, and the fine gravel floor makes it look quite pleasing to the eye.

Occasionally, the old people of a few families were leisurely basking in the sun in the yard, and the newspapers in their hands were thrown by the old men.

Murseber walked down the street like this, his torn wizard's robes evidently a little glaring, and as he passed by several houses, the old men and women gave him curious, strange looks.

It wasn't that he didn't have the opportunity to change into something less conspicuous, after all, it would be easy for a dark wizard to get a few Muggle clothes. But how could a fanatical pure-blood like them want to wear Muggle clothing? He would rather his wizarding robes be unfit than wear Muggle costumes.

At this point, whenever someone notices Mursebe, Murseber will similarly turn his head to look at the other person. He was looking for a suitable family to start with, so that he could go in and "pick" something later.

No, rather, waiting for those stupid Muggles to deliver to him themselves.

“…… Well, this one is barely passable, and there should be some that can be entered. Mooresaiber looked at a relatively elaborate house and compared it slightly with the minimum standard in his heart.

Both he and Yaxley came from noble pure-blood wizard families, and even when they were on the run, they were absolutely unwilling to treat their "noble" stomach bag badly.

With a flick of his sleeve, the wand slid down his sleeve and into his palm, followed by a series of spells. The Muggles who had seen him before had all been cast an amnesia charm, and the middle-aged woman at the door of the house in front of him had been sent a Imperius Charm as his greeting gift.

"Help me get lunch."

Murseber said casually, and without stopping, he pushed open the half-hidden door and walked in. Look at his unhurried momentum, as if he was the master of the place.

A heartfelt smile flashed on the woman's face, as if she had fallen into some kind of boundless happiness, and after making peace again, she followed him back to the house.

This is the terrifying Imperius Curse, one of the three unforgivable curses, and one of the most unstoppable dark magic. Those who have been cursed will obey the spellcaster, and if the power reaches a certain level, even the smile on that face will sink into the bottom of the heart, so that people will not notice the slightest trace.

This Murseber is one of the Dark wizards of the Death Eaters who has studied the Imperius Curse the most, and the Ministry of Magic staff who robbed the prison this time has always been under his control.

In the next second, the door of the house closed silently, and the courtyard was calm again, as if nothing had happened under the sun.