It's another day, quietly passing in the busyness of people.

As the sky became darker and darker, Muggles and wizards left their workplaces after a hard day's work, either to go to the bar for a drink to clean up the fatigue of the day, or to return home to enjoy the warmth of family with their wives and children.

It's just that, of course, there are always some people who don't get busy until nightfall.

For example, the security guards who work night shifts, the tutors who make up for the night school, the Aurors who are still bringing problematic Muggles back to the Ministry of Magic in batches......

And for example, the ancient dark wizard who has disappeared from the public again, our Mr. Helbo.

It was just nightfall, in a small street park in a small town in the eastern suburbs of London.

During the day, the park is actually quite popular with the little ones in the neighborhood – there are plenty of rides for children such as slides and seesaws, as well as green lawns that sprout as the weather warms up.

But once it is night, these things that seem to be alive during the day will somehow be dyed by the night.

Occasionally, someone passing by the edge of the park will probably be prompted by the strange darkness and dead silence, and they will want to run past in the blink of an eye.

And on this night, when there was no moonlight, in the small park where almost no one would come at night, a dark shadow appeared in the middle of the clearing at some point.

Rustling.

Faintly, a faint grinding sound sounded from the ground...... The air in the park was agitated.

And it was at this moment that the figure suddenly looked up at the sky. Although it was a cloudy day tonight, and no matter how much you looked at it, it would only be pitch black, but the man seemed to be able to see everything, and cast his gaze to the sky.

The slight rustle continued, coming from beneath his feet. Not only that, but the ground beneath him shook slightly even unconsciously.

A few seconds passed, and it was about the scheduled time, but I saw the figure raise his right foot suddenly, maintain the posture of looking up and observe, and suddenly stepped down!

"Bang."

It wasn't that hard, it was just the level of ordinary people stomping their feet. But somehow, the second he landed steadily, the ground where he was standing arched upward.

In an instant, there was a slightly raised round stone plate—it looked like it had grown straight out of the ground, natural and wonderful.

However, after completing such a stone platform, the man did not move.

Three minutes passed...... Five minutes passed...... Ten minutes passed. If someone was watching, they might have to wait impatiently, but the figure on the stone platform in the open space was still standing still.

After nearly twenty minutes passed quietly, the man finally seemed to feel something, and suddenly waved his right hand, which was hanging by his side, somewhere on the stone platform at his feet.

"Uhhh

A short scratching sound suddenly sounded, and there was a short mark on the edge of the stone platform.

This sound was like a signal before a storm, and in the next tens of seconds, I saw the man quickly wave his hand with one hand, and the notches on the surface of the stone platform increased rapidly, either short or long, straight or curved.

By the time the figure moved and stilled again, there was already an elaborate and mysterious ancient array on the entire round stone plate.

After all of this was done, the figure looked away from the sky and lowered its head to look at the magic array he had carved for a closer look.

After a while, he stomped his foot lightly again, and the earth surged silently, gradually swallowing the round stone plate deep into the earth.

Soon, the place was back to its original state, and the ground was even more flat, and it was completely impossible to see that such a strange situation had just happened.

"Young man, if you don't figure out the situation quickly, it's going to be too late."

After saying this in the direction of the city of London, the figure suddenly flashed and disappeared with extremely faint spatial fluctuations.

……

At about the same time, a whole west suburb of London, a full distance from where Helbo had left, another figure was silently walking down a street.

Occasionally, a gust of night breeze blew by, causing the man to tighten his wide trench coat a little, just like the other Muggles on the street.

Even as spring approaches, the nights are still a little cool.

Obviously, this is the mysterious wizard who spies on Tonks during the day, and the "false prophet" who has repeatedly caught Maka's attention.

As he said before, those murders may indeed have been committed by Helbo, but the disappearances closely related to the bizarre murders seem to have been carried out by this person.

As for why you did that......

Either way, it was like a ...... for the Ministry of Magic No, it should be a deliberate hint for Maca. Regardless of why the person didn't just tell Maca instead of going around in circles to guide her, it would be a help to Maca.

Now, now that Maca had discovered the anomaly in the Muggle homicide, there was no need to go through the trouble of creating a disappearance.

"Ahem, it should be around here, I remember-"

It's still a slightly difficult cough, and it's still a thin voice that's a little hoarse. The figure slowly moving along the street paused for a moment, its gaze wandering from building to building, apparently searching for something.

But after a moment, the gaze turned back to the block farther ahead.

The night is getting deeper and deeper. The light of the street lamps could not dispel the darkness so far away that there was an endless drowsiness as far as the eye could see.

The Muggles, who were in a hurry under the darkness of the night, couldn't help but speed up their pace again and hurried towards their respective destinations. Only that figure stopped and went, and it felt a little out of place invisibly.

I don't know how long I've been in this neighborhood.

In short, as I walked, the night grew deeper and deeper, and the people on the street were finally completely gone. Around that moment, the figure wrapped in a trench coat stopped for some reason.

And this time, it seems that the target has finally been found.

It was a three-storey house with a small garden near the street.

Just standing on the street and looking over the black fence, the leafy trees and neatly trimmed bushes come into view, and even at night you can still see the careful care of the garden vestibule by the owner of the house.

It's a pity that the guest who came tonight didn't come to enjoy the gardening scenery.

"Black iron fences, dense bushes, three-story dwellings, ahem...... This should be the place. ”

After a cursory confirmation, I saw the trench-clad wizard casually open the fence gate.

Although there was a clean stone path in the vestibule, the uninvited guest turned a blind eye, and as soon as he turned around, he stepped on the lawn and walked to the edge of the flower bed.

Immediately after, he took out his wand and pointed at the flowerbed full of buds. With a surge, large swaths of flower seedlings and soil were ruthlessly turned aside.

It didn't take long for the flower-bed to become a big pit of earth, and the author didn't seem to be satisfied, and the bottom of the soil was still being turned over.

It took about ten minutes for a series of coughs and wheezing to stop the flow of mana, and until this moment, nothing but dirt and gravel had been found at the bottom of the pit.

When the cough subsided, the figure tugged at the hem of his chest, panting and waving his wand again.

This time, the soil that had been turned over was filled in again, but the seedlings did not recover with it. A flower garden that used to be vibrant is now only a bare flat land.

"Whew...... Ahem......"

Quietly withdrawing his wand, the eyes under the brim of his hat silently skimmed over the dirt of the flower garden. After pursing his lips and shaking his head, the figure turned again and walked back down the street along the path it had come.

Except for the sound of coughing, there was not much movement in the behavior just now, so it was natural not to be discovered. However, not finding anything means that the hard work has been in vain.

"Ahem...... Is there something wrong with that? ”

After a few more seconds of lingering on the garden, the figure standing under the street lamp turned its head and looked ahead again.

There is no doubt that this is just a small corner around the vast city of London. Just as no one noticed the appearance of Helbo in the eastern suburbs, the whereabouts of this mysterious wizard were never seen by anyone.

When the night dew is deep, the distant back reveals a meaningful loneliness.

……

An absolute enemy is busy, and so is another who doesn't yet know whether it's friend or foe. That being the case, how could Maca be idle?

In the underground potions preparation room of Black's old mansion, a dark blue glow has replaced darkness and filled the room.

And in the blue magic light, the floating magic words swirled gently, enveloping a mass of gray-black matter that continued to shrink and expand.

Maca stood silently, her staff in her left hand, and her right hand in a notebook that was suspended in the air, recording important information he had observed.

After this period of research, he can be sure that this particular substance is also a product of the rules of the soul...... Well, rather, it's a product of the soul that is born through the action of rules.

Because of this, it can be hidden in the human soul almost perfectly, so that Maca has to work hard to find it.

So, what is the purpose of this backhand that Helbo has painstakingly kept?

Maybe he had more than one purpose, but Maca knew that one of them was probably to kill someone. Slaughter those around you with Muggle hands, then ...... I'm afraid it's taking the soul.

But what else?

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