"Huh? Is there something left behind this holiday? In the middle of the night, Jerf lay on the soft big bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

I always feel that there is something on my mind, but I can't remember it.

"It's been so long... As for my brain, it's all rusty? ”

"Why don't you try Soul Capture? Look at the memory? ”

After thinking about it, Jelf dismissed the idea. It's okay to constantly draw on your own memories and look at it, it's not a fun thing.

Any magic is risky, though it's convenient.

Jelf frowned and thought about it for a long time, and finally gave up thinking about it, forget it... So be it.

Thinking so, Jelf once again lay down on the large soft bed covered with white goose down, and as soon as he lay down, Jelf woke up violently.

"Oops, Hermione!"

.....

Bald Eagle Empire, a figure sneakily appeared in the corridor of an apartment building, looked around, and after confirming that there was no second person other than him around, he took out a pair of pure white rubber gloves from his arms, and then put the white gloves on his hands, and once again stretched out his arms and took out a dagger that reflected a deep chill from the dim light of the corridor.

"Dangdang..."

There was a knock on the figure, a wooden door in front of it. With the sound of inquiry from the other end of the wooden door, he hid the dagger behind him, revealing a harmless appearance of humans and animals.

"Hello, Mr. Tom, I have a copy of your package here."

After hearing this, the other party opened the door without hesitation.

Ten minutes later, the sneaky figure came out of the room, straightened the somewhat disheveled collar around his neck, and checked once again to see if there was anyone else around.

Swaggering towards the door of the apartment.

Inside the gate from which he had left, a middle-aged man was lying in a pool of blood, with a dagger stuck in his back.

"Hey... I completed this task. ”

After leaving the apartment, the sneaky figure couldn't wait to take out the mobile phone in his pocket and broadcast a number.

"Didi..."

Almost as soon as the figure said this, his phone vibrate.

It was a text message.

"Your account xxxx received a remittance in the amount of $1,000,000."

"Haha, this money is even more profitable than robbing a bank, it's just a simple killing of a person. It's too much... cool. ”

The figure's face was adorned with cheering ecstasy, and there was no discomfort in the slightest from the murderous act just now.

"I'm really looking forward to the next mission, I don't know what kind of mission it will be?"

The figure said to himself, thinking about how the money should be spent.

The dark clouds that had originally covered the moon just drifted away, and a silver light swept through the sky, and the figure revealed his true face.

He wore a baseball cap on his head, a black sweatshirt with a skull printed on it, silver rings on his earlobes and lips, and a slightly immature face that had not yet grown, looking like a boy who was not yet 18 years old.

It's just that the face has become a little hateful because of the desire in his heart, and there is something called a nasty thing on his body.

"Jingle bells... Jingle bells. There was a noise in the boy's trouser pocket.

took out his mobile phone and leaned into his ear, and a voice full of demagogy came from the other side of the microphone, which made the teenager feel inexplicably expected and excited every time, but this time the voice made the teenager stunned.

"Kill any one of your family members... You'll get... $3,000,000. Time limit, completed in three days. ”

After speaking, the other end of the phone was the same as before, and hung up the phone without saying another superfluous word. The young man stood in place with his mobile phone in a daze, his face cloudy for a while, and finally turned into an inexplicable excitement.

A strange red glow flashed from the bottom of the boy's eyes.

The boy stepped onto one of his crimson motorcycles and sped away in the direction of his home.

About half an hour later, the boy stopped outside a not-so-dilapidated house on the edge of the suburbs. From the trunk of the motorcycle, a wrench with a little rust was taken out.

After checking the weight of the appropriate amount, he pinned the wrench to his back, put on his leather coat and took out a bunch of keys, and opened the gate of the courtyard outside the house.

Outside the yard, next to the mailbox where the mail is stored, is printed the surname of the owner of the house, Babis.

At the same time, inside the house, a middle-aged man with a big belly and a big red nose on his face was staring at his home phone in a daze.

Just now, he received a phone call.

"Kill your son and you will receive.... Ten million US dollars. Limited time, to be completed within this evening. ”

The middle-aged man thought of calling the police, but the number in his hand stopped as soon as it was halfway through.

A bloody feast is about to begin.

"Hey, hey, hey..."A series of eerie laughter rang out in a pitch-black basement.

On an altar made of countless heads, a large, hairy hand clutches a strangely shaped landline telephone.

"Desire... Money... Greed... These things are the best food for me to grow... A little more, a little more... I'll be able to regain my strength soon. ”

"It's been a thousand years... A thousand years have passed since this world... Humans are still so ignorant. ”

"Damn wizards... When I come out, I will definitely repay you well. ”

...

An isolated island overseas, this is a paradise for the yin spirits, a place for the living.

This is one of the most famous places in the wizarding world - Azkaban.

There are dark clouds over the entire island that block the sunlight all year round, making it impossible to distinguish between morning and evening.

Countless dementors in shabby robes roamed through the air with impunity...

It's their paradise.

"You're still alive... You're still alive..."A decadent uncle with greasy hair, yellow skin, messy hair, and a scruffy beard, his eyes burst out with an extraordinary hatred, staring at the newspaper in his hand.

"Exactly... This time I'm going to send you to hell with my own hands. ”

The rusty yellow teeth creaked as he bit them, and he wanted to bite them apart.

A gust of wind blew, and a big black dog appeared in place, but the previous decadent uncle was gone.

This breeze also blew away the newspaper that the decadent uncle had read before.

In the newspaper, a few large letters were clearly visible: "Von Heinfeldt Emris Special Award for Invention and Creation of the Magic Props Store." ”

It bears a photo of the Weasleys when they traveled to Egypt. (To be continued.) )