Cornwall, located at the southwestern tip of the island of England, is a summer holiday destination in the UK with its rugged coastline and beautiful scenery, and its clean sandy beaches.

At this time, the night was dark, and Harry Potter, who had been cast a constant invisibility charm, stood on an unnamed beach somewhere in Cornwall, leaning against the reef, waiting quietly.

He was dressed in a slightly thin suit, carrying a shoulder bag over his shoulder, holding the holly wand in his hand, and wearing Bluetooth headphones in his ears.

"Mr. Leon, aren't the people you mentioned here yet?"

"It's coming."

In the Bluetooth headset, Leon's voice seemed nonchalant, "According to the satellite map, they still have a three-minute drive, and now take out the camera from the bag." ”

Although confused, Harry still kept his mouth shut, and according to Leon's instructions, he took out the camera equipment from his shoulder bag, adjusted it, turned on the camera mode, and waited patiently.

After a long time, the sound of a car was heard, and a green jeep drove off the road, rubber tires running over the sparse weeds and stained with fine sand, and drove onto the beach.

The car door opened, and seven pale-faced men stepped down.

The men were all burly and muscular, wearing the uniform of an English Scotland Yard police officer, and their temperament was as cold and stiff as stone, which made people wonder about the real purpose of this jeep.

Harry hid beside the reef, looking at them suspiciously.

In the Bluetooth headset, Li Ang scolded: "What are you doing in a daze? Snapshots! ”

"Uh-oh."

Harry hurriedly picked up the camera and pointed it at them.

This young wizard, who was no longer naïve, could feel the thick blood in the bones of these people.

They are all werewolves, and they are those werewolf police officers who have been recruited by the thirteen clans of the blood clan.

As if sensing something, the strong man in the lead frowned, raised his head, and twitched his nose, trying to smell something strange in the salty sea breeze.

However, the effectiveness of the Constant Invisibility Charm was beyond the limits of what he could perceive, so everything went on as usual, and the plan continued.

The strong man took out a cigarette from his coat pocket and lit it, the red light was particularly conspicuous under the dark night, "Hurry up and take that thing down, what are you rubbing?" ”

The subordinates carried out the order without saying a word, and they dragged a large black cloth bag from the car, the protruding outline of the cloth bag blending into the night, and the shadow was not real.

A certain werewolf carried a cloth bag, and there was a "whining" sound in the cloth bag, and the outline of the cloth bag was constantly changing, and what it contained inside was supposed to be a living thing.

The Werewolf's thick-soled boots stamped on the soft sand, leaving a long trail of footprints, and he glanced at the shoreline, "Is it okay to put it here?" ”

"Just leave it here."

The werewolf leader glanced at it and said impatiently, "Go to work, it's really cold here." ”

Others went into action silently, taking a whole bunch of tool parts from the car, including but not limited to camera cameras, tripods, police fluorescent isolation tapes, and so on.

Harry watched as the werewolves carved out a stretch of sand, setting up a fluorescent barrier around it, and erecting a tripod inside the barrier to position the camera on.

Instantly, the werewolves opened the sacks.

Inside the sack was a boy.

More precisely, a four-year-old boy from the Middle East.

He was dressed in ordinary old clothes, with pieces of cloth tied to his hands and feet, and a cloth in his mouth, and tears were constantly shed because of fear.

Harry, standing behind the reef in the distance, holding a camera, was stunned, he couldn't believe his eyes as he watched the scene.

The werewolves scrutinized the boy with cold and merciless eyes, bathed in the cold sea breeze, and watched him whimper under his breath.

A tall werewolf muttered, "Tsk, the old men of the blood clan are really tyrannical, and the grain with such a high concentration of divine blood is actually used for show." ”

The other werewolf shook his head and said indifferently: "Hehe, if it weren't for the pursuit of perfection of the effect, this child would have been raised by the blood clan masters and used as a private blood bank." ”

"Don't complain, just drown this refugee child and throw it on the beach to pose for a photo, saying that he was shipwrecked while smuggling in a boat, and the world's compassion for the refugee will rise to the extreme in a short period of time."

The werewolf leader said, casually throwing the cigarette butt on the ground and crushing it with his boot, "The last King's Cross incident caused a stir in Britain, and in order to overpower this trend of public opinion, it is necessary to create a new hot spot of public opinion and make the people continue to be patient."

The child's parents, siblings and parents would have faced the fate of being repatriated.

Now, as long as he dies and the people shed tears of sympathy for him, Middle Eastern refugees from all over Britain and all of Europe can stay, what a bargain it is – if he could understand English, he would have raised his hands and feet in agreement. ”

The werewolf leader's words erupted in laughter again, and one of the werewolves stepped forward, lifted the Middle Eastern boy from the ground, and tore off all the strips of cloth that bound him.

A long string of pleading Arabic words came out of the boy's mouth, and he cried helplessly, and at the smile on the werewolf's lips, he clumsily began to communicate in English, "help, help." ”

"Hahaha, so you know English?"

The werewolf grinned and grabbed the boy by the neck, stepped out into the sea, and pressed his head into waist-deep water.

Harry Potter subconsciously took a step, but Leon's lazy voice came from the Bluetooth headset, "Mr. Potter, what are you going to do?" ”

"Stop them."

"You can't beat them." Leon said indifferently: "You are a student of Hogwarts, you are professionally educated, and you know the horrors of werewolves.

Unlike those werewolves in the wild who have never seen blood and fight by instinct, the werewolf officers of Scotland Yard have been receiving the benefits of the blood clan for many years, and can receive a share of the divine blood every month.

Their sorcery resistance is far beyond your imagination, and even a seasoned and ruthless Auror would not dare to outperform these werewolves in a one-on-two battle. ”

Leon paused for a moment and calmly stated the facts, "In other words, once you unleash the sorcery, you will break the invisibility spell I have cast on you, and those werewolves will rush up and tear you to pieces. ”

“.....”

Harry was silent, knowing that Leon was telling the truth.

The child's struggle was obviously not enough to withstand the brute force of an adult werewolf, and for a second, or two, the werewolf's suit was foamed at the white foam of the rising and falling waves, and he whistled carelessly, enduring the fishy smell of the sea breeze.

"I asked you to come here just so that you could take a video of the Scotland Yard police officers persecuting refugee children and fabricating false testimony."

Leon's voice seemed to have magical power, bewitching Harry's mind, "You don't need to make a move, you just need to stay where you are, wait quietly for the incident to happen, wait for the werewolf to retreat, and then spread the video, and the conspiracy of the blood clan will be broken." ”

“.....”

Harry gritted his teeth and watched the waves flutter in the distance, the camera he had in hand still silently filming everything, like the best observer.

It is enough to just observe.

"Without sacrifice, there is no victory, Mr. Potter." Leon said calmly: "Think about your relatives who were persecuted by refugees from the Middle East, think about the British people who died tragically under the butcher's knife, they are your compatriots, they are the people you really need to care about." ”

“.... One yard to one yard, Mr. Leon. ”

Harry let out a heavy breath and placed the camera on the reef, drew his wand and pointed it at the werewolf, shouting, "Remove your weapon!" ”