After a brief moment of contemplation, Gargamel relaxed his breath and shook the wand in his hand.

Magical rays of light flickered on Gargamel's wand, making him look mysterious.

"Give me your hat, your hat!" Gargamel shook his wand and pointed to the hat on Wilk's head.

"What are you doing!" Wilk reluctantly took off his hat and muttered as he handed it to Gargamel.

Gargamel, take Wilk's hat in his hand. Then, with a slight flick of the hand holding the wand, he shouted, "Change! ”

A faint magical glow burst out of Gargamel's wand.

The next second, the magic hit Wilk's hat. After waiting for three seconds, a rabbit emerged from the hat.

"Bunny!" Officer Wilk, looking at his hat.

This hat in the hat has already been played by magicians everywhere, even in Wilk's eyes, I don't think it's so mysterious.

"Is this magic? I think it's like magic, and street magicians love it! Wilk had suspicion in his eyes, not believing it was magic at all.

"What! You're questioning me, questioning a great magician! Take a look, that's magic, the magic of magic! Gargamel was upset by Wilk's questioning.

He was holding the rabbit's ears in one hand and tapping his hat with the other. And with a continuous beating, colorful petals flew out of the hat.

Petals flew out of Wilk's hat. After a while, the petals accumulated on the ground covered Gargamel's calf.

"Look, look! Magic, it's magic, you short-sighted mortal! Gargamel looked excited, dancing with his wand in his hands, not even noticing the three Harrys, who were completely stunned.

Stunned, really stunned Looking at the rabbit in Gargamel's hand, the three of them looked at each other, and they all showed stupid expressions.

"To be honest, I've never seen such imbecile magic!"

Hermione shook her head slightly expressionlessly, and the look of disdain on her face made Gargamel, who was happy, completely lose her smile.

"I completely agree with what you say. It's unbelievable that this man wants to be a professor at Hogwarts, does he want to teach us to be rabbits? ”

If it weren't felt, the faint magic fluctuations.

Ron wouldn't believe that this rabbit-turned-man could be a magician.

Magician, what a noble word.

Ron couldn't imagine that Gargamel's magic, with which teacher he learned it, was simply a shame on the wizarding world. You know, even the lowest-level magic apprentice would not use such bad means to prove that he is a magician, which is really stupid.

Now the three of them finally understand why Gargamel was caught by ordinary people. For this Gargamel is not so much a wizard as a clown, a clown who turns into a rabbit and a petal.

"Open the door spell, Alaho Cave open!" Hermione drew her wand and placed it on the iron door where Gargamel was closed.

Crunch held Gargamel's cage and opened directly with Hermione's spell, releasing Gargamel with a black face.

Gargamel, who was released, had a blue and white face.

Anyway, Gargamel is also a middle-aged man.

As an adult, he would be despised by three children, even with Gargamel's cheekiness, and he also felt a red face.

"My magic, it's always a little bit off. It's not a big problem, though, and I'll fix it! Gargamel tried to defend himself, but Harry didn't care about it.

The Harry trio came to investigate the massacre in the town.

All they cared about was Gargamel being the only survivor, what had happened that day, and what Gargamel had seen.

"A few days ago, four small towns were slaughtered around this border. Of these people, you are the only survivor. Tell us, what happened at that time? ”

Hermione and the three surrounded Gargamel, took out their wands one by one, and whispered to Gargamel.

"I, I'm not a murderer! The murderers are someone else, no, they're not human! Threatened by the three wands, Gargamel simply raised his hand and explained, "As you all know, I'm from France. That night, I crossed the Anglo-French border, carried my cat, and came to this town. ”

Under Gargamel's explanation, the three Harry listened quietly.

It was as if, with Gargamel's words, he had returned to that night five days ago

"Knock knock knock anyone, is there any kind person who can let me stay here for one night? Knock knock. Gargamel, who had crossed the border between England and France, was knocking on the door of the town with his golden cat in his arms.

The wind, sweeping through the sand and gravel, knocked on everything around it.

Gargamel knocked on the doors of several houses in a row, but because the wind had covered everything, the residents inside could not hear the knock on the door at all.

After a lot of going back and forth, Gargamel himself gave up on the luxury of living in a house.

However, there is no end to it.

This small seaside village is a fishing village that makes a living by fishing fish. Locals, because of the reason that thrift began. I really like to make a cellar in my backyard to save the fish that I have brought back.

Gargamel searched several cellars in a row, and when he found one that was unlocked, he was ecstatic to go inside.

If, there is no later incident, it is like the wanderings of Sanmao. It's just a starting point for the story, and there will be no border tragedy.

However, the night was not peaceful. Because in this town, during midnight, a group of uninvited guests came.

The neighing of the horses woke Gargamel from his sleep.

The chanting of the incantation overshadowed the howling wind outside.

Gargamel, though only a wizard with a hand, is no stranger to spells. Similarly, after hearing the chanting of these incantations, Gargamel had no intention of going out.

Time passed, and Gargamel hid in the cellar, too frightened to show his head.

However, people are always curious. Gargamel was also curious about what was going on outside, what kind of people were these people on their horses, and what they were doing.

After ten minutes of waiting, Gargamel was a little overwhelmed.

He crept to the exit of the cellar and peeked out.

In front of you, it's a group of knights from hell. They rode life-ridden bony horses and rode through the air, flying over the town.

In each room, as the Necro Knight chanted, a steady stream of white light flew out of it.

These white lights that exude the breath of life are like fireflies.

Necromantic knights, whizzing around these points of light. The white light was swallowed by the Necromantic Knights one after another, as if they were devouring a delicious meal.

With the sound of chanting, the feast lasted for half an hour.

Half an hour later, the Necro Knight was gone. At this time, Gargamel was completely stunned. Because Gargamel can see that the white light that these necromantic knights devour is simply the vitality of the living.

Gargamel, who was afraid of being caught by these people, had no intention of escaping. Gargamel crept into hiding, not daring to show his head at all.

The rest is pretty straightforward.

Early the next morning, a vendor who came to collect the fish found that the place had been turned into a ghost.

The police, who arrived belatedly, immediately cordoned off the entire town. Similarly, under a large-scale search, Gargamel was also caught hiding in the cellar

"That's all I know. To tell you the truth, if I hadn't been hiding in the cellar, I'm afraid I would have turned into a dried corpse like those people! Gargamel, who had told everything he knew, shrugged his shoulders with a happy face.

Gargamel had the expression of the rest of his life, and Harry and the others looked at each other with a look of indecision.

"These necromantic knights should be murderers. However, since these people can step on the void, they are likely to be powerful characters! Harry turned his head to look at Hermione and the others, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "What should we do, shall we chase or not?" ”

"Don't be funny, we're here to investigate the case, not to die. Chasing, how to chase, deliver them food? Ron shook his head firmly and deserted without hesitation.

Gargamel's necromantic knights are numbered in the hundreds.

With such a large number, it is likely that this is a Necromantic Knight, or a subordinate of some powerful person.

It doesn't matter if it's the former or the latter.

For Ron, it's all about finding death.

It is conceivable that if this is chased down in a daze, the greatest possibility is that it will become a meat bun for dogs.