A man with a stubble on his face and a brown jacket walked over with a half-eaten hamburger in his hand, opened the door of the cab carelessly, sat in, ate the food in his hand in two bites, and then shook the car key and lit the fire, and skillfully drove the car away from the side of the road as soon as he turned the steering wheel.

Roger sat in the back and picked the corners of his mouth in confusion, thinking that this buddy's heart was big enough, and there were two more big people in the back seat who didn't ask...

However, it was not yet fifty meters on the highway to the town, and after the driver comrade habitually looked at the rearview mirror, a pair of eyes suddenly widened, and he stepped on the brakes with a clatter.

He turned half of his body, looked at Roger and then at Dumbledore with a confused expression, and asked aloud, "Where are you from?"

Roger blinked and said straightly, "Outside." ”

"I can see that," the taxi driver turned his gaze back to Roger, "I'm asking how you got in." ”

Roger pointed to the car door next to him: "Open the car door and walk in." ”

"......" the driver choked on and couldn't say a word.

"Honestly, what's the point of asking this question, isn't it a taxi that we're in?" Roger said in a still suffocating tone, "and now we need you to provide transportation services immediately. ”

"Really?" the taxi driver glanced at Roger, who didn't seem to want any service at all. He turned his head to look at the two uninvited guests: "Then I ask you to get out of the car immediately..."

But before he finished speaking, Roger took out a pile of counterfeit money from his pocket and handed it over: "Drive, these are yours." ”

The taxi driver's eyes suddenly widened even wider than before, and the money at a glance was at least more than 10,000 pounds.

"Did you just come out after robbing the bank?" the driver didn't dare to take over when he saw so much money.

Roger directly threw the pile of waste paper into the passenger seat: "If I were you, for the sake of so much money, I would definitely rush out immediately by stepping on the accelerator." ”

The taxi driver rounded back and forth between Money and Roger, and finally slowly started the car.

"Where's the place? He said.

Roger lifted the lid of the compass and pointed to the front right: "Go in that direction." ”

"Tell me the exact address, not just 'that direction'...", the driver said speechlessly.

"Wait, I'll take a look first..."Roger asked for a map from Dumbledore, studied it, and said, "It should be around 5.23°W and 57.66°N......"

Before Roger could finish speaking, the taxi driver gave a slap on the side of his head, signaling him not to say any more: "Let's just go in this direction..."

Before the work began, the driver comrade was a little looking forward to the end. If it weren't for the money, he really didn't want to pull this 'woman' who was speechless all the time. Looking at her skinny appearance, she always feels like a drug addict who may hang up at any time. Look at the middle-aged man again, he didn't say a word with a gloomy face just now... I guess I ran into some kind of drug trafficking organization...

This thought made the driver comrade shudder, and his eyes looked at the bulging waists of the two of them (the wine jug containing the compound decoction), and suddenly became unsquinting and driving, not daring to say a word more.

So the journey along the way is somewhat dull. Dumbledore, in addition to using the map from time to time to confirm Voldemort's location, was watching the scenery flying by outside the window. In addition to relying on the compass to guide the driver, Roger is also rarely not talkative.

He was thinking about something else. If nothing else, Voldemort doesn't have a few days to live, and that should be on the agenda early.

Within half an hour of the car, Roger saw another town in the distance, and after comparing the map and the compass, he and the others stopped the taxi driver.

"Okay, just stop here. Roger patted the back of the driver's seat and said.

When the driver heard this, he immediately pulled over and left the steering wheel with his handle in a proper manner.

Before getting out of the car, Dumbledore took out a small handful of gold galleons from his pocket and handed it to the driver comrade in front of him. Lao Deng will not let an innocent melon-eating crowd suffer losses because of his own convenience.

The taxi driver looked at Lao Deng a little bewildered, and didn't dare to stretch out his hand.

"Take your tip," Roger said darkly, staring into the driver's eyes from the rearview mirror, "but you have to remember that you have been in that town all this day, and you have never seen us, do you know?"

The taxi driver swallowed hard and nodded slightly, slowly. Roger raised an eyebrow at him in satisfaction and motioned for him to take the gold coins away.

Both of them got out of the car, and the taxi driver quickly shifted gears and reversed, leaving a pile of exhaust fumes and disappearing without a trace.

Dumbledore had put away his map and wand, and no matter how large the map was, a town with almost no name would be marked on it enough to cover the tip of the wand. And it's not wise to casually expose a wand in ordinary society, so it's all up to Roger's compass next.

A man and a woman walked into the town, which looked full of traces of time, and followed the pointer's instructions to twist diagonally through the streets, and finally stopped in front of a small river.

The river seems to be the western boundary of the town, and there are no buildings left on the other side of the river.

"It seems that Voldemort did not live in the town, but hid outside the town," Roger stood on the shallows of the river, looked back at the buildings behind him, and said to Old Deng, "You have already contacted Snape, then we have to find a place around here to see him and watch him out." ”

The riverside is far from the center of the town, and not many houses have been built here, but the few that meet both conditions are met. So the two of them didn't bother, picked one that looked old enough and knocked on the door.

Ordinary people have no resistance at all in the hands of wizards without any alertness. The drunken old man who opened the door didn't even have time to say a dirty word before he was overturned by Dumbledore's sleepy magic.

Dumbledore can't be blamed for rushing to make a move, if Roger is allowed to come, he prefers to solve such small matters with his fists.

Stepping over the old drunkard who had fallen asleep, Roger walked around the house and found that the old man seemed to be living here by himself. Most of the curtains were drawn, household garbage was everywhere, empty wine bottles were piled up into a hill, and the smell of alcohol volatilization and fermented leftovers made the house stink everywhere.

"We really have a vision, and we directly picked the worst house in this town. Roger couldn't help but fan his face, and the smell was a little smoky.

Dumbledore couldn't stand the garbage can-like room, so he drew his wand and waved it around, the dirty curtains stained with unknown filth suddenly opened, and the windows opened automatically. Fresh air came in with the sunlight, and the bottles that were piled up and scattered flew out of the exit in a row.

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A man with a stubble on his face and a brown jacket walked over with a half-eaten hamburger in his hand, opened the door of the cab carelessly, sat in, ate the food in his hand in two bites, and then shook the car key and lit the fire, and skillfully drove the car away from the side of the road as soon as he turned the steering wheel.

Roger sat in the back and picked the corners of his mouth in confusion, thinking that this buddy's heart was big enough, and there were two more big people in the back seat who didn't ask...

However, it was not yet fifty meters on the highway to the town, and after the driver comrade habitually looked at the rearview mirror, a pair of eyes suddenly widened, and he stepped on the brakes with a clatter.

He turned half of his body, looked at Roger and then at Dumbledore with a confused expression, and asked aloud, "Where are you from?"

Roger blinked and said straightly, "Outside." ”

"I can see that," the taxi driver turned his gaze back to Roger, "I'm asking how you got in." ”

Roger pointed to the car door next to him: "Open the car door and walk in." ”

"......" the driver choked on and couldn't say a word.

"Honestly, what's the point of asking this question, isn't it a taxi that we're in?" Roger said in a still suffocating tone, "and now we need you to provide transportation services immediately. ”

"Really?" the taxi driver glanced at Roger, who didn't seem to want any service at all. He turned his head to look at the two uninvited guests: "Then I ask you to get out of the car immediately..."

But before he finished speaking, Roger took out a pile of counterfeit money from his pocket and handed it over: "Drive, these are yours." ”

The taxi driver's eyes suddenly widened even wider than before, and the money at a glance was at least more than 10,000 pounds.

"Did you just come out after robbing the bank?" the driver didn't dare to take over when he saw so much money.

Roger directly threw the pile of waste paper into the passenger seat: "If I were you, for the sake of so much money, I would definitely rush out immediately by stepping on the accelerator." ”

The taxi driver rounded back and forth between Money and Roger, and finally slowly started the car.

"Where's the place? He said.

Roger lifted the lid of the compass and pointed to the front right: "Go in that direction." ”

"Tell me the exact address, not just 'that direction'...", the driver said speechlessly.

"Wait, I'll take a look first..."Roger asked for a map from Dumbledore, studied it, and said, "It should be around 5.23°W and 57.66°N......"

Before Roger could finish speaking, the taxi driver gave a slap on the side of his head, signaling him not to say any more: "Let's just go in this direction..."

Before the work began, the driver comrade was a little looking forward to the end. If it weren't for the money, he really didn't want to pull this 'woman' who was speechless all the time. Looking at her skinny appearance, she always feels like a drug addict who may hang up at any time. Look at the middle-aged man again, he didn't say a word with a gloomy face just now... I guess I ran into some kind of drug trafficking organization...

This thought made the driver comrade shudder, and his eyes looked at the bulging waists of the two of them (the wine jug containing the compound decoction), and suddenly became unsquinting and driving, not daring to say a word more.

So the journey along the way is somewhat dull. Dumbledore, in addition to using the map from time to time to confirm Voldemort's location, was watching the scenery flying by outside the window. In addition to relying on the compass to guide the driver, Roger is also rarely not talkative.

He was thinking about something else. If nothing else, Voldemort doesn't have a few days to live, and that should be on the agenda early.

Within half an hour of the car, Roger saw another town in the distance, and after comparing the map and the compass, he and the others stopped the taxi driver.

"Okay, just stop here. Roger patted the back of the driver's seat and said.

When the driver heard this, he immediately pulled over and left the steering wheel with his handle in a proper manner.

Before getting out of the car, Dumbledore took out a small handful of gold galleons from his pocket and handed it to the driver comrade in front of him. Lao Deng will not let an innocent melon-eating crowd suffer losses because of his own convenience.

The taxi driver looked at Lao Deng a little bewildered, and didn't dare to stretch out his hand.

"Take your tip," Roger said darkly, staring into the driver's eyes from the rearview mirror, "but you have to remember that you have been in that town all this day, and you have never seen us, do you know?"

The taxi driver swallowed hard and nodded slightly, slowly. Roger raised an eyebrow at him in satisfaction and motioned for him to take the gold coins away.

Both of them got out of the car, and the taxi driver quickly shifted gears and reversed, leaving a pile of exhaust fumes and disappearing without a trace.

Dumbledore had put away his map and wand, and no matter how large the map was, a town with almost no name would be marked on it enough to cover the tip of the wand. And it's not wise to casually expose a wand in ordinary society, so it's all up to Roger's compass next.

A man and a woman walked into the town, which looked full of traces of time, and followed the pointer's instructions to twist diagonally through the streets, and finally stopped in front of a small river.

The river seems to be the western boundary of the town, and there are no buildings left on the other side of the river.

"It seems that Voldemort did not live in the town, but hid outside the town," Roger stood on the shallows of the river, looked back at the buildings behind him, and said to Old Deng, "You have already contacted Snape, then we have to find a place around here to see him and watch him out." ”

The riverside is far from the center of the town, and not many houses have been built here, but the few that meet both conditions are met. So the two of them didn't bother, picked one that looked old enough and knocked on the door.

Ordinary people have no resistance at all in the hands of wizards without any alertness. The drunken old man who opened the door didn't even have time to say a dirty word before he was overturned by Dumbledore's sleepy magic.