The moment the Imprisonment Spell collided with the Silent Spell, Moody's Demon Eye suddenly erupted with a glimmer of light.

Although it was difficult for ordinary people to react to the sudden decrease in silence, the magic eye that he was proud of was different. He raised his wand and shouted:

"Heaven and earth!"

Wisps of light stretched out from his wand, looking unhurried, but in the blink of an eye, they wrapped around Silent Ran, forming a net-like encirclement.

Silently slamming around in the net, Moody's face turned visibly pale with each impact.

"Help!"

Seeing this, the other Aurors hurriedly worked together to stabilize the mana output.

Silence seemed to have infinite vitality, but the light network became stronger and stronger, and finally it became more and more solid, and kept shrinking towards the middle.

The black wind inevitably touched the light net, making a "zizi" explosion. The light in the light net gradually dimmed, and the black wind seemed to dissipate a lot, and the human form inside was faintly visible.

"Go on!"

Moody was overjoyed and roared loudly, his eyes fixed on the sky, not daring to be distracted.

The Aurors were miserable, and their mana output was reaching its limit. If they could still hold on, it would be their turn to fall.

The light in the sky shone brightly, but the Muggles below were fascinated, and some even knelt down on the spot, tears were rampant, as if witnessing the arrival of angels.

Norin, who was touching his chin to observe the scene, was taken aback, and he subconsciously jumped a few steps to the side, looking inexplicable.

After a while, there seemed to be a sound of things breaking in the sky, and the next moment, the light net finally couldn't support it, and the black wind howled and broke free.

It circled in the sky at high speed for a few weeks, then rushed straight towards Moody. Clearly, this man had provoked its wrath.

"Broken bones!"

Moody was not surprised, did not dodge or dodge, he calmed down, quickly finished the spell, and looked at him silently.

The black wind and the red light collided passionately in the air, splashing countless fires. Perhaps the black wind consumed too much, and began to retreat, and finally was hit by the red light in the center, falling backwards to the ground, and turning into a child on the road that shattered into a spider's web.

Since ancient times, the left side of the wave has been lost. Norin sighed with emotion, and looked at the mad-eyed man, this old yin thing, just now the magic was not good, but it was pretended.

With so many Aurors and Moody's magic exhausted, it's no wonder that Grindelwald would consider Credence Byarburn as the best weapon to defeat Dumbledore.

A few more Aurors hurried in. They glanced at the battlefield, then at the large number of Muggles, and sighed in unison.

Norlin was ready to go. Next is the time to clean the memory, there are so many Muggles on the scene, and I don't know how many people see the silence in the sky, this work must be time-consuming and laborious.

Moody walked over to the Silent One and crouched down to look at him.

It was a young boy of less than ten years old, skinny and with a withered face. There was anger in his eyes, as if there was a boundless hatred rooted in his body.

He glanced at Moody coldly, the corners of his mouth suddenly curled slightly, and when Moody raised his wand with an ominous premonition, it turned into a black wind again, and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.

"Damn it!"

Moody threw a fist in hatred, gritting his teeth.

Norin watched from afar, smacked his lips and left the spot.

After he was gone, an Auror appeared nearby, scratching his head, and muttered to himself:

"Strange, there was a strong wave of magic just now. I guess it's gone. ”

After a period of Oblivion Charm Muggle Expulsion, the scene gradually settled down. For Muggles, that magical battle was nothing more than a flash in the pan.

Norlin continued to look at the city until a voice rang in his ears:

"Kid, are you looking for Mom and Dad?"

Norin looked over with a little headache, many people had already asked him this along the way, and he was all considering whether to use the Manifestation Charm.

Just as he was about to say the words he had said many times, he was suddenly stunned, and an absurd thought appeared in his mind.

No way?

A middle-aged couple stood behind him with a little girl in their hands. The couple smiled kindly, looking like honest and kind citizens of London.

What Nolin was a little concerned about was the little girl they were holding. She had thick and unkempt brown hair, piercing brown eyes, and two large front teeth, like a bunny full of energy.

At this time, she was looking at Norlin with a little curiosity, thought for a moment, clapped her hands, and asked with some concern:

"You're Norlin Davis?"

“…… Be. ”

A question mark slowly popped up in Nolin's head, how did she know? When did I become so famous?

"How do you know?"

"I'm Hermione Granger." The girl said her name, and then said with bright eyes,

"I've seen you in The Times - this prodigy."

When she said the word "prodigy", there was obvious disbelief in her eyes.

Norlin tilted his head, and it took a moment to remember. When he was ten years old, he was chatting with a Chinese businessman when he was heard by a passing reporter and was shocked.

In the eyes of reporters, the complexity of the Huaxia language was beyond his reach, but it was spoken so fluently by a ten-year-old child that he immediately chased Norin and asked.

Nolin got impatient with the question, casually said that he was self-taught, and the reporter began to investigate Nolin and wrote an article that was published in The Times.

"You go to Eton College, right? Wait for me, I'll be here next year. ”

Hermione Granger waved her little fist with a look of anticipation, and the Granger couple couldn't laugh or cry.

"Hermione, don't do this."

Mrs. Granger rubbed her head and tucked her hair back, but it stubbornly jumped out.

Mrs. Granger smiled helplessly and said to Norlin:

"Did you get lost with your parents? Need our help? ”

"No thanks. I came out on my own. ”

Norlin shook his head and declined their kindness. He walked forward, thought for a moment, turned back to Hermione, and said:

"We'll see you again next year."

Hermione snorted, didn't answer, and threw her head up with her hands on her chest.

It's really childlike. Norlin laughed in his heart, and thought silently, is this considered to have seen the Iron Triangle once in advance?

He made up his mind that after they entered the school, he would try not to have too much contact, otherwise a lot of troubles would follow. Except for Harry, after all the neighbors for so many years, Norlin still regarded him as a younger brother in his heart.

There are many attractions in London, and Norlin has walked many places and watched a movie on a whim. By the time he got home, it was already night.

The next step is to learn about magic, he thought, and opened the door.

The next moment, his hair stood on end, and his wand appeared in his hand for the first time.

In the living room, a little boy in ragged clothes lay straight.