After the robbery of Melda's Great Glasgow Museum, the British Auror office did nothing.

Of course, they also went out in accordance with the regulations, patrolling the traces of the attackers everywhere.

It's just that it doesn't work very well.

It was as if the attackers had evaporated from the world, and no matter how much they looked for them, they could not find any trace.

There were even Aurors who came up with the idea that the attackers had already fled from Britain.

But there is no evidence for this idea.

Searching across borders is a cumbersome affair that involves multiple departments of the Ministry of Magic.

The Office of the Minister of Magic and the Logistics Service, the Department of the Law of Magic, the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters, and the Department of International Magical Cooperation are required.

And because it also involves the loss of magical items, even the Department of Mysteries will be involved.

In short, the Ministry of Magic will never spend manpower and material resources to hunt down people across borders because of such a thankless task.

In fact, what the entire Ministry of Magic did not expect was that the group of thugs did not leave England at all, and they were even under the nose of the Ministry of Magic, in London.

Pick a Muggle house at random and kill the Muggles who live in the house with a quick knife. Then the dove occupies the magpie's nest, and their actions are so simple, quite like the flavor of Grindelwald back then.

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"Philippon Burt, do you know how to cast spells?" In the dimly lit room, a hideous-looking man was holding a wand and yelling at the man sitting next to him flipping through an ancient book.

The small room was filled with the smell of blood, and from the photographs on the desk, it could be concluded that these two were definitely not the owners of this room.

"Did you know that the entire Auror of England is now hunting us. You're the fault for this. Your goddamn magic, your goddamn plan. ”

The man who was pointed at the wand looked only twenty-seven or eighteen years old, and he looked pretty good, and his figure was slender. It's just that at this moment, his face is pale and scary, and he has a temperament that no one can enter.

"Call me back, are you fucking deaf?"

The wand-wielding man was completely enraged by Philippon's indifferent appearance, and he held the wand together with both hands, staring at Philippon viciously. It was as if some evil spell was going to be recited in the next second.

"Avada suo."

A miserable green light flashed, and the man fell to the ground. There was no sound.

"You're still the same, Philemon." Outside the house, a sneering walked in an equally young man, who was not surprised by what was happening in the house.

He even waved his staff and recited a certain incantation, counting the white flames that rose out of thin air from the ground, and devoured the corpse that fell to the ground in a few breaths.

"Stupid British." The man said contemptuously, then looked up at Philimon.

"How's the magic going?"

"That's it." Philemon said without raising his head. He kept his head down and kept flipping through the ancient books in his hand.

"Okay, let's try it tonight." Doppler said coldly. There was a terrible glint in his eyes.

He clutched the necklace he was wearing around his neck, a necklace with the Deathly Hallows emblem.

"All for the greater good." Doppler said feverishly.

It was only then that Filimon raised his head, met Doppler's fiery gaze, and finally said calmly, "All for the greater good." ”

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It was very late in December, when the direct point of the sun was gradually moving southward, and it was always getting dark very quickly.

"How's the preparation going?" Doppler asked Philemon eagerly. Now they are one step away from success. He could not afford to lose the most crucial of all.

"No problem."

Compared to the impatient Doppler, Philimon was much calmer, and he placed the prepared magic items on the ground one by one.

Then he squatted on the floor, holding his wand and unleashing his magic power, carving intricate magic patterns into the ground.

It's a big job.

Although Philemon has practiced countless times. But it's still a big job.

There were more than dozens or hundreds of magic characters he needed to portray.

There are 1,200 of them.

The competition is his intelligence, but also his physical strength.

Even he, who knew all the magic patterns in his chest, had to take a break several times.

"Have you surveyed the area?" Taking advantage of the moment's rest, Philemon asked rigorly.

He was about to get to the point, and he didn't want to be disturbed. Thus the previous efforts are wasted.

"Rest assured, I've checked it out. Several Muggles around here are not at home. The only one who had someone was a Muggle dentist, and I had just put a sleeping charm on their whole family to make sure they would sleep until dawn. ”

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"Sleepy Curse?"

Living in the suburbs of London, there are also dentists in the family.

Naturally, this is reminiscent of a certain Hermione.

Unfortunately, the thugs chose Hermione's neighbors as a base.

It's the last two days of the Christmas break, and Hermione is going to bed early because she has a Hogwarts train tomorrow!

If Doppler hadn't snuck into her house, Hermione would never have noticed the anomaly in the house next door.

Mr. and Mrs. Vitra had already talked about their family going to Wales for Christmas this year, and Hermione thought that there would be no one next door these days.

"Wizard?"

Half-asleep, Hermione was awakened by the sound of something crashing.

She leaned against the door with her hands and feet, and vaguely saw what seemed to be a stranger breaking into her house.

Originally, Hermione only thought the man was a thief, until he pulled out his wand.

At the moment when the stranger cast a spell on her father, she wanted to rush out and fight him.

But after seeing that the man had only stunned her father with a stun charm, she calmed down as well.

The other party is an adult wizard, and the yin owl is terrifying, and he knows at a glance that he is not a character to be messed with, and he is undoubtedly hitting a stone with an egg when he rushes out now.

After confirming that the other party had no intention of hurting her parents, Hermione decisively chose to go back to bed and pretend to sleep.

After applying her armor first, Hermione lay down on the bed with a pretended composure. Quietly waiting.

"Huh? Anyone else? ”

A slightly shrill voice sounded, which made Hermione, who was half-lying on the bed, nervous. She closed her eyes tightly as if she were really asleep.

"Hmph." There was a hint of sarcasm in Doppler's cold tone.

"It turned out to be a Muggle imp."

He wasn't surprised. Because he's already cast spells on everyone in the entire block, and this is the last one.

After pulling out his wand and chanting the Sleep Charm to Hermione on the bed, Doppler quickly turned away.

There is something more important tonight, waiting for him to witness!

Dumbledore, you should be damned!