It took Amocha a moment to find Grimmauld Place, as Tonks only mentioned to him the place as 'a rundown neighborhood in north-west London', but north-west London was so broad that Amosta couldn't walk through every Muggle street and ask anyone if they had heard of Grimmauld Place.

However, it is not the first time that the experienced Amosta has encountered such problems after working outside for several years.

After returning to London that night and resting at the inn, he approached the largest Muggle police station in the area early the next morning, and then walked in with a phantom charm, hypnotized a policeman, and found the archives, and it took half an hour to find the specific location of Grimmauld Place.

Before leaving, he stopped by a fast-food restaurant for breakfast, and by the time he reached the three-mile area around Grimmauld Place in Muggle fashion, the sun had risen in the middle of the canopy.

"It's a run-down place, indeed--"

Three miles away, in a 24-hour convenience store, behind a clean glass window, Amosta, who was eating a hot dog, looked at the neighborhood that was about to leave the city.

It was daytime, but there were not many cars and muggles to be seen on the main road of the block, the paint of the tall street lamps on both sides of the road was badly damaged, and a light wind swept by, and the old newspapers that had been abandoned on the side of the road swirled and floated into the air, hanging on the clothes pole outside the balcony of a house.

There were traces of magic in the air - this did not surprise Amosta, he had expected this in advance, otherwise he would not have approached it in a Muggle way.

Surveillance magic is the work of the Aurors, they monitor a large area around Grimmauld Place, as soon as they find someone using magic in this area, then the next second, the Aurors will appear behind you, and threaten to lock you up or something...

However, apparitions were not forbidden in the area, in fact, the Aurors would have preferred Sirius Black to do the same.

So... How to approach the house, Amosta thought to himself with bulging cheeks.

In this area, there is not only surveillance magic, but also a considerable number of Aurors, dotted into lines, wires into nets, and the center of Grimmauld Place, evenly divided within three miles, not letting go of a single loophole, and supporting each other in the event of an attack.

It's not the first time Amosta has dealt with the Aurors, and he still agrees with their 'business ability', but their problem is that they can't deal with 'sophisticated' wizards.

It wasn't a problem for Amosta to really break in as a golden viper, but he didn't want to do it, he had used the identity of the 'golden viper' for a few years, and he already had a certain degree of popularity and prestige, and Amosta didn't want to make this identity incompatible with the Ministry of Magic.

For the sake of the stability of the wizarding world, the Ministry of Magic can tolerate wizards in the underworld doing some law-breaking things, but this tolerance will certainly not be reflected in Sirius Black's case.

A change of vest?

It's not impossible... But thinking about Tonks, who had only been discharged from St. Mungo's hospital for a long time, Amosta hesitated and gave up on this method.

Tuk, tuk, tuk---

Amosta stared at the depopulated neighborhood with an expressionless face, gently tapping on the tabletop, making a rhythmic sound, for a while, the percussion sound suddenly stopped, the upturned fingers hovered in mid-air, and the corners of Amosta's mouth inexplicably smiled,

"So, let's turn the tiger away from the mountain..."

.......................

The night was thick, and the dusk moonlight was gradually obscured by the moving black clouds, and the shadows emerged from one end of the street like a tide, slowly but surely pulling the world into a mysterious atmosphere.

Quack--quack--

A few frightened crows fluttered their wings from a barren meadow in the middle of Grimmauld Place, leaping over the rooftops and disappearing into the darkness, their rough and hoarse cries adding to the incomprehensibility of the night.

Hah...

In a dark alleyway south of Grimmauld Place, Tonks, dressed in a dark cloak and sheltered in the shadow of a telephone pole, snorted, his eyes locked on the 11th and 13th small buildings in the square, but his eyes were full of weariness.

At this time, a slight sound suddenly came from behind her, which made Tonks tremble, and she suddenly turned around when she woke up in an instant, but after seeing that the person who came was a figure that was a little darker than the darkness, Tonks also breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his shoulder, and slowly lowered the wand in his hand.

"I'm here for a shift, Tonks, you can go find a place to rest for a while--"

The words spoken in a calm, deep voice lifted the tired Tonks slightly, but she did not follow the instructions and left immediately.

"I think we're just working in vain, Kingsley."

Glancing at the square where there was no movement, Tonks grumbled in a low voice,

"We've been here since Black escaped from Azkaban, but so far we haven't found anything, so according to me, we should send all the Aurors around Hogwarts to search Hogsmeade... And the Forbidden Forest, instead of wasting precious time and energy here, Kingsley! ”

"There's some truth to what you're saying, Tonks."

Surprisingly, Kingsley did not refute Tonks's opinion, and apparently, he had a similar judgment in mind.

Kingsley and Tonks stood side by side, facing the tattered plaza in silence for a long time, Kingsley took a deep breath and said

"But Blake is a Death Eater, Tonks, you haven't lived through those years and don't know what a cruel and cunning bunch the Death Eaters are... As long as there is the slightest possibility, we can't ignore it. ”

"Okay, you're right, Kingsley, but maybe you can arrange for me to go to Hogsmeade, at least, I can have a drink with my old classmates after work--"

Tonks flicked a few times, and the pink hair, which was a little dull and more like withered grass, grunted discontentedly,

"It's really hurtful to stay up late, and recently I've found out that my hair is falling out so badly--"

Rumble!

A low rumbling roar like thunder came from two miles away from the other direction, accompanied by a terrible scream, and the brilliant fireworks that suddenly exploded in mid-air made the quiet and gloomy night boil completely!

"Stop, Blake!"

When the explosion of fireworks settled, a roar of rage turned Tonks and Kingsley's faces pale.

"It's the voice of Dallux!" With disbelief in his eyes, Tonks gasped and screamed, "Blake..., he's really back here!" ”

Kingsley's face was grim and he didn't respond.

His wand pointed at the void in front of him, and with a whisper, a graceful, glittering lynx broke away from a mist of silver-white light.

Kingsley stepped forward quickly, and used his wand to inject a piece of information into the lynx's brain, and the lynx jumped a few times in mid-air, and then, suddenly, disappeared in front of the two of them.

"Kingsley?" Tonks asked, confused, "What are you doing, we should..."

"Just in case, Tonks," Kingsley said calmly, "let's go, Tonks, let's get that dastardly bastard back to Azkaban!" ”



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