Early morning.

The sunlight of the morning sun, which contains infinite vitality, breaks through the barriers of dark green leaves again and again, leaving dappled light and shadow on the dew-soaked ground. It's the best time of the day, and even the cold air of the isolated primeval forest is full of vitality, and the crisp chirping of birds that sometimes sweep over the canopy not only does not disturb the silence of the jungle, but makes it even more secluded.

A deep night's sleep had made Amosta's fatigue from the seas tossing and dancing against Azkaban's defensive magic disappear, and the eyes of the old woods were rejuvenated as the gentle sunlight passed through his cheeks.

After spending half an hour dealing with hygiene and breakfast, and packing up the tent, Amosta scanned the surroundings with a slightly wary gaze, and then, knocking on his head with his wand, his figure gradually disappeared from the rocky mountain with an icy clear current.

Last night, Amosta ruthlessly wiped out the dark wizard colonies in Albania, and for some time to come, this event is sure to cause an uproar in the European underworld.

The dark wizards who are still in this area may be frightened and flee quickly, but then, they will gather people to kill and come back to take revenge, which is almost certain, each of the dark wizards he killed will have a teacher or friend, and they will not turn a blind eye to this, and the Killing Sect is also a blood feud, and the wizards who came out of this country will not let him go.

Dark wizards are also wizards, and after receiving the news, the International Federation of Wizards will probably not let it go, and there is a high probability that it will also send a life investigation.

Amosta was not afraid of this, but the forest was bound to be bustling with activity for some time to come, and he had to investigate what he wanted to investigate before it became spectacular.

Tracking a wizard in the woods is much easier than tracking down a magical creature.

Magical creatures themselves are part of the forest, and the forest will help them to hide their whereabouts, and there will always be conspicuous traces wherever wizards walk, although experienced wizards know how to hide themselves, but this concealment is itself a kind of exposure in the eyes of true connoisseurs.

Two hours later, Amosta appeared deep in the woods.

It's no longer enough to describe the isolation of the place. Each of the tall trees was nearly 100 feet tall, and the thickness of the fallen leaves beneath their feet was also staggering, and the collapse of the rotting leaves accumulated over the centuries could cause a large area near the foothold to undulate like waves.

The air was filled with a toxic miasma and the aroma of wine, which came from a large area of fruit trees that Amosta had passed before. The fruit of those fruit trees fell to the ground and accumulated over time, forming a thick layer of fruit puree, and under the natural fermentation, the fruit wine was accidentally brewed, and a small strange fruit wine lake was formed.

Logically, the lake should be crowded with all kinds of creatures in the forest, but strangely enough, there was no creature on the sticky surface of the lake, except for the bones of some small animals.

He was guided all the way to the place by some strange traces on the lakeside.

There were many stout marks on the rotten and soft ground, which looked like they had been left by a python after it had swam past.

Compared to other places, the plants here are tall, but the density is not particularly high, and it seems a little sparse, but these are not strange things, and the tall trees deprive the earth of nutrients, so that the grass and vines cannot survive.

The poisonous miasma that permeated the air made everything that caught the eye eerie, as if behind those faint fogs, ghosts were peeking in the gloom.

Amosta floated in mid-air, looking down at the ground.

The scars on the pile of rotting leaves were jumbled and overlapped, and it seemed that he was close to the python's lair, but Amosta didn't go any further.

He floated up to a tall redwood, looked up, and stared at the withered leaftips of the redwood.

This redwood did not suffer any disease, but it strangely withered during the season of full bloom, and was completely deprived of life.

This is not uncommon here, and Amosta swept it away, and there are many trees in this area. Fingertips brushed over the charred trunk of the tree, and Amosta's eyes flickered.

These trees do not die normally, but are depleted by a force that has been drained of their vitality.

It's not that wizards don't have this means to do this, but those who have similar effects are some black magic, and the effect of black magic is brutal, like a cistern, if you want to drain the water in the pool, the black magic will blow up the dam, and the current situation is like someone has opened the dam gate in some way, which is much gentler

Moving on, many animal bones were found along the way, most of these remains were pitch black, it seemed that they had been eroded by some kind of venom before their death, and some of the bones were shattered, and there was no need to think about it, they were entangled by a giant python and died.

Everything in front of us confirms a certain possibility.

Even though he had anticipated this possibility, Amosta still couldn't figure out how it had happened.

At the front of the path, there is a huge banyan tree.

The banyan tree's canopy and aerial roots cover nearly half the size of a Quidditch pitch, and the roots of the trunk are a wide cavity.

Wandering around with a slightly piercing gaze, Amosta clenched his wand.

Someone tried to hide the traces of their magic, but the alien sea of magic still showed obvious signs of erosion, just like the traces left by the giant python he had found on the rotting leaf ground on the shore of the fruit wine lake.

It is an extremely vicious magic, extremely corrosive and very dangerous.

Upon stepping inside, the sight inside the hollow made Amosta frown secretly.

The air here is not as rotten as outside, and the soft fallen leaves on the ground are very dry, as if they have been cleaned up.

In the innermost part of the tree hole, there was a small area where the fallen leaves were stacked thicker than the others, and Amosta floated over, staring at the fallen leaves for a while, and suddenly, with a flick of his fingers, a small thing flew into his hand with a thud.

It's scales!

It must have been left behind by the python that was active in this area.

After examining the scales for a while, Amosta put them in his pocket, and his eyes continued to search, and after a while, he found a small seedling in the middle of the tree hole.

The verdant grass seedling has not yet completely broken away from the layers of fallen leaves, and it seems that it has not been a few days since it broke through the blockade of the soil.

After a moment of thought, Amosta flicked his wand, and a small breeze squeezed the fallen leaves of the seedlings.

And the moment he saw the dirt, Amosta's brows furrowed unconsciously.

The soil in the vicinity is much darker than the outer ring, and the soil is wet and looks strangely sticky.

Amosta dipped his fingers in dirt and sniffed at the wing of his nose, the rancid smell that made his heart sink in his heart.

It's human flesh and blood, and it looks like it's been corrupted and destroyed by magic.

Is it Vitia Cleona or the employee of the British Ministry of Magic she took from the House of Soul Eaters?

It didn't take much thought to ask for an answer.

"Whew-"

Patting the dirt on his hands, Amosta breathed a long sigh of relief, staring at the light and shadow that left in the air, with a slight melancholy and confusion between his eyebrows,

"You two. How did you hook up? ”

(End of chapter)