At dusk, daylight divides the sky in two, with half of the canopy soaked in the dusk streamer, while the other half is still a light icy blue in late winter.

The sound of traffic in the distance has become hazy through the weakening of the spatial distance, as if it were in a dream, and the murmuring water in the distance does not add much poetic comfort, and the stench released by the winding river that drifts through the shadows from time to time envelops large areas of settlement.

"It's going to be here—"

Looking out at the center of this large and cluttered residential area, the chimneys that jutted into the sky were very abrupt in the midst of the low-rise buildings, and Amosta smirked.

"You've been here, Mr. Blaine?"

The Aurors had already set up their arrangements in advance, and a magical barrier had been established in the vicinity, and everything within the barrier seemed fixed to the outside world, and the anti-illusion spell made it impossible to escape or break into it through the illusion.

And the Muggle Expulsion Spell caused the scattered Muggles who still lived here to go out of their homes and rush to the bustling city within the enchantment lockdown.

With the target house as the center, on the roof of the nearby house, there were several circles of Aurors, inside and out, and a jackdaw strayed into the barrier, but after sensing the evil aura that permeated the human beings who climbed onto the roof, it immediately let out a frightened cry and hurriedly flapped its wings and left.

Kingsley watched as the last Muggles walked out of the house away from the barrier, only to hear Amosta Blaine beside him suddenly say this.

"Ah, hehe, probably over there, I don't remember very well--"

Amosta smiled happily, and he spun around in place, then pointed in one direction and said to Kingsley,

"This is southeast London, a town called Cockworth, this is an abandoned Muggle industrial area, once thriving, but as the Muggles changed their development centers, and the surrounding environment was heavily polluted, it gradually declined-"

Kingsley listened very carefully, and Amosta thought about it and said with a smile,

"Professor Severus Snape's abode in the Muggle world is here, and I had a summer vacation when I was at Hogwarts. Oh, I think it was about the fourth year, and I had some problems that I couldn't solve on my own, and I didn't have an owl at the time, so I found the door at the address that Professor Snape had given me in advance—"

"I see—"

Kingsley nodded a little surprised, "It's an interesting coincidence. I bet Severus would be proud of having taught a wizard like you. ”

"Maybe—"

Amosta laughed, looking in a good mood.

The sky was getting darker, and many of the dilapidated houses in the cluttered residential area were lit up with electric lights that glowed like gas.

With a snap, the Auror, who had previously reported the news to the Leaky Cauldron, flashed to Kingsley's side,

"The barrier has been secured, Mr. Blaine--"

Amosta bowed slightly, thought for a moment and asked,

"When you checked your Muggle memories, did you spot any suspicious creatures near this person?"

"Didn't find out, Mr. Brean--"

Agnesa shook her head and said respectfully to Amosta,

"We thought about whether the controller was nearby, but there was nothing wrong with the Muggles' memories."

Amosta pursed her lips and nodded again.

All the Aurors on the nearby rooftops, including Kingsley, looked like they were facing a great enemy, but Amosta, with a calm expression, landed on the ground unhurriedly.

Crash!

With a violent tremor of space, the space of the house in the center of the target was suddenly stretched, and the house next to him was pulled behind the approaching Aurors with a thud, and the house with the windows sealed by the wooden planks was separated.

At this time, Amosta finally set his eyes on the house, and as his gaze deepened, his eyes gradually narrowed, and his expression became more and more cold.

"Wait--"

Under Kingsley's leadership, the Aurors were about to break down the door and pull out the people in the house, but at this moment, Amosta, who was on top of the Aurors, suddenly stopped their actions.

Many of the Aurors, including Kingsley, frowned. It is very important to be quiet when carrying out the arrest operation, because the movement may make the criminal aware of it, which may lead to the failure of the secret arrest, and even casualties, if the person who spoke was not Amosta Bryan, he might have to turn around and cast a spell at Amosta to shut him up.

"What's going on, Mr. Blaine?"

Kingsley quickly retreated to Amosta's side, his glimmering wand still pointing at the besieged room.

"There's no living person in the room—"

Amosta's face was calm, and what he said made Agnesa look confused, and he was about to explain to Mr. Bryne, when he heard Amosta say lightly,

"There were no living people in the room, only a corpse--"

"Yin corpse?!"

Kingsley's lips tightened, and his brow furrowed, both surprised and angry,

"Not the Imperius Curse?"

The Aurors are no strangers to the Yin Corps, but the Aurors around them are still shocked, since the fall of Voldemort, this kind of dark magic creature made from human corpses has not been very popular, and for a long time, they have not seen it again.

"I'm sure I'm not mistaken--"

Amosta's tone was calm, his wand slid down his palm, and he waved it at the house.

Like a cardboard box that had been spliced to the ground, the walls of the house slowly opened along the seams and laid out softly on the floor, finally revealing the scene inside the house to the eyes of the Aurors.

The messy room didn't deserve much attention, but the smell suffocated the Aurors, who frowned and looked at the bed in the room.

Jingle bells!

Suddenly there was a rapid electric bell in the dim Siye, this sudden episode surprised Amosta, his eyes moved slightly, and he looked at the position at the end of the bed, where a storage box was placed, and a black wire came out of the gap, and after a few laps at the foot of the bed that supported the bed board, he crawled into the dark bed.

The Aurors all turned their eyes to Amosta Blaine, asking what to do next.

There was a rush and anger in the crisp ringtone, as if the emotions of the person making the call were transmitted along the phone line on the other end of the phone.

After thinking about it, Amosta stepped out of the crowd and walked towards the storage box that emitted the anxious electric ringtone, and the moment his footsteps stepped over the original wall of the house, the anomaly protruded!

Span!

Lying on the bed all the time, the Yin Corpse with his eyes closed and stiff suddenly bounced up from the bed in the terrifying sight of many Aurors, and the powerful and evil magic power burst out from the cold body of the Yin Corpse, and the sudden and violent wind instantly swept away the storage box at the end of the bed, and the Yin Corpse was instantly suspended in the air under the effect of the powerful magic, looking down on Amosta Bryne and the Aurors condescendingly.

"Be careful!!

Kingsley only had time to shout the word as he watched as the whites of his eyes rolled over the yin corpse that flew up from the bed and hung in the air like dark green, and then turned into an abyssal black!

At the same time, the gray skin of this yin corpse was covered with dense red bulges in the sound of hula, and in the blink of an eye, it had changed from a human form to a hideous, terrifying big ball of meat.

The volcanic eruption-like magic gave all the Aurors present a sense of impending disaster, and in the moment before the explosion, each of the instinctive Aurors was backing back, watching the red ball of flesh shrink and expand with each breath.

Dozens of miserable white beams of light burst through the red skin of the meat ball from the inside out, intending to ignite the night!

Thundered!

It's too close!

The moment the explosion occurred, Kingsley seemed to see a sun rise in front of him, and although he and his men began to retreat the moment they noticed something unusual, they were still too close compared to the explosion that was about to sweep everything away!

Kingsley's forehead was bruised, and boundless remorse welled up in his heart.

It's not that he's afraid of sacrifice, it's just that almost half of the Auror Office's elite forces are here, if they're all buried.

Between life and death, everything that was happening slowed down in Kingsley's eyes, he could even see the violent fireball expanding inch by inch, feel the temperature of the air clinging to his skin climbing rapidly, the crazy vibrating air pounding his eardrums, and just as his heart was waiting for death to come, his eyes gradually dimmed and swept over Amosta Blaine

Everything in the horizon slowed down, however, Amosta Blaine's movements were very normal, Kingsley saw Amosta Bryan easily scoop up the Muggle telephone rolled out of the storage box that was lifted from mid-air, picked up the phone with his left hand and put it on his ear, and the wand that popped out of his right wrist suddenly pointed at the cracked ball of flesh, and the tip of the rod spewed out a flood of milky white light—

"Hey, hello--"

In the raging wind, one hand firmly suppressed the storm of the explosion, and Amosta, who was light and breezy, picked up the phone and tilted his head and said.

(End of chapter)