After the explosion in the milky white screen actually happened, a crimson sun suddenly appeared in front of the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic!

The light screen made by Amosta Bryan couldn't help but isolate the explosion, and it also isolated the heat, but the Aurors who were still in the cool air could see that the fire waves in the light screen were surging wildly like solid magma, and wave after wave desperately hit the light screen, and the whistling sound of the fire waves sounding in their ears was like the roar of an evil dragon, which made people's hearts sway!

The crimson waves of fire soon turned pale, and the blinding light made the Aurors who had stopped their footsteps unconsciously cover their eyes with their palms, so as not to be stabbed by the dazzling light.

After another dozen seconds, the pale light changed again.

The light and heat from the violent explosion were always firmly confined to the light screen, and the small space allowed the power of the explosion to rise to a new level, and now, the fireball turned as blue as a clear summer sky, which at first glance was beautiful, but every Auror could feel the devastating power within.

The sweat from Kingsley's sideburns almost formed a small stream, not because of the burning heat, but because of the cold sweat that came out of the fright.

If the power of the explosion hadn't been unleashed by Amosta Blayn's here, not a single living person in the magical enchantment within a few hundred feet would not have survived even the rats and cockroaches in the sewers!

And Amosta, who was only ten feet away from the explosion that was blocked by the light screen, raised his hand steadily, except for his hair and clothes fluttering in the wind, his expression was not shocked, but he tilted his head slightly and listened carefully to the voice on the phone.

"--Oh, thank God, you're finally willing to answer the phone, Frazier!"

On the other end of the phone, it was a young female voice with a somewhat familiar voice, although she said thank you, but it was not difficult to judge that when the owner of the voice made this call, her heart surged with surging anger, and she didn't even hear that the man who had just said 'hello' to her was not the Frazier she was familiar with.

"I didn't come home for Christmas for several years, I called you at least two hundred times, and only this one got through I don't understand, if you feel scared, why don't you go to the police, oh, if you don't want to answer my phone, why don't you answer Mom and Dad's phone, do you know, three days ago, Mom fell while walking alone on the road, her leg was broken, and now she is still living in the hospital. She just wants to meet you, to see her son."

The girl on the other end of the phone shouted angrily,

"Why don't you speak?!"

"Hello, ma'am—"

Amosta narrowed his eyes and said calmly.

The phone seemed to be cut off for a long time, and just as Amosta was about to say hello again, the girl spoke again, and her calm voice was wary and stern,

"Who are you, you're not Fraser. You're the guy who bewitched him, aren't you! ”

Kingsley saw Brian's wrist slam up, and then, the blue fireball in front of him, which was encircled by a magic shield, burst into the sky with a brilliant tail flame, and under the gaze of everyone, the meteor-like fire ball drew a comet trajectory in mid-air, breaking through the magic barrier, and plunging into the stinky river in the distance.

Airplanes--

A faint blue light swept across the bottom of the river for a moment, and then, within a mile of the distance, the river tumbled violently, and rose white smoke as if it had been boiled.

The fine white smoke continued continuously, like a curtain suddenly appearing on the surface of the river. Kingsley and his colleagues watched the scene in silence until the cold wind had completely cooled the river and diluted the disembodied curtains.

"--I'm at Cockworth, yes, that's the place, my name."

Amosta paused,

"Oh, I'll tell you when you see me--"

Toot--toot-toot--

Kingsley, who had some knowledge of Muggle technology, knew that it was the person on the other end of the phone who had interrupted the conversation.

"Mr. Blaine—"

The scattered Aurors gathered around in despair, and Kingsley moved his parched lips and spoke in a hoarse, deep voice.

Amosta was wondering why he felt a little familiar with the voice on the phone, and it was this familiarity that made him alert not to say his name or ask for the other person's name.

Kingsley's call brought him back to his senses, and Amosta looked at Kingsley, and the sweaty Aurors, and he smiled at them,

"No one was hurt, right?"

"No--"

Kingsley whispered,

"It's all thanks to you, otherwise the Auror office would be completely finished, and we're afraid we wouldn't have had the chance to go to St. Mungo to heal."

"Don't say that, Kingsley--"

Amosta looked gentle,

"You do what I suggest, and I owe it to you to avoid these risks, ah. Of course, as you can see, we did a lot of useless work--"

"What the hell is going on, Mr. Blaine?"

Thinking of the explosion just now, Kingsley still had a palpitation, and he couldn't help but ask.

"Oh, it's obviously not—"

Amosta turned and looked at the house that had been swept away by the strong wind and left only a pile of ruins and broken walls,

"Our actions were expected, and the murderer knew that we would probably find the Muggle who delivered the package for him in some way, and he was a cute little clever ghost who wanted to surprise us. So, let me see--"

In front of everyone's attention, Amosta raised his wand again, and he waved it as if he were conducting a symphony performance, with graceful and rhythmic movements.

The sun finally sets the horizon, and the lights of the city and the pale moon take over the sun's duties.

As the wand swirled, a strange breeze followed, as if a black hole had appeared on the original site, and it was constantly attracting something from all around, and as time passed, under the light of the dim to dim street lamps, the light on the site gradually became clear.

The first thing that unfolded in front of them was the scene of the explosion of the Yin corpse just now, and again, it seemed that the Aurors who had experienced a hundred battles were still swaying, and they were secretly looking at the back of Brian who was casting spells, and the reverence in their eyes was almost overflowing.

Time is quickly reversed, and the speed of the normal time tassel is hundreds of times faster.

But in the picture projected in the air, there has been not much information about the existence value, in the long ten minutes of retrospection, there are no suspicious people near the house, and no one has entered the house, only a government employee in work clothes knocked on the door door from door to door, as if to register the information of the people moving in, and after knocking on the door and getting no response, he left directly and walked to the house next door.

Until the end of the retrospection, the house was still quietly located in an ordinary corner of the refugee area, and there were no problems, but Amosta moved his brows,

"Normally, you shouldn't just see these days, the traces have been removed, it's interesting--"

Instead of being annoyed, Amosta smiled with interest,

"I have to say, this call came at a good time, and I guess we'll get some valuable information from the Muggle girls who come here later—"

(End of chapter)