The enveloping magical barrier had been removed by the Aurors, and before they had restored the small house where the corpse was located.

"But what about this Muggle named Fraser?"

Kingsley whispered as he watched the planked glass of the house gather from its scattered state, and then, flying upside down into the wall, his worried gaze fell on Amosta Blaine, who was standing in the doorway looking into the room.

Frazier's corpse had been used as a suicide bomb by the dark wizard who had controlled him, and in the thrilling explosion just now, his body had completely disappeared in the heat and fire, and there was not even a full piece of cloth left on his body.

If she had told the Muggle that her acquaintance had been wiped out in the explosion, she would have called the police, right?

The matter had been troublesome enough by now, and if he could, Kingsley tried not to want to involve Muggle law enforcement officers as well.

"Hurry up with power--"

Amosta said. In the corner of the wall, a naturally peeling masonry flew up from the ground, shrouded in light in a complex deformation of the human body, and the body of the young Muggle who had just self-destructed reappeared, lying back on the bed.

Amosta's approach was not unexpected, but it was clearly not in line with the rules.

"--I've dealt with it with the Permamorph Charm, and I've got to give something back to this Muggle's family."

Amosta's voice was heavy, and Kingsley's eyes flashed with anger as he lowered his head.

Even if this case was not handled by Amosta Bryne himself, Albus Dumbledore maintained great attention, and they must catch the murderer.

It's been a long time since they've seen someone so daring, almost blatantly killing Muggles, and turning Muggles into corpses, and using them as bait to set a trap, almost causing the elite Aurors of the Ministry of Magic to suffer heavy losses and commit such a heinous crime, and the murderer behind the scenes doesn't even have to go to Azkaban.

"It would feel strange that there weren't so many people here--"

When the Aurors, who had restored the surroundings to their original state, landed in front of the house, and Amosta looked at the tightly blocked alley, he said to them,

"Kingsley, including you, just keep four or five people, and the rest—"

Looking at a group of Aurors in black coats and wide-brimmed hats, Amosta thought,

"And for those who stay, your outfits need to change a little bit--"

I have to say that the Aurors are indeed the elite of the Ministry of Magic, and Amosta thought that he would see that the remaining Aurors would make their outfits bells and whistles, but he didn't expect that they were quite like that.

"Camouflage and concealment are one of the necessary courses for the Aurors, Mr. Brian, if you can't pass the test of these two courses, you can't do the job of the Aurors--"

Noticing the surprise in Amosta Bryan's slightly shrugging brows, the corners of Kingsley's mouth moved, and he said in a hoarse voice.

"Hehe, yes, I found out--"

Amosta smiled,

"The quality of the Ministry of Magic's employees is not as bad as the Daily Prophet and the people have said they are, and perhaps you just lack a wise, capable leader--"

Kingsley didn't answer, and the Aurors who were on guard around him only twitched the corners of their mouths when they heard it, and they each turned their heads to the side to hide their expressions, of course, Amosta Blaine didn't need to be afraid of the Ministry, but if the Minister of Magic knew that they were talking bad about him in private, then they wouldn't end well.

As the night deepened, a white moon loomed behind the strange clouds, and a layer of mist rose from the winding river on the side of the settlement, and under the disturbance of the cold wind, the mist opened its hideous mouth and gradually ate away at the dilapidated dwelling.

From time to time, a few jackdaws flew over Amosta's head, leaving only a terrible cry, and on the wasteland on both sides of the river, the cries of wandering foxes were heard from time to time, like the cry of a human baby who had lost shelter, sharp and helpless, adding a touch of eerie to this forgotten dwelling place.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, the alley here is so narrow, I can only send you here-"

In the Muggle taxi, the master who had been measuring the width of the alley with his head and his eyes leaned back in his chair and turned his head to look at the young girl in the back seat.

"It's okay, I can do the rest of the way on my own, I don't think it's going to be far-"

Louise lifted the few strands of blonde hair scattered in front of her eyes, revealing a forced smile, her eyes flashing, trying her best to hide the uneasiness and panic in her heart.

"Well, good luck, ma'am--"

It was late at night, and it was obviously unsafe for a girl to stay alone in this chaotic area, so the driver persuaded Louise a few words, hoping that she could find a friend to pick her up, or, if there was no urgency, then come here at another time, and after being refused, the driver shrugged helplessly as a result of the note handed over by the girl.

Although she had just told the taxi driver that she would not be afraid, as the roar of the taxi engine faded away, the light of the headlights became faint in her sight, and an irrepressible panic rose from Louise's heart, making her body tremble slightly.

The dim street lamp not far away completely flickered in a burst of electric current, and the surrounding environment suddenly became real. The sound of some animal, but very similar to the wailing of a female ghost, from the other side of the river caused Louise to retreat sharply, her thin back pressed against the cold brick wall.

The cold wind passing in front of her made Louise wrap her coat tightly, and her beautiful eyes showed remorse and fear.

She must admit that she was a little impulsive.

Just because of the information provided by a strange man on the other end of the phone, she didn't think about the consequences and came to such a 'barren mountain and wild mountain', the man on the phone is completely likely to be a gangster, he tricked himself here to kidnap himself, or do something else!

"Oh, don't be afraid, Louise--"

The girl hugged herself tightly, and her fist in her sleeve was clenched,

"You're well-informed, aren't you, it doesn't scare you--"

The extinguished street lamp made the dim light behind the dirty glass window in a house not far from her on the right suddenly obvious, and her gaze drifted uncontrollably, and after that gaze settled, a chill suddenly rose from the tail vertebrae, and climbed up her head along her back, making Louise's scalp tingle for a while!

Behind the window was the face of a man with a disheveled hair and a tousled beard, looking at him with longing in his eyes. And after he found out that he was looking at him, not only did he not show timidity, but on the contrary, he bared a mouthful of yellow teeth and showed an idiotic smile.

"Ahh

A frightened, high-pitched cry pierced the night, startling the jackdaws.

Louise could no longer care about fear, or, having been carried away by it, she panicked and rushed into the alley shrouded in darkness, and—

At the moment when she rushed into the darkness, a pair of young, pale, but powerful hands suddenly stretched out from the deep alley.

The hands took Louise's arms against her, preventing her from moving forward.

"Let go of me!"

Louise's tears burst out, and she struggled frantically to get rid of the grip of her hands.

"Please calm down. Hmm--"

The owner of the hands finally spoke, and it was not difficult to hear that there was a slight consternation in his voice, not expecting this Muggle girl to be involved in this matter.

"If I'm not mistaken--"

Amosta stepped forward, his slightly stunned face finally revealing a little light, and he stared at the muggle girl in front of him with a confused expression, finally figuring out why he felt so familiar with the voice on the phone,

"You are. Well, Miss Louise Andell, a reporter for the London Daily News? ”

Louise's heart thumped and she stopped struggling.

What's the matter, why does the owner of this voice know her name, and besides, even know where she works?

Fear finally overwhelmed curiosity, Louise gritted her teeth, her pretty cheeks glanced to the side, but she secretly opened a slit in her eyes, peeking out of the corner of her eye, and at a glance—

"Oh, God, it's you!"

Louise Andelle's eyes widened and she let out an incredible exclamation!

(End of chapter)