Behind the exhibition hall in the ancient Greek decoration style is a small two-story red brick square building, and at dinner time, there is an endless stream of college professors coming and going here.

Jasna Rozier sat alone at the window dining table, staring intently at the newspaper in her hand, a cup of coffee rising from the table in front of her.

There were many acquaintances coming and going in the passage around the table, but none of her colleagues who passed by her had gone to greet Professor Rozier.

The professors who have served here know that Professor Rozier, who is very knowledgeable, young and good-looking, has a cold and eccentric personality, and she rarely communicates with her colleagues, but some of the service staff in charge of the school's appearance and service to the student professors can become her friends.

Bang Bang –

As the last rays of the sun in the sky dissipated behind the mountains, the warm light emanating from the small building suddenly became obvious in the dark campus.

Jacina glanced at the Daily Prophet sandwiched between the Berliner Zeitung, then folded the two newspapers and rested them on the table in front of her, then picked up her coffee and stirred it slowly with a thin spoon, looking out the window at the cold forest in the distance, not letting her Muggle colleagues in the cafeteria see the doubt in her indifferent eyes.

Nothing happened.

It's been more than a week since Hogsmeade heard that Hermione Granger had received the package, and nothing had happened in those weeks.

Both Hogwarts and the British Ministry of Magic remained uncomfortably silent, as if they had no intention of pursuing the matter. Of course this was not possible, and Aeschylus told her that the little trap he had made out of the Muggle corpse had been detonated, which meant that the British Ministry of Magic or Hogwarts were aware of their existence.

But then it was really calm, and the expected blockade of borders and wanton recourse did not happen.

Jasina sighed softly, her straight shoulders slumped slightly.

In fact, until now, it was unclear to her why they had carried out such a plan, risking the anger of Albus Dumbledore and Amosta Blaine in the hope that they would go on a killing spree in the European wizarding world in order to get justice for their students, thus creating chaos and a new round of jihad?

It's simply not realistic, and if you kill the boy at Hogwarts, who is known as the Great Plague, there might be some possibility.

Moreover, although they were very careful about the deal with the goblins, there was still a lot of risk.

However, her. Mr. Rahman's wisdom was absolute, and he thought that it would be good for their cause to do so, and that would be the end, but her superficial wisdom could not fathom this.

The coffee in the golden spoon was sent into her mouth, and Jasina frowned, it was too bitter. She seems to have forgotten to add sugar.

"Professor Rozier?"

The worries in her heart and the noisy Muggles around her made Jasina feel extremely bored, she was not in the mood to stay here any longer, just as she was about to roll up the newspaper and leave the smoky environment, a schoolgirl suddenly appeared at the staircase on the second floor, looked left and right a few times, and walked quickly towards her.

Listening to the girl's narration, and then looking at the gold pocket watch handed over by the student, confusion crept up on Jasna's cold face, and unconsciously, pursed her red lips.

This pocket watch. True, she has an image, however, a young man named Fraser Andelle. Jasna's heart quickly increased the rate of beating.

"What does that man look like, Boole?"

Jasina slowly stood up, her expression grim, but she didn't realize that the hand she was holding the newspaper was trembling slightly.

Tina was taken back by Professor Rozier's serious face, she had thought that the personable man and Professor Rozier were close friends, and she thought that Professor Rozier would be happy to see the pocket watch!

"He's handsome--"

Tina replied subconsciously,

"His hair is gray, oh. Also, his eyes are a wonderful lilac color, and he looks very temperamental."

Looking at Professor Rozier, whose face was completely gloomy, Tina, who was so frightened that she shrunk her shoulders, asked weakly,

"Isn't that gentleman your friend, Professor?"

At the beginning of the night, behind the cascading clouds, the newborn moon was stained with an ominous red.

On the gentle slope of the lake, Amosta sat casually on a rock rising from the lawn, his hand resting on his knees, his wand swinging gently in the lakeside breeze.

The deep, terrifying chill of the forest made Louise unconsciously wrap her goose-yellow coat tightly, and although she felt cold, her attention was focused on Amosta, who was in a laid-back, comfortable posture, and her eyes twinkled with unease.

"Amosta?" Louise shouted softly.

"Huh?" Amosta replied in a nasal voice.

"Do we need it," Louise glanced at Kingsley, who was waving her wand farther away, and then at Amosta's slightly thin back, pursing her slightly pale lips,

"Should we," hesitated, Louise, "I mean, if they have a lot of them."

"The barrier is complete, Mr. Blaine," Kingsley suddenly appeared beside the two men, "the nearby Muggles have been banished, and the Muggles won't see what happens here if there is a fight later." ”

"Good work, Kingsley."

Amosta's deep gaze stared at the lighted buildings on the other side of the lake, and the smile on his face made Louise's heart flutter.

The moonlight grew darker, and the cold mist gradually flowed down in the dense jungle high up, gradually spreading to the shore of the lake, leaving only the clear clearing where the three of Amosta were.

Under the disturbance of the breeze, the smoke forms various strange shapes, and with the shrill cry from time to time in the dark forest, the wind and the beautiful lakeside are eerie and ghostly during the day.

A thin wisp of white smoke floated silently out of the 'fog wall', like a slender tentacle, clinging to the ground and quietly leaning towards the backs of the three people on the hillside along the grass gap, it was very cautious, whenever Kingsley looked around and was on guard, it took advantage of the darkness to completely lurk, until Kingsley looked elsewhere, it slowly and leisurely continued to 'flow' through the cold air of the submergence.

Finally, the white tentacle was less than ten feet away from the three of them, and the tentacle raised its head slightly, picking out the object of its own attack.

The tall, dark-skinned wizard was wary and didn't seem to be a good target, while Amosta was stupidly defenseless. However, to this day, no one thinks that Amosta Bryan only has a great reputation because of Dumbledore's encouragement, and it is irrational to do anything to him.

A Muggle woman?

It's unclear why she's around the two wizards, but there's no doubt she's powerless to resist.

After a brief hesitation, the tentacle set off again, it was patient, and when Kingsley looked back at the hillside, it could stay motionless in the grass for ten minutes, faint and almost non-existent.

Ten feet. Nine feet. Three feet. One foot, until, one inch!

The white smoke tentacles no longer concealed themselves, but revealed their hideous claws, and it jerked its head and its claws slammed into Louise's calves, who knew nothing, and the Muggle woman would fall into their hands as soon as they could reach her.

Sting!

Like the cacophony of gunpowder when it is ignited, there is a series of wails full of extreme pain!

Both Louise and Kingsley were startled by this sudden movement, and they suddenly looked back and found that at some point, a 'line of fire' appeared behind them, floating in the air, the end was already behind them, and the front section was deep into the fog wall hundreds of feet away, and behind the white fog wall, there was a humanoid torch with teeth and claws!

Cold sweat fell from Kingsley's forehead, and seeing this scene, he didn't know that they were almost attacked.

Amosta finally stood up, he turned slowly, stared directly at the wall of fog, and smiled with a hint of coldness,

"Aren't you going to talk about it first, guys?"

Bang. Bang, bang, bang!

After a brief silence, a series of thuds rang out in front of the three of them, and a figure squeezed out of the darkness.

Amosta looked at the taut faces in turn, ignoring their wands, and his eyes fell on the tall, flamboyant woman in the middle, and his voice was tinged with emotion,

"We finally met, Professor Rozier."

Whoop -

Jasina was frosty, the golden pocket watch falling from her open palm, the chain still wrapped around her fingers,

"Where did you get this, Amosta Blaine."

(End of chapter)