Chapter 1211 Unnecessary Crime

I don't know when it started to rain in the fog.

The thin and light rain fell to the ground without a trace under the haze, and then each splashed inconspicuous sprays.

Of course, in London, a rain is apparently not unusual.

Oddly enough, it was a man in the rain.

Just like the rainflakes splashing on the ground, there are still lives that were once alive. They grew up and bloomed in silence, but now they suddenly wither in silence.

From this moment, some caring people may suddenly realize why Haierbo's subordinates were only targeting wizards, but turned a blind eye to Muggles.

Because, this huge disaster that spanned the wizarding world and the Muggle world has not really kicked off until now!

"Sin, it's not enough... It's not enough."

The "Collector" who was born in front of Hai Erbo is leading a group of walking corpses similar to him to walk through the streets and alleys silently.

They... no, "they".

They didn't go in a big way at all, and even because they were gradually dispersed, people couldn't tell whether they had a subordinate relationship, because if they only looked at the appearance, the only change was basically the pair that had been completely occupied by black. eyes.

Perhaps it is only when they are shot that people can feel the great difference, because only the first one will use that kind of black and ink-like unknown substance to capture the soul and life of others.

But obviously, if you want to distinguish, you have to survive them first. And these ordinary Muggles undoubtedly don't have this ability.

Unknowingly, the number of Muggles in a certain corner of London quietly began to gradually decrease.

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"Okay, they're back! Get ready to remove the barrier, and the others will follow me to resist the dark wizard... Remus, don't get close, it's not easy to come all the way, let's take a break first!"

At the entrance of the Leaky Cauldron, Kingsley called everyone to raise their wands, ready to meet Aberforth and Sirius who were responsible for distracting most of the dark wizards, and go out to meet the enemy and attract firepower again.

To be honest, it's not difficult to go out for a while, after all, those wizards outside are crazy, but their strength is not enough to make Aurors and dark wizard strikers helpless.

Not to mention, the most difficult one to deal with had already withdrawn after being wounded by Aberforth.

Not long after, Kingsley gave an order, and the magic barrier disappeared instantly. At the same time, Kingsley immediately led his subordinates to blow away the enemies blocking the door, pushing out an open space in front of the door like a Muggle bulldozer.

"Come here... armor protection... we are here, just go in!"

Kingsley waved his staff to ward off the spell, and at the same time let Aberforth and Sirius quickly enter the door - he knew that the two of them had brought more dark wizards around here, and the journey would obviously not be easy.

A few minutes later, when the two of them broke through the crowd and rushed into the gate of the Leaky Cauldron with the assistance from here, Kingsley began to shrink his defensive line and retreated.

When the barrier rose again, a kind of Auror and striker stopped their hands in an instant, watching the magic spells that were still attacking from outside turned into dazzling light particles in front of their eyes.

"Remus, why did you come here? You should know that Maca went to St. Mungo's, right? Didn't you go there to check the situation?"

As soon as Kingsley returned to the bar, he heard Sirius go to the bar and talk to Lupine.

"Why didn't you go?" Hearing Sirius' question, Lupine immediately said, "Not only did you go, but Makara helped you with the work as soon as you got there..."

As he was speaking, he looked at Aberforth who was still at the door, and then said:

"I believe you also know... In order to come out and find someone to supplement your fighting power, I temporarily handed over the intelligence booth at the 'home' side to Dunge. But guess what? I went back a little later, That guy sent piles of secret letters directly to Maca! When I went to St. Mungo's, he was still reading one by one at the entrance of the hall!"

"Then you were pulled by him to sort out the information?" Sirius smiled and patted him on the shoulder immediately, "Isn't that what you should do? It's just a different place, what's the matter?" Complaints!"

"I don't want to complain, I'm just following your words!" Lupine waved his hands and said, "By the way, the information I dealt with at Maca before is not very important, but I'm going to On the way to St. Mungo's, I saw something quite worthy of attention."

Seeing that his expression gradually became serious, Sirius couldn't help but say solemnly:

"What's up?"

"Well, wait a minute," Lupine immediately said to Kingsley and Aberforth, "Come here, everyone is here now, I have something to say—about Haier Bo of."

After several people got together, Lupine told the story of a group of wizards summoned by Haierbo, and that Martin was burned to ashes by Haierbo's fire.

Including the face formed by the condensed gray mist being blown away by Hai Erbo, almost every part of this incident shocked everyone present.

Yes, even Aberforth, who didn't seem to care much about anything, couldn't help shaking his head slightly after hearing this.

"So, that Martin originally belonged to Hai Erbo..." Kingsley said halfway through this, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and then said, "I remembered - this Martin, isn't it? The Haierbo apprentice Maca let the little girl from Parkinson's family stare at earlier?"

"Yes," Lupine nodded, "that's the one."

"Who?"

Because only a few people know about Pansy's spying, and it just so happens that Sirius is sitting between these two few insiders.

Seeing him looking back and forth between himself and Kingsley with a puzzled expression, Lupine didn't bother to explain in too much detail, so after thinking about it, he casually said:

"Anyway, that Martin is also one of Haierbo's apprentices, and obviously... he betrayed because of that woman named 'Muriel'."

"Oh," Sirius shrugged immediately upon hearing this, "It can only be said to be a pity."

Kingsley also said with some regret:

"It can be seen that even if some people make wrong choices for a while, it does not mean that they are completely hopeless. And the source of those mistakes at present is that 'despicable Hai Erbo'... In order not to let more The people who took the initiative or were forced to take Martin's wrong path, the most important thing is to get rid of the root cause of Hai Erbo as soon as possible."

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It is undoubtedly extremely difficult to get rid of Hai Erbo. If it could be done, Maca would have done it long ago.

In fact, Maca has indeed made a lot of efforts for this, and even "killed" the opponent many times over and over again.

Of course, even Maca knew very well that it was just futile. As long as Haierbo's horcrux has not been destroyed, even if the only horcrux has fallen into Maca's hands, he will still be resurrected again and again.

Compared with Voldemort's state of being even worse than a ghost after being turned into soul fragments, Hai Erbo, who is proficient in the rules of the soul, is obviously much more difficult to deal with.

But tonight, Haierbo's troubles are obviously one more thing—that is, the "collector" born through the demon summoning ceremony.

In a certain Muggle family, a man is lying on the bed with his wife, the two embrace each other and sleep, both immersed in an unknown dreamland.

But at this moment, a figure suddenly opened the bedroom door, and came to the bedside of the young Muggle couple step by step from the corridor outside.

Then, a cold and heartless voice suddenly sounded in the room.

"Laziness, lust...great sins...contributing your sins."

The next moment, a viscous black substance gushed out of nowhere in front of the figure, and turned into two slender but hard thorns, piercing through the heads of the two innocent Muggles on the bed.

When the long thorns were withdrawn quickly, the Muggle couple in the bed twitched slightly. The figure just sucked lightly, then immediately turned around and left in the air.

Only two still warm bodies were left, and the surging blood stained the bed with a large swath of scarlet.

However, who would not have such a degree of crime that the figure kept talking about? According to his momentum, I am afraid that everyone deserves to die once, and no one will be missed.

What's even more frightening is that forty-one more "collectors" like him will be born one after another!

Suddenly, a green light flashed in a certain room in another residential area far outside the window. The light was so intense that even though it was blocked by thick curtains, it still came out through the gaps between the upper, lower, left, and right sides.

There is no doubt that the killing is far more than this.

It must be said, however, that the thick fog that now enveloped the whole of London has become an extremely effective cover.

On a normal night, the frequently flashing green light can easily attract the attention of others, but tonight it has to be close enough to be vaguely seen.

After a long time, the first encrypted note about the suspected killing curse light in a certain area finally crossed the night sky and came to Mundungus in Black's old house. By the time he sent that note back to Kingsley, no one knew how many Muggles who were powerless to resist had lost their precious lives...

"Come on! The second collector... yes, I can feel that the second collector is about to be born... Hurry up, hurry up! Hmph...hahaha..."

In the open space behind Big Ben, under the sluggish gaze of the forty-one "apprentices", Haier's gradually wanton laughter slowly echoed in the mist.

Death may still continue, and no one knows where the damned end is hidden.

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