bookbashuk Chapter 264 Mr. Lovegood: Former Auror Attacked? I'm really curious where the killer went.
Chapter 264 Mr. Lovegood: Former Auror Attacked? I'm really curious where the killer went.
Chapter 265 Mr. Lovegood: Former Auror Attacked? I'm really curious where the killer went.
While Connie was busy searching for the dark wizard's trail in order to get closer to her idol Ethan...
Riddle Palace.
Little Barty slowly woke up from the cold, hard floor.
What happened last night...?
He felt as if he had been ravaged by a female elephant.
From head to toe, there's not a single part of me that doesn't hurt.
Barty frowned.
I propped myself up and pressed my head, which was throbbing with pain.
I tried desperately to remember.
He remembered that he was going to capture Mad-Eye Moody and give that "Mr. Lamp" a good beating.
And then... what happened?
The terrifying hand—the one with the disheveled hair, the "big rat."
Little Barty began to break out in a cold sweat.
That's definitely not a monster that should exist in this world! How did the magical world become like this just because it was kept at home?
?
The Dark Lord hasn't been resurrected yet!!
At this time.
Little Barty saw a note float down from him.
"The rest is up to you... Mr. Lamp, is this for you?"
They're a couple! What happened to Mad-Eye?!
Little Barty jolted awake and instantly became clear-headed!
The original plan was to secretly replace Mad-Eye Moody with a compound decoction.
Infiltrate Hogwarts.
They successfully killed Ethan and Harry.
But now, "Mr. Lamp" has joined the team.
The plan was like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins, heading straight for collapse!
Just then.
"Bang!"
An owl suddenly crashed into the glass!
The immense force knocked the already unstable window off!
Little Barty, whose face was slapped by the cold wind: (◎口○)
This is a method of creation that disregards the lives of others.
How strangely familiar it feels.
Then you see a magnificent owl with wings that seem capable of breaking a person's bones.
After arrogantly slamming down a newspaper.
He leisurely walked away from one window to the other.
Little Barty looked at the two windows that had been destroyed one after another.
The ominous sign might be replaced with "a round-faced, chubby Scottish chicken emerging from a broken window."
He picked up the newspaper.
The unease in my heart reached its peak.
The front-page headline was "The Destroyed Former Auror Manor? Commander Connie Rozier's Major Discovery!"
A large portrait of the missing Mad-Eye Man, and damaged houses.
It pierced Little Barty's eye.
It made his vision go black.
He clenched his molars and let out a deafening roar from the depths of his lungs:
"Is this what you call 'infiltration'?!"
Doesn't everyone know now?!
Little Barty almost vomited blood.
The difficulty of playing Mad-Eye has increased dramatically.
however.
It turns out.
Blessings are unparalleled, and misfortunes do not come singly.
Little Barty looked up and met the deep gaze from the sofa.
Voldemort was nearly dead because he hadn't been cared for overnight.
Little Barty: "......!!!"
Little Barty let out a sharp screech and leaped into the air!
Tears streaming down his face, he went to collect the venom of the snake Nagini to feed his noble Dark Lord.
finally.
He received a hoarse comment:
"waste."
the other side.
Ethan was having a friendly conversation with Mad-Eye Moody.
Luna's house.
Mr. Lovegood added ice to his Gordigan tea.
He hummed a little tune leisurely.
this time.
Ethan is always away from home; I wonder what he's busy with.
He must be busy with his heroic cause of justice and righteousness.
After all, Ethan had accomplished many great feats last semester.
But the news had spread throughout the British magical community.
And it's all thanks to Ethan.
"Singing a Different Tune" sold many times more copies than before.
This greatly improved their family's financial situation.
Even for the Quidditch World Cup, there's no need to buy cheaper "early bird tickets."
You can also buy a large, comfortable tent that has been enchanted with spatial magic.
"We must promote Ethan's positive image as much as possible, and we must not let that old woman Rita from the Daily Prophet make up stories like this!"
Mr. Lovegood's eyes were fixed intently on him, and he clenched his fist.
Let "Singing a Different Tune" become Ethan's personal promotional publication!
"Speaking of which, the 'former Auror attacked case' that was just reported this morning seems quite interesting..."
"An unknown killer, a missing former Auror... Hmm, I'm really curious where they all went."
Sudden.
Mr. Lovegood tripped over the floor and hurriedly steadied the wobbling teacup.
He lowered his head, made a sound, and asked in confusion:
"This is... a trapdoor? When did we get a trapdoor in our house?"
Moreover, upon closer inspection...
This door was drawn with crayons.
It looks like a child's doodle, very abrupt.
"Oh, Dad, didn't you know?"
A clear, ethereal voice rang out.
Luna put down the upside-down newspaper from the sofa next to her.
He raised his strange blue and red glasses and looked at his bewildered old father.
He chuckled lightly:
"Ethan and his friends are down there."
In the midst of conversation.
Sunlight streamed through the window and fell on Luna.
It outlines the gradually growing figure of this little girl who will be in the third grade this year.
A long shadow was cast on the floor.
Suddenly, Mr. Lovegood, with whom he had spent every day, felt somewhat unfamiliar.
...Ethan, down there?
And his friends?
When did they arrive? What does Ethan want?
Mr. Lovegood suddenly shuddered.
Watching her daughter swing her legs and refocus her attention on the book.
He swallowed hard.
I hope... everything is alright?
May Merlin bless you.
Under the trapdoor.
"Achoo!"
Ethan suddenly sneezed.
He sniffed and looked up at the vast sky, where a small, square, dark door stood.
He sighed, "Someone's telling my heroic tales again~ Sigh, being too famous isn't always a good thing."
opposite.
Mad-Eye Moody, strapped to a chair:
What heroic deeds?
Is it about kidnapping a former Auror and impersonating the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for the new semester?
Moody glared fiercely at the man in front of him wearing a strange, pure white mask.
He said in a hoarse voice, "Kill me or chop me up, it's up to you!"
"No matter how many tortures you use, I will never yield!"
His magic eye fell out.
At this moment, his expression was extremely ferocious.
He's even more villainous than me!
Ethan thought to himself and smiled:
"Haha, really. I'm not that violent."
Meeting Moody's disdainful and wary gaze, he flipped his hand and produced paper and pen.
"To make up for your inability to attend classes next semester, come on! Tell me your teaching syllabus, and I'll pass it on to the person in charge."
...The person in charge of this matter.
Moody felt utterly speechless.
It felt like I'd stumbled into some legitimate organization.
"Hey! You think you can just pretend to play house? Go find someone else!!"
"Really?" Ethan lowered his eyebrows in regret.
"Since that's the case..."
"You must want to continue appreciating beautiful art, right?"
Ethan raised his hand.
Like a most courteous gentleman, he caught the claws that stretched out from the void.
"The Rat King"
Her messy black hair cascaded down, and several arms clung to her like spiders embracing their lovers.
He shielded Ethan from behind, his sharp nails crisscrossing.
【Meow......】
The woman's blood-red eyes were fixed on Moody.
Moody's:
A bead of cold sweat trickled down his forehead.
After a while.
"Yeah, I think those brats are living too comfortably! They need a serious overhaul!"
"For example, the ultimate jumping puzzle for training body techniques; you can't face the final boss until you've cleared the first 360 miles..."
Moody's was talking nonsense.
Anyway.
With Dumbledore around, this dark wizard wouldn't be allowed to run rampant.