Chapter 395
Based on information given by Dumbledore.
Walton McNeill took office in the Ministry of Magic, specializing in the execution of magical creatures that violated the law. Harry Potter was in the third grade.
Outside Hagrid’s hut, Buckbeak was responsible for killing and kicking Malfoy. That eagle-headed horse had a winged beast.
Remove the photo from the envelope.
Check for correctness.
Cole walked quickly back to his private residence and took out the Death God version of the live-point map stored in the Real Dream Armory.
A cortical scroll fixed to the yellowed humerus.
The touch and size in the hand are not unexpected. This one has been carefully polished, covered with evil glyphs, and it is about thirty centimeters long bones.
Taken from the corpse of some unlucky ghost.
Unfolding the scroll on the table, there is a strong smell of decay, as if what Cole opened is not a leather scroll, but a coffin that has been buried for a thousand years.
Carefully figure out the delicate pores on the scroll material...should be taken from the back skin of a young woman.
Afterwards.
One after another thick black smoke flew out of the scroll to construct a very tattered black cloak.
It's like a rebirth.
Mixed with harsh, unwilling, breathtaking undead wailing.
The invisible evil force propped up the cloak, forming a human-like object that naked eye cannot observe, resembling a dementor...or the projection of Death God.
Even.
After the appearance of Death God’s projection, even the sunlight in the room dimmed quickly, as if there was no day at all.
The icy Power of Darkness is wrapped in a deep voice that only the soul can perceive.
Suddenly sounded deep in Cole's mind.
'The soul of a wicked person, in exchange for the answer you want. '
Cole raised his head and looked directly at the Death God projection that appeared above the map.
Suddenly.
The appalling illusory shadow of the mourning candlestick appeared behind him.
The sharp creak of opening the soul drawer is like rubbing the soul with a file.
The unbreakable iron chain, like a dog, was tightly wrapped around the soul of a dark wizard and pulled out suddenly.
Take out the photo stuffed in the pocket, Cole indifferently said, "Tell me where the Death Eater Walton McNeill is now."
The voice fell.
In Death God projection, an iron maiden composed of pure Power of Darkness suddenly stretched out, greedily swallowing all his existence.
The black wizard's soul screamed in horror, as if being dragged roughly into the deep sea.
It becomes blurred and distorted.
Finally eliminate the invisible.
Afterwards.
Death God projection disappeared suddenly.
A blood spring appeared on the surface of the map, overflowing outwards, building a complete European landscape, just like the most advanced satellite map.
The blood changes rapidly, reconstructing the picture.
Until I stopped at the broken cauldron bar.
A suspicious wizard in a tattered gray coat sits at the bar and monitors every passing guest while drinking.
Slap——
The picture only freezes here for a second, and the scrolls are rolled back suddenly, and even the buttons for polishing the human bones are re-fastened.
Compared to Harry's map, it's more like a prank spot on the map.
If this thing falls into the Harry Potter movie universe, it will definitely be another black magic prop that will be taboo.
Take out the evil Transmission Gate.
According to the information given by the live spot map, after Cole said the destination, the distortion of the space ended, and he was already standing outside the door of the broken cauldron bar.
It's evening.
The sky is dim, and the chill of late autumn is mixed in the night breeze, making it extremely cold.
Broken Cauldron Bar is located in London, a very unremarkable small corner, and the environment inside is also very dirty and small.
But these all are for Muggles.
As one of the many entrances to the magic world, the Broken Cauldron Bar is not a small one, just because there are all three Sects people patronizing every day.
Especially these very moments.
Black wizards, wanted criminals with hidden identities, Death Eaters, traders doing illegal activities...
Open the wooden door.
Mixed in the dim orange light.
Noisy sounds and pungent wine assaults the senses.
However, no one cares who the other person who walked into the bar is, the drunkard is full of nonsense, sitting on his chair staggering.
Old Guys who pay attention to current affairs gathered together and whispered about the mysterious person and Harry Potter, as well as the recent Hogwarts.
Cole sat on the chair next to Walton McNeill and knocked on the bar, indifferently said, "A glass of whiskey."
A stranger was sitting beside him.
The Death Eater who had a ghost in his heart, picked up wine cup and drank it, frowned, said in a bad tone, "Someone is sitting in this place, get out."
The bartender pushed the whiskey in front of Cole, thinking it was a good show.
However.
After he saw the guest's face clearly.
The smile disappeared suddenly.
As if suffering some kind of shock, he took two steps back abruptly, bumped into the wine rack, and made a loud noise.
"Ke...Ke...Cole · Walker?! Damn, aren't you retired?!"
Because of the noise and the bartender’s unusual behavior, I stopped Following their respective affairs, they turned their eyes to the other guests at the bar, after hearing the bartender's horrified scream.
In an instant.
Three or four wizards with evil intentions, as if their bodies were out of control, suddenly got up.
But I think it seems too stupid to do so.
Sit down again.
Perhaps it is fear.
Perhaps it is really a big ghost in his heart.
Walton didn't look at Cole from beginning to end, but when he put down his glass, his right hand trembling slightly, indicating that his mood was not as calm as he showed.
In the atmosphere of the bar, it fell into a bloody silence for a while.
Another guest.
Suddenly opened the door and walked in.
It was also the next moment when he walked into the bar, Walton, who had been pretending to be deep, could no longer bear the huge oppression of Death Eater Hunter sitting beside him.
Take out the magic wand and yell at the door, "Run!"
Not even waiting for Cole to see who the person is. After being warned, he instantly apparates his body. Was swallowed by a twisted magic singularity and disappeared in place.
The other two black wizards sitting in the distance disappeared from their seats after the warning.
Walton's wand was aimed at Cole, and the high-pitched incantion instantly sounded, "Reducto!"
The power of will soaked in the soul of the Death Eater sin Evil Spirit.
Interference with reality.
Constructed a light group containing madness and violence, it smashed on Cole madly at a distance that was extremely close and unavoidable at all!
However.
He seems to know that this level is basically impossible to kill the notorious Death Eater hunter, the scared brain, only has time to imagine a place he often goes to, too late to think, initiate the apparition , Disappeared in place.
That "run" after the bar exploded.
Everything happened too fast.
Even the effort of blinking.
The other wizards sat in their respective positions, looking shocked and terrified, looking at the back of the man sitting at the bar, intact.
Until the empty wine glass in the hands of a Death Eater hunter, placed on the bar.
There was a heavy crash.