Chapter 1002 Loneliness, No Distinction Between Good and Evil

Another day passed quietly amidst the busyness of people.

As the sky became drowsy again and again, most of the muggles and wizards who had worked hard all day left their workplaces, or went to the bar to have a drink to clean up the fatigue of the whole day, or returned home to be with their wives. Children enjoy the warmth of family affection.

It's just that, of course, there are always some people who don't start working until nightfall.

For example, the security guards on the night shift, the remedial teachers of the night school, and the Aurors who are still bringing problematic Muggles back to the Ministry of Magic...

Or, for example, the ancient dark wizard who has disappeared again from the public, our Mr. Helbo.

It was just late at night, and it was located in a small street park in a small town on the eastern outskirts of London.

During the day, this park is actually quite popular with the children in the neighborhood - there are a lot of facilities for children such as slides and seesaws, and there are also green trees and lawns that sprout new buds as the weather warms up.

But once it's night, these things that seem to be full of vitality during the day will somehow be stained by the night.

Occasionally, someone passing by the park will be urged to hurry by the eerie darkness and silence, wishing to run over in the blink of an eye.

But today, on this moonless night, in this small park where almost no one would come at night, a certain black shadow appeared in the middle of the open space at some point.

rustle.

Indistinctly, there was a faint sound of rubbing from the ground... The air in the park became restless.

And it was at this moment that the figure suddenly looked up at the sky.

Although it was a cloudy night tonight, no matter how you looked at it, it would only be pitch black, but the man seemed to be able to see everything, and cast his gaze to the sky to his heart's content.

The slight rustling was still going on, coming from under his feet incessantly. Not only that, the ground under him even trembled slightly unconsciously.

A few seconds passed, and it was probably the scheduled time, but the figure suddenly raised his right foot, and stepped down suddenly while maintaining the posture of looking up!

"Boom."

It didn't use much force, but it was the level of ordinary people stomping their feet. But for some reason, the moment his foot landed steadily, the ground where he was standing unexpectedly arched upwards.

In an instant, there was a slightly raised round stone plate there—it seemed to grow directly from the ground, natural and wonderful.

However, after completing such a stone platform, the man did not move again.

Three minutes passed... five minutes passed... ten minutes passed. If someone was watching from the sidelines, they might have to wait impatiently, but the figure standing on the stone platform in the open space still stood still.

After waiting for nearly twenty minutes, the man finally seemed to sense something, and suddenly swung his right hand hanging by his side towards the stone platform under his feet.

"Chi--"

A short scratch sounded suddenly, and there was a short imprint on the edge of the stone platform.

This chirping sound was like a signal before a violent storm. In the next few tens of seconds, I saw that person waving one hand rapidly, and a series of short or long, straight or curved nicks appeared on the ground. The surface of the stone platform increased rapidly.

When the figure changed from motion to stillness again, there was already an exquisite and mysterious ancient formation on the whole round stone plate.

After finishing all these, the figure turned his eyes away from the sky, lowered his head to look at the magic circle he had engraved, and inspected it.

Not long after, he stomped his feet lightly again, and the ground surged silently, gradually swallowing the round stone plate deep into the ground.

Soon, the place returned to its original appearance again, and the ground was even more flat. It was completely impossible to see that such a strange situation happened just now.

"Young man, if you don't figure out the situation quickly, it will be too late."

After saying this in the direction of downtown London, the figure suddenly flashed and disappeared with extremely weak spatial fluctuations.

...

At about the same time, another figure was walking silently on a certain street in the western suburbs of London, which was an entire distance away from where Hai Erbo left.

Occasionally, a gust of night wind would blow by, causing the man to wrap his baggy windbreaker a little bit like the other Muggles on the street.

Even though spring is approaching, the nights are still a bit chilly.

Obviously, this is the mysterious wizard who secretly watched Tonks perform his mission during the day, and also the "false prophet" who repeatedly attracted Maca's attention.

As far as what he said earlier—the murders may indeed have been committed by Hai Erbo, but the disappearances that are closely connected with those bizarre murders seem to have come from this person.

As for exactly why you do that...

No matter how you think about it, it seems to be a reminder to the Ministry of Magic... No, it should be a hint to Maca deliberately. Regardless of why this person didn't tell Maca directly, instead of giving guidance in circles, it was a help to Maca.

Now, since Maca has discovered the anomaly in the Muggle murder case, there is no need to waste time and effort in creating a disappearance.

"Ahem, it should be near here, I remember—"

It was still a slightly difficult cough, and it was still a slightly hoarse thin voice. The figure walking slowly along the street suddenly paused for a moment, its eyes wandering between the surrounding buildings, obviously looking for something.

But after a while, the line of sight turned to the block ahead again.

The night is gradually getting darker. The light from the street lamps cannot drive away the darkness that is too far away, so that wherever the eyes can see is boundless drowsiness.

The Muggles who were hurrying in the night couldn't help speeding up their pace again, rushing to their respective destinations. Only that figure walked and stopped from time to time, which made him feel a little more out of place.

I don't know how long I've been wandering around this block.

In short, as we walked, the night got darker and the people on the street finally disappeared completely. Probably at that time, the figure wrapped in the windbreaker stopped for the first time.

But this time, it seemed that he had finally found his goal.

It was a three-story single-family house with a small garden near the street.

Just standing on the street and looking in through the black fence, the big trees with lush branches and neatly trimmed bushes can be seen, even in the dark, you can still see the owner's view of the garden front yard. Take good care of.

It's a pity that the guest who visited tonight didn't come to enjoy the gardening scenery.

"The black iron fence, the dense bushes, the three-story house, cough cough... this should be here."

After a little confirmation, I saw the windbreaker wizard open the fence door casually.

Although there was a clean stone road in the vestibule, the uninvited guest turned a blind eye to it and stepped on the lawn to the edge of the flower garden as soon as he turned around.

Immediately afterwards, he took out his wand and pointed at the flowerbed full of buds and buds. Following a surge, large pieces of flower seedlings and soil were ruthlessly turned aside.

It didn't take long for the originally good flower garden to become a big pit, but the instigator seemed not satisfied, and the bottom soil was still being dug up.

After about ten minutes, a series of coughing and panting stopped the transmission of magic power. Until this moment, there was still nothing at the bottom of the pit except soil and gravel.

After the cough gradually subsided, the figure clutched the front of the shirt, panting heavily while waving the wand again.

This time, the soil that was turned over was filled back again, but the flower seedlings did not recover as before. A once vibrant flower garden, but now only bare flat land remains.

"Huh...cough cough..."

Quietly retracting the wand, the eyes under the brim of the hat silently passed over the soil of the flower garden. After pursing his lips and shaking his head, the figure turned around again, and walked back to the street along the path it had come from.

Other than the sound of coughing, the actions just now didn't make much noise, so it was natural that no one would notice. However, not finding anything means that all the hard work was wasted.

"Cough... did I remember something wrong?"

His eyes lingered on the garden for a few more seconds, and then the figure standing under the street lamp turned his head and looked forward again.

There is no doubt that this is just a small corner around the big London. Just as no one has noticed the appearance of Haierbo in the eastern suburbs, no one has seen the whereabouts of this mysterious wizard.

When the night dew was heavy, the distant figure revealed a meaningful loneliness.

...

An absolute enemy is busy, and another person who does not know whether it is an enemy or a friend is also busy. That being the case, how could Maca be idle?

In the underground potion preparation room of Black's old house, a faint blue brilliance has replaced the darkness, filling the entire room.

And amidst the blue magic brilliance, floating runes rotated gently one after another, enveloping a mass of gray-black matter that was continuously shrinking and expanding in the middle.

Maca stood aside quietly, leaning on his staff in his left hand, and recorded some important information he observed in the notebook hanging in the air with his right hand.

After this period of research, he can be sure that this special substance is also a product of the soul's rules... Well, to be more precise, it is a product of the soul that was born from the rules.

It is because of this that it can be hidden in the human soul almost perfectly, so that it takes a lot of effort to find Maca.

Then, what is the purpose of Haierbo's painstaking efforts to keep this backhand?

Maybe he has more than one purpose, but Maca knows that one of them is probably to kill people. Using the hands of Muggles to slaughter the people around him, and then... I am afraid it is taking the soul.

But what else?

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