Chapter 146 The Hut Behind the Cemetery (Modified)

After Alan and the others returned to the warm and comfortable room, they immediately sent owls to deliver letters to Leonard and Professor Flitwick.

The sky gradually darkened, and the harsh and ruthless snow began to rage everywhere again. The gust of wind outside suddenly blew the falling snowflakes into pieces, and the snowflakes were involved in the boundless vortex and whirled.

Sometimes when the wind weakens, the snowflakes will fly one after another, silently and endlessly, and gently fall on the earth gradually shrouded in darkness.

"Why hasn't Uncle Leonard replied yet?" Jessica lay down on the table boredly, watching the knitting needles on the sofa constantly staggering.

Allen looked at the snow falling outside the window, and he still had time to think wildly: Is the Roman god Jupiter pulling the goose feathers on Mount Olympus, or are the holy angels shaking off their own feathers? …or which neighbor in the neighborhood shakes dandruff on the roof?

Ian jumped off the bench by the window, determined not to wait for the owl's reply, "It's foolish of us to wait!"

His words successfully attracted the attention of Jessica and Allen.

"If it was really the robbers who robbed the prison, they wouldn't have been waiting for us there." Ian's eyes lit up, and he thought of a good idea: "Why don't we go and watch them first, in case these people change positions, We can also get the exact news."

His suggestion received enthusiastic response from Jessica. Young people are always passionate and fearless.

Allen's resistance was ineffective. In Ian's words, "If you are timid, you can stay by yourself. We must go to uncle."

In desperation, Allen had to leave a note on the table, telling them where they were going.

The weather was bitterly cold, and the snowflakes outside were falling heavily, covering the whole city like a white sheet.

After Apparating to New York City, Ian took Alan and Jessica to Aoki Cemetery.

Hundreds of ornately decorated cemeteries stand on the vast land. The white snow is covered with finely carved statues, and they all wear white hats on top of their strange heads.

There are also some unpretentious cemeteries. In the baptism of heavy snow, each of its graves is neatly covered by snow. Tall buildings, white with snow, formed a solemn procession around the rows of stone tombs.

At this time, darkness had completely enveloped the land, except for the hut where the night watchman lived in the cemetery was still emitting a faint light, and the cemetery was completely dark.

Three daring little wizards patrolled around the Aoki Cemetery, but found no suspicious signs.

"Alan, did you hear wrong?" Jessica kept rubbing her hands in the cold, she was frozen to death.

"Alan can't hear you wrong." On the contrary, Ian has more trust in Alan who is about to become his opponent.

"Look, there's a small house there." Allen pointed to the back of the cemetery, in the shadow close to the fence, there was a small two-story house in Italian style.

Its windows are all closed, and it looks silent, as if the owner has left.

Around it, there are many hardy trees, but these trees are not big, shaking in the biting cold wind.

"Why didn't we find this house after walking so many times before?" Jessica asked.

"It may be that some kind of secrecy spell has been cast, and then we don't know when it is broken, so we can see it." Allen guessed.

"No matter what, this must be related to wizards. Let's go up and have a look." Ian's courage and perseverance were fully reflected at this time, and he wanted to move forward after speaking.

"There are guards on the outside, we have to find a way." Jessica also hurriedly grabbed her brother.

Alan, who fell behind, summoned two broomsticks from the storage space,

"We can fly there."

"You look like you have more stuff to go out with than the girls," Jessica exclaimed.

After Allen, who was a little speechless, cast the illusion spell on everyone, the three of them flew up, braving the bitter cold wind, flying high, and landed silently in the yard.

A few of them hid under a window sill, and Allen heard a voice from inside, "You, do you have any accomplices?"

"No!" A particularly tough voice came, and Allen almost exclaimed, it was Leonard's voice, he was arrested!

"How do you know we're here?" A cold voice came.

"Hmph!" With a muffled groan of pain, Leonard didn't say anything.

"If you don't come up with something serious, it seems that you won't tell the truth! Cruciate!"

Leonard's miserable cry instantly increased, and both Jessica and Ian recognized who the owner of the voice was. They were held firmly by Allen, so they restrained the urge to come forward to rescue them immediately.

"Boss, why don't we evacuate first?" A greasy voice sounded.

"No, Tibery is about to deliver the goods to me, we can't evacuate. Continue to torture." An extremely cold voice that sent chills down the spine gave orders.

Leonard's wailing continued to be heard in the room.

At this time, three masked wizards in black robes suddenly appeared in the yard. They carried a big box, which was wet and dripping water on the edge into ice. The short wizard walking in the middle kept cutting off the ice edges that were about to touch the ground.

"I'll go in and find out the situation, you guys are here, don't move around." Allen moved to leave Jessica and Ian a shadow of their backs before they argued—only his last sentence came from the darkness, " I still have a few oranges in my bag, come back for you to eat."

Although Jessica and his brother didn't know why Alan suddenly mentioned eating oranges, they both felt inexplicably uncomfortable...

Allen followed the three alien wizards into the room.

At a glance, Leonard's face was covered with bruises, obviously suffering from some abuse. His hands and feet were bound with long shackles and he couldn't move.

Apart from this, the most striking feature of the room is a wizard seated by the vaulted fireplace.

His appearance is like an eagle, his expression is haughty and full of murderous intent.

This person seems to be a quick-moving, cruel-tempered, cruel-hearted person who does what he says without any scruples.

Coupled with his thick white hair and the deep scar extending from his nose to his temples, this already shocking face added a bit of barbaric viciousness.

To his right, a dark, thin, small wizard held a wand in his hand, staring at the three wizards who entered. Greed left many folds at the corners of his eyes, and the ferocity and greed of pigs and wolves fought on his face.

"You're late, Tibery!" The white-haired wizard who was sitting by the fire gave Allen an endless sense of threat, his voice was gloomy and terrifying.