Chapter 394 Prisoner
"Antonin Dolokhov, Bellatrix Lestrange, Rodolphus Lestrange." Owen Harris said calmly to his son.
With his current strength, coupled with the Auror guard team that is equipped at any time, these few are not even considered clowns.
"Penello is waiting for you at the Shrieking Shack. She brought a few Muggle prisoners caught in the United States and wanted to hand them over to you. What a good girl who ran so far for you." Mr. Harris said A narrow smile appeared on his face, "By the way, recently, Penello is going abroad to Albania to catch fugitives from the World Cup. This time after the Auror reform, the crackdown on these fugitives is particularly strong, and many criminals have to abscond abroad. Albanian forest This unmanaged, dark and chaotic place has become the first choice for these fugitives. Say goodbye to the girl in a while."
Allen understood that the tower is inaccessible to those who do not have the mark of perception. Penello can only find a place to wait for him to receive it: "Albania? Father, I remember that there is a man named Bertha Jorkins in the Ministry of Magic Witch, how is she doing?"
"This is a very ordinary employee of the Ministry of Magic. Why did you remember to ask her?" Owen didn't understand how Allen would notice such an ordinary employee.
"When I was investigating little Crouch recently, I found that when he tortured Moody, he mentioned that Mr. Crouch had used a powerful forgetting spell on Bertha." Allen replied half-truthfully.
"She just returned from a vacation in Albania recently, no wonder she is getting more and more forgetful. I will send someone to secretly guard Bertha, and she can also be used as evidence to aggravate Crouch's crime." Owen became interested.
After saying goodbye to his father, Allen didn't rush to the Shrieking Shack immediately. Now that he knew that Penello was about to go to Albania, even though he knew that Voldemort should be in England at this time, Allen, who was still worried, decided to go to the perception room on the top floor to find out about Voldemort's movements and determine his location.
The silver light flickered, and Allen knew a lot of information about Voldemort, but it was easy to search for Voldemort's movements.
The first thing I saw was an extremely luxurious restaurant, its decoration style was very British classical art. The walls are covered with paintings decorated with Baroque photo frames, the white reliefs on the walls and the exquisite ceiling all show that this must be a luxurious English manor.
Although the large maroon dining table was a little old, the cups and saucers had exquisite patterns, and there were leftover barbecues and Yorkshire puddings on the dinner plate.
These all show that Voldemort is in England at this time.
A tall man with greasy hair and pockmarked face sat on a chair with a tired expression.
There is also a man with a full face and a fierce look. His face is gloomy and slightly brutal, which does not match the silver silk robe on him.
There were still some Death Eaters around, and before Allen could investigate one by one, a cold voice rang out: "Shut up, let me out, someone is spying on us."
Unscrupulous and crazy laughter echoed in the room, "There are people who don't know how to live or die dare to spy on my great master!"
"There's nothing here?" The greasy-haired man raised his head and looked around hesitantly.
Snapped--
A crisp sound sounded, his neck was struck straight by a shiny black whip, and there was another muffled sound, the man was thrown out by her and hit a distant wall, and then she rushed He leaned over and yelled at the man: "Shut up, idiot. Don't let me hear you questioning the master again."
A tall woman with a wide chin and thick eyelids stepped forward and took a bundle in her arms from the wide armchair in the middle. Her skin had taken on an unhealthy pallor from being out of sight for so long.
Although the long prison life made this man look very haggard, he can still vaguely see the beauty of his youth
"Good master, I will help you realize all your wishes." She said in a very soft voice.
She tore off the bundle on the ground, revealing what was inside,
A slimy, eyeless hideous thing—no, worse than that, a hundred times more.
The thing she picked up looked like a curled up baby, but it had no hair, it seemed to have scales on its body, and its skin was dark and red, like wounded tender flesh.
Its arms and legs were thin and limp, and its face--no living child had such a face--was that of a flat snake with sparkling red eyes.
It raised its thin arms and wrapped them around the woman's neck.
Suddenly, Allen met his slender, evil red eyes.
Allen continued to observe the environment calmly, and Voldemort could only detect the prying eyes but couldn't know who it was, at least he couldn't do it now.
After finding that it was impossible to collect more information, Allen voluntarily withdrew from the spell, the light curtain flashed, all the silver light disappeared, and the detection room returned to calm.
Allen pondered for a long time. Even in this state, he could be keenly aware of his detection. Sure enough, he would be at a disadvantage against the resurrected Voldemort, and his chances of winning were not great.
Leaving the detection room, Allen sent the news he had received to his father, and then went to the screaming shack.
Before entering the door, a man's painful groans were heard from the screaming shed. An almost inhuman scream of pain was accompanying Penello's unbridled laughter.
Allen quickly dodged in, and at a glance, he saw Penello torturing a criminal with the Cruciatus Curse, sneering wildly while casting the spell.
Sensing Alan's footsteps, she turned her head vigilantly, saw Alan, her eyes were flickering, she put down the wand pointing at the criminals a little guilty, and hid it behind her.
Allen looked at the three criminals in the room. Apparently the criminal who was being tortured by Penello with the Cruciatus Curse had gone mad. A criminal crouched in the corner with dull eyes and no focus. And the other one looked at all this in horror, obviously frightened.
"Alan, you are doing a dementor experiment, and you need to observe the process and consequences of being kissed by a dementor in different states. I just want to help you prepare in advance." Penelope explained hesitatingly.
"Jeffrey Lionel Dahmer, who kidnapped his prey, killed, raped, and ate them. He chiseled his victims' skulls and filled them with quicksilver. The female mummy is then dismembered and eaten. The genitals and other favorite foods are refrigerated. The rest are disposed of in sulfuric acid pools. I found a large number of human heads and stumps in his house. There are also slices of human flesh." Penello pointed said the crazy man.
"There are two more?" Allen asked.