Chapter 299 Beetles and Peregrine Falcons

The truck was actually full of giant spiders.

The gray bristles were like steel needles, and the shiny eyes flashed with greed. Some opened their mouths, and the sharp appendages seemed to flash with cold light.

The freckled driver instantly showed an extremely frightened expression. He opened his mouth wide, but could not make any sound.

At this moment, his expression suddenly became trance, and his frightened and desperate eyes became dull.

Next to the car door, a fluffy leg that was about to touch him paused for a moment and retracted.

The freckled driver closed the door as usual, turned around, and said in a muffled voice: "They are still unconscious, I said there is no need to check at all."

The thick eyebrows looked slightly relieved, but he said: "Those are all wizards, I don't know how many dangerous magics they have mastered. We must be careful at all times before the people sent by the leader come to pick us up."

"Got it."

The freckled driver seemed much gentler this time and responded casually.

Although his attitude was still perfunctory, the thick eyebrows were already very satisfied.

He arranged the next division of labor for everyone, and asked Will to leave the ship accompanied by the counter lady.

Finally, two people were left to guard the truck, and the others left.

The freckled driver was one of the two who stayed, and the other had fluffy curly hair and a mustache, looking like he hadn't woken up yet.

"I really don't know what's so good about this place. With the gold powder, they definitely can't wake up. Could someone steal people from the truck?"

The mustache yawned and said lazily: "I'm going back to the car to sleep for a while, don't tell the leader!"

He opened the car door and was about to climb up when he suddenly heard the sound of water dripping behind him.

The mustache frowned, turned around and said angrily: "Hey, you can go farther when you pee..."

Looking back, his voice stopped abruptly.

I saw the freckled driver standing behind him honestly, his face was a little pale, and his expression was dazed.

Looking down, his pants were wet in a large area, and the wet marks were still spreading to other places.

The mustache man felt that this state was strange and incomprehensible, wondering why his companion peed in his pants while standing.

Then he suddenly became alert, grabbed the whistle hanging on his chest and was about to put it in his mouth, but suddenly heard a calm voice in his ear——

"Oblivion! Fainted!"

The mustache man fell to the ground with a "bang" like a doll that had lost power, and then floated up again, swaying and landing on the passenger seat.

Then, a figure walked out of the air.

"Really, why are you still scared to pee? The eight-eyed giant spider didn't pounce on you. You are a werewolf, what are you afraid of?"

Wade said speechlessly: "Fortunately you didn't do this just now, otherwise everyone would have found out."

The freckle driver's eyes were wide open, and the bloodshot white around his irises looked a little scary.

Wade didn't really let him speak to explain, but pointed his wand at the freckle driver and whispered again: "Oblivion!"

The light of the spell hit the freckle driver, and he leaned back and fell down as well.

Wade still moved the freckled driver to the car, and arranged it to look like he was lazy and sleeping, but he was a little uncertain.

This was the first time he used the Oblivion Charm on a living person.

The skilled memory cancelers of the Ministry of Magic can easily erase a designated memory of the target. Generally speaking, the target is the Muggles who have seen certain magical events to ensure that the magical world will not leak secrets.

Lockhart is a master of the Memory Charm. This spell originally acts on memory and is not very powerful. But Lockhart can use the Memory Charm to blow up a stone corridor, which is as powerful as a bomb.

It's just that this incompetent professor doesn't care how the people whose memories he cancels will live, so his Oblivion Charm usually directly restores the brain to factory settings, which is rough and simple.

Although Wade just controlled the power of his spell, he couldn't be sure whether it just deleted the part of the memory of the two people who realized the truth.

And the voyage on the sea, it takes an unknown amount of time, and he can't stay here all the time.

He needs a helper.

Wade thought about it, and a series of names emerged in his mind, and then excluded them.

Either the level is not enough, or the character is not good.

Some people have superb strength, but too high moral values, which may conflict with Wade's expectations on issues related to right and wrong, life and death.

And his friends who will undoubtedly support him, their magic level is not enough, and it is easy to get into danger if they stay in this place to monitor.

The werewolves already know about the puppets, so they can't be used as surprise troops; the size of the flow mirror has a certain limit and is easy to be discovered; the house elves all have jobs.

Wade lowered his head and thought for a moment, and suddenly had an idea. He looked at the time and place, told Mihael a few words, then came to the window, turned into a peregrine falcon, and glided out quietly along the sea surface in the night.

...

It was already late, and there were still three people sitting in a small bar on a street in London.

"Should we wait, Rita?" The thin man carrying the camera asked, "Maybe they left from another exit."

"Impossible!" Rita Skeeter said flatly: "Gul will not set up a fireplace in the venue, nor allow others to Apparate, so after the exhibition, they will definitely come out of the elevator!"

"But..."

"No buts! This is the last exhibition of that Gul. It is said that there is even a magic mirror that can communicate with the dead! Do you know how valuable this news is?"

Rita Skeeter interrupted him impatiently. Seeing that the man was silent, she grabbed her crocodile leather handbag and casually said, "I'm going to the bathroom. You stay here."

"...Okay." The male photographer said with his head down.

Then, he saw the female reporter, whose reputation was polarized but every article would become popular, walking out with high heels.

Rita Skeeter didn't actually want to go to the bathroom. She was just wondering why no alchemist had left for so long. She suspected that the preciousness of this exhibit might exceed her expectations.

"I want to see what good things that Gul has brought."

Rita Skeeter muttered and walked quickly into an empty alley. A moment later, a beetle flapped its wings hard and flew out of the alley.

This is the secret method that makes Rita Skeeter always come up with hot news - she is an Animagus, and her form is even a tiny insect.

The little beetle just flew out for a while, and suddenly felt the air vibrate obviously, and then a "giant" fell from the sky -

A brown-gray bird landed, and its black gemstone-like eyes were staring at her.

There is only one chapter tonight, too tired, go to bed early.

Good night.

Thanks to Feiyan, the leader of the reincarnation reward (fist), I will take time to add more.