On the vast sea, the strong wind swept the dark clouds...
On the coast of the British Peninsula, in a cave on an unknown island.
The cave entrance is wide open, but under the shield of magic, no wind or rain can drift into it.
In the center of the cave is a warm and dancing bonfire, and the rain curtain outside the barrier is like an airplane opening its cabin door during a storm.
The thin barrier actually made the environment on both sides completely different.
However, the cozy fire was also shaken by the tail wind brought by a group of uninvited guests.
Leader: "You called me from all the way, hoping to tell me good news. Bell"
Bell: "Yes, Sir Charles."
The leader is a man wearing a large black trench coat. His name is Osmer Charles. He wears a grimace mask on his face and has three lines drawn across his shoulders. He is the most powerful person here.
The men who reported to him wore gray uniforms with only two lines on their shoulders.
As for the rest of the people, they stood around them without saying a word, wearing black uniforms with only a line on their shoulders.
Clayman Bell, a man in gray uniform, followed Charles.
He kept reporting the information he had found out to his superiors.
Arriving at the deepest part of the cave, in the shadows, there was a bald and wretched old man tied up here.
Charles came to stand in front of him, turned his head slightly, and asked Bell behind him.
Charles: "That's him?"
Bell: "Yes, sir"
"Sir, what did I do wrong? Why are you arresting me..." The bald old man's face was pale, his face was covered with sweat beads, his lips were pale, and the corners of his mouth were trembling as he spoke.
Before Charles came, the old man was extremely abused, although there were no marks on his body.
"No, no, no, you didn't do anything wrong, you just know too much. Let me ask you, do you suffer less? Do you understand?" Seeing that Bell was sure, Charles half-crouched in front of the old man and said to the old man with an oppressive momentum. .
The old man didn't answer and his attitude was very tough.
Also, if a person who has been underground for such a long time is not ruthless and determined, he will be eaten up and wiped out long ago.
Charles chuckled upon seeing this.
Raising his hand, a black figure landed on the old man's head.
The old man, who had been very tough just now, suddenly broke out in cold sweat and trembled all over.
It's the body's instinctive fear, and it can't be stopped by willpower.
It turned out that the black figure was a pure black curled-winged demon with red eyes, and the curled-winged demon was lying on the back of the old man's head, its tiny nose sniffing the few hairs he had.
"Sir, why don't you just search his memory?" Bell said.
"This kind of person, if you don't break his psychological defense, he will tell you false news and let you fall into the hands of his companions."
Charles chuckled and answered for his men.
Bell was speechless. He took a few steps back and decided to remain silent and carefully observe how Chief Charles interrogated him.
After Charles answered Bell's words, he said no more. Instead, he stood up straight and closed his eyes to rest.
Under his windbreaker, the bulging scrotum suddenly squirmed and stood up, revealing from time to time a monkey head with a pustule on its head and a long fluffy tail.
"Okay! Bell, let's see how different this old guy's news is from yours."
It turns out that Charles was just waiting for the Grimm Scarab to inject its venom, which is a super powerful truth serum.
Unfortunately, the side effects are extremely severe. After interrogation, the old man will become a vegetative state. Otherwise, truth serum will lose its market.
Charles stared into the old man's eyes and spoke in a low voice.
"Tell me, where did you transport the Norman Dragon Blood Grass?"
The old man's eyes showed no signs of dementia, and there were no traces of struggle on his body.
He said in a hoarse voice. "On the last Saturday before Halloween, there is an auction at the Hog's Head pub in Hogsmeade..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man became silent and drool began to flow from the corners of his mouth.
No trace of Occlumency being used! Charles found the news reliable.
He stood up and looked at Bell questioningly.
Bell looked ecstatic, and he congratulated Charles repeatedly.
"Yes! This is the news I asked about! There are many rare herbs being auctioned at the herb auction held at the Pig Head Bar."
Just when Charles wanted to ask about the details of the Pig's Head Bar.
A voice interrupted the conversation between the two.
"Albus Dumbledore's younger brother, Aberforth Dumbledore, is the owner of the Hog's Head pub."
"take it easy!"
He saw everyone staring at him with vigilant eyes.
The visitor revealed his thin arm with a swastika tattoo on it.
As the tattoos glowed slightly, everyone's expressions softened.
"consultant?"
Charles seemed to know something. He signaled everyone to put down their guard and spoke to confirm.
"Yes, I am your advisor for this operation."
When Bell heard this, he saw that his commander, Charles, was silent.
He coughed lightly and spoke to break the silence.
"Sir, can you tell me all the information you know?"
The visitor chuckled and answered in an old and hoarse voice.
"I'm not here to seize power. You can act as you wish. I'm just afraid that you will be too reckless and fail to complete your mission."
In Charles's organization, there is such a rule that the status of the operational advisor is equivalent to that of the top leader performing tasks outside.
In other words, if Charles has five bars, then the advisor's status is five bars, and Charles only has three bars, so does the advisor, but he is also one of the highest powers here.
"The Pig's Head Bar is in Hogsmeade Village, and Hogsmeade Village is next to Hogwarts. Every weekend, students go to the village to buy various things. So, you don't have a chance during the day. As far as I know , the auction will be in the evening. At that time, I will ask the Ministry of Magic to hold a wartime student disposal meeting. In the evening, the students will return to the castle, and the school professors will feel safe to go to the meeting."
This consultant... Charles frowned, why is he so familiar?
"I heard that there are a group of ball escapers raised in Hogwarts?"
Charles spoke to test him.
"Yes, Hogwarts purchased a batch of ball escapers last year, and it is said that they have grown to a large scale in the Forbidden Forest."
The consultant chuckled, noticing Charles' temptation.
Ball Escape Birds are currently a precious strategic resource, and their blood is the main material for drawing large teleportation arrays.
If you weren't an important member of Hogwarts, this news would be difficult to find out.
However, the consultant's joking laughter actually made Charles wonder whether this consultant was a hidden thread infiltrated by the British Ministry of Magic?
Seeing Charles's gloomy expression, the consultant shook his head.
With his gray beard trembling, his hoarse voice sounded again.
"Charles, you don't trust the leader's selection of advisors at all!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Charles' expression changed.
"I will never question a leader!"
he said impassionedly.
So what are you hesitating about? Charles's face turned red, and he understood the meaning of the consultant's teasing look.
"Brothers, let us take back the Norman Dragon Blood Grass together!"
Leaders sometimes have to be thick-skinned, so Charles decisively pretended that nothing had happened.
"For the soul to live forever!"
Everyone echoed in unison.
"For the soul to live forever..."
Charles also murmured quietly...
