It took Amosta a while to find Grimmauld Place, because when Tonks mentioned this place to him, he only casually mentioned 'a run-down neighborhood in northwest London', but the scope of northwest London is too broad. Well, Amosta couldn't walk down every Muggle street and ask everyone if they had heard of Grimmauld Place.
However, this is not the first time Amosta, who has been working outside for several years and is experienced, has encountered such problems.
Returning to London that night, after resting in a hotel for a night, he went to the largest Muggle police station in the area early the next morning, then walked in without hesitation under the Disguise Charm, hypnotized a policeman, and found Archives, it took half an hour to successfully find the specific location of Grimmauld Place.
Before setting off, he stopped by a fast food restaurant for breakfast. By the time he reached the three-mile area around Grimmauld Place using the Muggle method, the sun had already risen to the center of the sky.
"It's a really run-down place--"
In a 24-hour convenience store three miles away, behind the clean glass windows, Amosta, who was eating a hot dog, muttered as he looked at the neighborhood that was about to leave the city.
It was clearly daytime, but there were not many cars or Muggles seen on the main street of the block. The paint of the tall street lamps on both sides of the road was seriously damaged. A breeze blew by, and old newspapers abandoned by others on the roadside were swirling. It floated into the air and hung on a clothes drying pole outside the balcony of a house.
There were traces of magic in the air - this did not surprise Amosta. He had anticipated this situation in advance, otherwise, he would not have approached this place slowly and in a Muggle way.
Surveillance magic is the work of Aurors. They monitor a large area around Grimmauld Place. As long as they find someone using magic in this area, the Aurors will appear behind you in the next second and threaten to close you down. Are you in confinement or something...
However, Apparition was not prohibited in the area. In fact, the Aurors were even eager for Sirius Black to do so.
So... how to approach that house, Amosta, with bulging cheeks, thought to himself.
In this area, there are not only surveillance magic, but also a considerable number of Aurors, which are formed into lines and networks, evenly distributed within a three-mile radius from the center of Grimmauld Place. By overcoming a vulnerability, they can support each other once attacked.
This was not the first time Amosta had dealt with Aurors, and he still recognized their 'professional abilities', but their problem was that they could not deal with the 'highly sophisticated' wizards.
It wouldn't be a problem for Amosta to forcefully break in while wearing the identity of Golden Viper, but he didn't want to do that. He had been using the identity of 'Golden Viper' for several years and already had a certain reputation and reputation. Prestige, Amosta did not want to make this identity incompatible with the Ministry of Magic.
For the sake of the stability of the magical world, the Ministry of Magic can tolerate wizards in the underground world doing things that break the law, but this tolerance will certainly not be reflected in the case of Sirius Black.
Change your vest?
It wasn't impossible...but thinking about Tonks who had just been discharged from St. Mungo's, Amosta hesitated and gave up on this method.
Dude, dunk, dunk---
Amosta stared expressionlessly at the desolate street, tapping the table gently, making a rhythmic sound. After a while, the tapping suddenly stopped, and Amosta's raised fingers hovered in the air. A smile appeared inexplicably at the corner of his mouth,
"Then, let the tiger leave the mountain..."
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The night was getting darker, and the dim moonlight was gradually obscured by the moving black clouds. Shadows emerged from one end of the street like a tide, slowly but surely pulling the world into a mysterious atmosphere.
Gua--gua--
Several frightened black crows fluttered their wings from the barren grass in the center of Grimmauld Place, quickly jumped over the rooftops and disappeared into the darkness. Their rough and hoarse cries made the deep night even more unpredictable.
Breathing...
In a dark alleyway south of Grimmauld Place, Tonks, who was wearing a dark cloak and nestled in the shadow of a telephone pole, breathed a sigh of relief, although his eyes were fixed on the location of the 11th and 13th buildings in the square. , but his eyes were full of weariness.
At this time, a slight sound suddenly came from behind, making Tonks tremble. She suddenly woke up and turned around, but when she saw that the person coming was a figure that was darker than the darkness, Tonks looked up. Shu Ye breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his shoulders, and slowly put down the wand in his hand.
"I'll take over, Tonks, you can go find a place to rest for a while-"
The words spoken by the steady, rich voice cheered up the tired Tonks slightly, but she did not obey the instructions and left immediately.
"I think we're just wasting our efforts, Kingsley."
Glancing at the quiet square, Tonks complained in a low voice,
"Since Black escaped from Azkaban, we have been guarding here, but so far we have found nothing. According to me, we should send all Aurors near Hogwarts to search Hogsmeade... .and the Forbidden Forest, instead of wasting your precious time and energy here, Kingsley!"
"You have a point, Tonks."
Surprisingly, Kingsley did not refute Tonks's opinion. Obviously, he had a similar judgment in his mind.
Kingsley and Tonks stood side by side, facing the dilapidated and desolate square in silence for a long time. Kingsley took a deep breath and said again
"But Black is a Death Eater, Tonks. You have not experienced those years, and you don't know how cruel and cunning the Death Eaters are... As long as there is a slight possibility, we cannot ignore it."
"Well, you're right, Kingsley, but maybe you can help me arrange a trip to Hogsmeade. At least, I can have a drink with my old classmates after get off work -"
Tonks fiddled with her dull pink hair, which looked more like dead grass, and mumbled dissatisfiedly.
"Staying up late is really hurtful. Recently I found that my hair is falling out -"
boom!
A low thunderous rumble came from another direction two miles away, followed by a shrill scream, and the gorgeous fireworks that suddenly exploded in mid-air made this quiet and gloomy night completely boil up!
"Stop, Blake!"
When the explosion of the fireworks settled, an angry roar made Tonks and Kingsley's expressions change.
"It's Delis's voice!" Tonks screamed with disbelief in her eyes, "Black..., he actually came back here!"
Kingsley looked grim and did not respond.
He pointed his wand into the void in front of him, and with a whisper, an elegant and shining lynx emerged from a cloud of silvery mist.
Kingsley quickly stepped forward and used his wand to inject a piece of information into the lynx's brain. The lynx jumped a few times in the air nimbly, and then suddenly disappeared in front of them.
"Kingsley?" Tonks asked in confusion, "What are you doing? We should..."
"Prevent others from learning from others, Tonks," Kingsley said calmly, "Come on, Tonks, let's send that despicable bastard back to Azkaban!"
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