A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 629 Tracking Mission
Ron looked shocked, and he whispered nervously, "Who are you? A Death Eater? A Dark wizard?"

There was no sound behind me.Ron swallowed, he turned his head, but the wand on his waist poked him hard, and he didn't dare to move immediately.

He murmured: "I said—you may not be aware of a problem, if I die, you will never be able to escape, I am the recipient of the Medal of Merlin Second Class—I will soon become a first class, or anti-dark magic A full member of the association, I am the favorite student of Dumbledore and Professor Hap, the famous Harry Potter, you know? He and I are best brothers..."

A malicious chuckle came from behind.

"Of course I know who you are," said a voice pinching his throat.

Ron felt relieved for a moment, and then felt a burning pain in the back of his right hand, "Don't make small movements." The voice said, and Ron's hand in his pocket froze.

"Come with me!"

Ron was dragged to one side, and Tonks' clumsy figure disappeared from the corner of his eye.He dimmed his eyes and found that they had come to a narrow alley with little light.He was roughly pushed against the wall.

"Ron Weasley?"

"Yeah," said Ron, his voice calm.

"Oh, you're unlucky to see something you shouldn't—" said the voice frivolously.

Ron suddenly felt confident.

"Well, I don't think so."

"Be honest! You—"

A twisted magic power suddenly appeared on the surface of Ron's body, and the wand behind him was forced to push away. The twisted magic power spread its teeth and claws, but it quickly expanded like an inflated plastic bag and bulged into a ball. Hunting sound.

Ron held his wand, turned around slowly (and stroked his hair in the middle), and looked wryly at the man who had been hit by the spell on the wall on the other side, showing half of his face.

"Looks like a mess, Collins," he said gloatingly.

"Think you're cool?" Collins said angrily, "Get me out soon!" Her face was deformed by Ron's magic, and her voice was hushed at this time.

Ron suppressed a smile and put away his magic.

"The Iron Armor Curse?" Collins asked, leaning on the wall to straighten her body and rubbing her face vigorously.

"Ha, the first silent spell I have mastered, you are so lucky."

Ron tapped his palm with his wand, and a few sparks splashed out from the tip of the wand, with a smug expression on his face.

Collins walked out of the alley angrily.

"Hey, don't go, what's going on?" Ron followed behind and asked, "I saw Tonks... that person must be her, I can tell from the action."

"It's her," Collins gave an affirmative answer. When the two walked out of the alley, she looked around for a while, "Forget it, let's find a place to rest for a while, the temperature has dropped drastically in the past two days, but that old lady is messing around Run... I really doubt she did it on purpose."

They walked towards the Three Broomsticks.

"Who are you talking about?" Ron asked curiously.

"Carotta Pinkstone," said Collins, "she's only recently come out of Azkaban, and Tonks and I are keeping tabs on her."

"Is that person a criminal?" Ron asked in surprise. "She wouldn't be—"

"No, not like you think. She has nothing to do with the recent dark wizard trials." Collins explained, and they took a seat by the window in the Three Broomsticks, and Madam Rosmerta came towards them, " Want something, dear? Oh, Mr Weasley?"

"Well," said Ron slowly, in a low voice, "I need a hot whiskey, and give this lady—"

"Are you of age?" Collins looked at him suspiciously.

Ron coughed violently, his face flushed red, and he gave her a vicious look, "It's only been less than five months, if you insist on getting to the bottom of it!" Mrs. Rosmerta covered her mouth and chuckled, her whole body exuding charm Touching temperament. "A hot whiskey, yes," she said calmly. "And you, my pretty lady?"

"I don't need anything." Collins threw out a sentence forcefully.

"She can't drink, she's performing—hiss!" Ron inhaled with a painful expression, he pulled back his trampled toe, and said to Mrs. Rosmerta angrily, "Please, before bringing her a glass of soda water." Kind of stuff."

"I recommend Sydney juice soda." The bar owner said.

"That's it." Ron said, seeing that Collins had no objection.When Mrs. Rosmerta left, he couldn't help asking in a low voice, "That Carol—"

"Carlotta!"

"Well, Carlotta," Ron shrugged, "what crime did she commit? Why did you two keep her eyes on her? Frankly, I don't think Tonks is suitable for close-up stalking unless..."

"Unless we don't want to hide it at all." Collins gave an approving look.

Ron stared. He was about to say that unless the person who gave the order was out of his mind, but he wouldn't admit it to Collins unless he was out of his mind too.So he echoed, "Yeah, that's right, that's what I thought. Be specific!"

"She's an activist..."

Collins said slowly in the warm, faintly scented bar. Time passed and the glasses in front of the two of them were empty. Collins stood up and put on a scarf, "I'm going to replace Don Alex. Oh yes, if you see Cedric, say hello, I saw him with his little girlfriend earlier."

"Can't you say it yourself?" Ron muttered dissatisfiedly.

"The task is here." Collins smiled, covering his face, only showing a pair of eyes, "Well, I have to say, your reaction today is impressive, and I look forward to you becoming my new colleague."

"Got it, got it." Ron's ears were a little red, and he said slowly, showing what he thought was a noble and deep demeanor.

As dusk approached, little wizards from Hogwarts came out from all directions and started their way back to school.The door of the Three Broomsticks was pushed open, and a woman in a dark green double-breasted trench coat came in. She was not young, but people could still see the beauty and elegance of her youth from her face .

Mrs. Rosmerta greeted him.

"Guest, please come in, what do you want?"

The woman didn't answer in a hurry, she took off the hard pointed hat, exposed the short gray hair under the hat, looked around, and then said: "Please prepare me a remote room. I plan to stay tonight."

"Yes, ma'am," Madame Rosmerta replied, "Any more?"

"I may host someone tonight, so don't bother me, I don't need any services other than accommodation. Understand?"

"Oh, er, yes," Madam Rosmerta said hesitantly, "According to the regulations of the Ministry of Magic, the accommodation needs to register the name..."

"Of course," said the woman, "you can call me . . . Nicole Noll."

It was late at night, and the stars were twinkling outside the window.The woman sat on a chair in the room and waited patiently.She's been doing this for a while now, her hands clasped together, her eyes sparkling with memory.

Did the Hogwarts girl deliver the letter?Will he make an appointment?Why didn't they contact them after getting out of trouble?Was he disheartened, thinking that after that incident, no one would recognize his unshakable dominance...

"Knock knock knock!"

The woman stood up excitedly, but fortunately she hadn't lost her mind, "Is that you?" She asked in a trembling voice.

There was no response from outside.

Her heart sank suddenly, she quickly pulled out her wand, and pointed at the door. "Who is outside?" the woman shouted, this time her voice was full of indifference and chill.

"Felix Hemp," said the young voice outside the door, "a lady who calls herself 'Nicole Noel' is taking the liberty of visiting, can we go downstairs and have a chat?" Following the voice, the surrounding The air seems to be solidifying, connecting into an indivisible whole.

The woman raised her wand decisively, a flash of fire shot out, and she tried to Apparate.

"boom!"

The door was torn apart, and the flames blasted a big hole in the wall.The figure of the woman disappeared at the last second, but she was quickly thrown out, surrounded by a wasteland, the black stone shadows were silent, the trees were rustling, and the chill of the night was transmitted to the woman through the bitingly cold ground.She shivered and got up from the ground.

Out of the corner of his eye, Nicole Noel saw a light, which was the village of Hogsmeade.

She exhaled the coldness frozen in her chest, and roughly judged her location - the outskirts of Hogsmeade.Then she focused on the man who appeared quietly in front of her. The moonlight shone on his too young face, outlining his handsome facial features.

"Felix Hemp?"

(End of this chapter)