Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 229
London, Fraer Village.

"Crack."

Biting the bone stick in his hand hard, the black wizard Modal wolfed down his dinner.

This is the seventh day since he escaped from Azkaban. The Aurors of the Ministry of Magic have been active recently. Before that, he escaped at least three waves of inspections.

Even in such a small country place, Modal did not take it lightly, always holding the cherry wood wand - the wand was very difficult, and he snatched it from an unlucky ghost on the black market.

It is with this magic wand that he has the power to protect himself.

From this point of view, he is quite lucky.

"Woooooo!"

While he was gnawing his bones, suddenly, a sharp siren sounded.

Modal was so frightened that he stopped immediately.

He hid behind the pile of firewood and looked out vigilantly, but saw a few Ministry of Magic Aurors flying over on broomsticks in the sky not far away.

"so annoying."

Modal cursed secretly, shrank behind the firewood and remained motionless.

He didn't understand why these Aurors were always chasing and biting prisoners like them like crazy?

It is clear that Sauron in "Death Bloom" is the biggest enemy of the Ministry of Magic!
"Oh, or I'll go to Paradise Street too."

When he was in prison, he knew through various channels that there is a newly emerging organization outside, called "Death Bloom".

The owner of "Death Bloom", "Devil Lord" Sauron, is a ruthless man who single-handedly set fire to the Ministry of Magic. His power has developed rapidly, and there is a tendency to almost rival the Ministry of Magic in Europe.

But he Modal doesn't like being controlled, he likes freedom.

Therefore, instead of going to "Death Bloom" like most fugitives, he wanted to try to escape abroad and start a new life.

But now it seems that it seems the most correct way to recognize a boss and hold a thigh.

The patrolling Aurors come and go as fast as they come.

After a while, it flew over the small village.

Modal felt relieved, and a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth.

Thanks Cornelius Fudge.

If it wasn't for this old fool who was so overjoyed and wanted to make some achievements for the outside world to see, he wouldn't have escaped so easily—the newly equipped "siren" is simply for reminding people.

"time to go."

Although once again escaped the search, Modal felt that this small village was no longer safe.

Without alarming anyone, he quietly left the village, but unexpectedly, he bumped into two men in gray robes!

"Oh shit!"

Where did so many wizards come from such a remote village?

Looking at the two people who were clearly different from Muggles, Modal cursed inwardly.

"Hey bro, how are you?"

However, those two men in gray robes did not seem to be Aurors from the Ministry of Magic. When they saw Modal, who was obviously not a good person, they were not nervous, but exuded a "breath of the same kind".

"who are you."

The cherry wood wand was tightly held in the palm of his hand, and Modal did not let down his guard.

Appearing in such a small village at night is already weird enough.

"Us? We are the Paradise Street Vigilante."

One of the gray-robed men smiled.

And the other gray-robed man shot a spell from his sleeve neatly and without any hesitation.

"Varied"

Modal is still careless.

Fugitive, any trouble should be taken seriously.

He never expected that the two who looked similar to him, and even had a slightly more evil aura than him, would confront the killer without hesitation.

Paradise Street?
Isn't that the site of "Death Bloom"?

Why is "Death Bloom" helping the Ministry of Magic!

Modal didn't think about these problems until his death
"The third."

Modal's death made the two men in gray robes very happy. They seemed to have done the most insignificant thing, drawing a big cross on one of the wanted warrants.

This is all merit!
With a solid record, they will definitely be able to rise to another level within the organization in the future.

"Let's go, try to find another one before tomorrow."

The two smiled and drifted away.

Don't think that there is no competition among the security officers. Rather, the competition within the security officers is more intense than that of the Ministry of Magic.

They are all people who are unwilling to be content with the status quo. Now that they finally have a chance to show off, can they show their faces and show their presence in front of Lord Sauron?

Things like this happen all over the UK.

The Ministry of Magic is in the light, and the security forces are in the dark.

The efficiency of catching prisoners has almost reached the highest level in history.

In just one week, one-third of those fugitives were arrested, which was unimaginable before!
For the first time, the power of the "Death Bloom" was recognized
Ordinary wizards have greatly changed their impression of this organization that can rival the Ministry of Magic.

It was hit by Avery.

In the Azkaban prison riot, the popularity of "Death Bloom" not only did not decline, but soared all the way.Merchandise sales on Paradise Street also hit new highs.

Avery and Karak laughed from ear to ear.

It's still Lord Lord's foresight.

Turning a crisis into an opportunity, this kind of vision is absolutely unique to everyone!
Everyone was very happy, including those Aurors who were so disgusted in their mouths and took off in their hearts.

However, there is one exception
That is Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic.

"There is such a strong army hidden under my nose, Sauron, what on earth are you trying to do!"

Three hundred people who maintain the law and order of the street.

It sounds like nothing, and even savoring carefully, it seems to be a little LOW.

But during this week, Cornelius Fudge has witnessed how powerful people he thinks are relatively LOW have exploded.

too frightening.

Not to mention hunting down some fugitives.

With a little arming, these people can come to their Ministry of Magic to block the gate.

You know, the total number of Aurors in the "Auror Office" and "Department of Mysteries" is less than three hundred!
An invisible threat hung over his head, and Connelly felt a noose around his neck.

And the other end of the lasso was in Sauron's hands.

"No, it can't go on like this."

Cornelius Fudge felt that if he didn't do anything else, the Ministry of Magic would be completely over.

After more than a year of disappearance, everyone seemed to have forgotten Sauron's past crimes.But he didn't, he, the Minister of Magic, remembered everything clearly.

Business alliance?Security officers?Law-abiding citizens?

If Sauron had no ambition, he would eat the table in front of him!
"Can you put those so-called security guards and prisoners in jail after the incident is over?"

A gleam flashed in old Fudge's eyes.

He began to calculate.

If some of Sauron's troops were taken down quickly, what were the chances of the Ministry of Magic winning the battle with "Death Blossom".

(End of this chapter)