Hogwarts, this professor is too stable.

"What an unstable woman!"

In a daze, Tonks seemed to hear the angry voice of a man. He was not familiar with it, but he didn't seem to be a stranger either.

The sound seemed to come from far away.

The green light that had reached her eyes was replaced by a bright silvery white light.

"cracking!"

A loud and sad bird song echoed in the halls of Gringotts for a long time.

"It's the Patronus Charm! Someone used the Patronus Charm to offset most of the damage from that green light!"

"Hurry up and catch that guy!"

"Anti-Apparition..."

"All petrochemical!"

"Send her to St. Mungo's, she needs treatment!"

Listening to the noisy shouts and screams of witches and goblins in his ears, Tonks' consciousness gradually blurred, and finally fell into darkness.

The bright silver-white light in front of her eyes and the unfamiliar and unfamiliar voice became her last memories.

And in the attic of the house next to Gringotts, there was an ordinary suitcase.

Moqil couldn't help but wiped away the cold sweat, "Fortunately...Fortunately, my patron saint is there, it should be nothing serious."

While calming her rapidly beating heart, she complained silently. This time Tonks was almost heroic. She would probably be able to receive a second-class medal of merit. I wonder if the Auror office can provide such a medal of honor. By the way, she is a As an intern Auror, if you only get a meager salary that is less than 1/3 of others, then your credit must be halved...

"Gu, Gu!"

In Gringotts...

The light of the Xintiangull was about to dissipate, but the next moment, the patron saint once again bloomed with bright silver light, fluttered its wings, and flew underground.

"Follow it!"

"Follow it!"

The captain's instructions came from the two communication channels of the Auror and Striker at the same time.

The buzzing alarm is still ringing in my ears. Vault 713 is located hundreds of miles underground. It is one of the highest security vaults in the wizarding world. It requires the goblins of Gringotts to follow a specific unlocking sequence to open it. it.

Today, an uninvited guest opened the door to the vault.

Looking at the empty and empty vault, Quirrell's face turned pale. He had always just pretended to stutter, but now he was really frightened into stuttering. He only felt that his heart was now even emptier than this vault.

"Master...Master, that...that goblin lied to us."

As he spoke, he threw the goblin arm he had just used to open the vault door to the ground, trembling all over, fearing the possible punishment that would follow.

"Let me see, my friend."

A hoarse voice sounded from the turban, and Quirrell respectfully untied the purple turban.

This was the first time Moqil saw the face of the Dark Lord. Tens of meters away, the alchemical spider hid in the cracks of the wall and displayed everything that happened here on Moqil's computer.

Quirrell held the long turban in his hand, his body still trembling.

"Stop shaking, Quilinus." The mysterious man sniffed the air with his almost invisible nose, shaking Quirrell's head from side to side like a snake.

"It is indeed the breath of the Philosopher's Stone. It is very useful for my current situation. This can now be completely confirmed.

My friend, let's go to Hogwarts, you were right to apply for the professorship there, the Philosopher's Stone was brought there, we have to go to that school..."

But in an instant, the mysterious man's already bad face turned even paler, and his cold eyes revealed a bloodthirsty light.

"Quirinas, our friend Druhar has messed up, and a group of Aurors and Strikers are heading here."

"Master... Master, what should we... do?" Quirrell was completely panicked. He was born in a wizarding family with a good family environment. He stayed in school after graduating from Ravenclaw Academy at Hogwarts. Now that he was teaching, he had never experienced anything like this before, and he never imagined that one day he would be hunted down by strikers and Aurors.

He knows about batters, and he knows how powerful those guys are. Just look at the classmates who became batters and Aurors. Each of them is a good player who can hit two of them, or even more.

"My friend, it's okay, I will take care of it, put on the cloak, let me do it, we will be okay..."

In almost an instant, Quirrell felt that most of his magic power was taken away. His neck made an extremely strange sound and slowly rotated 180 degrees.

Covered in a black hood, Quirrell felt his right hand clenching the wand. He took out the mask from his clothes with his left hand and put it on the back of his head... No, now it was put on the front face.

He couldn't see anything and could only close his eyes in fear.

"Since they want to see Merlin, then I will give them a ride!"

The hoarse voice reached Quirrell's ears, and the strong murderous aura almost made his soul feel cold.

Mochir clearly saw this scene on the computer screen. The murderous aura seemed to cross the screen. Even from such a long distance, it still made people tremble.

But Moqil was not afraid. No matter how powerful the mysterious man was, could he still come along the network cable and beat him?

With a slight smile, Mochir looked at the screen on the other side. The Patron Saint was already coming here with the Aurors and Strikers.

"So, Mr. Dark Lord, do you have the confidence to deal with these people now?"

……

Wizards who could become Aurors or Strikers were at least top-notch in Black Cube defense. Naturally, they all recognized what the Albatross Gull was.

"Whose patronus is this, and where is it taking us?"

An Auror asked a very philosophical question on the communication channel while running.

Mr Fonseca responded quickly: "Confidential."

This is not because Mr. Fonseca wants to be embarrassed. In fact, at this critical moment, even in normal times, he looks serious.

The reason why he said "confidential" was that he really felt that the owner of the patron saint was an undercover intelligence agent working with the dark wizard, and the confidentiality level was still higher than his.

How else to explain the secret letter and this patron saint.

As expected of our comrades!

He must be somewhere nearby watching us now, watching the triumph of good over evil.

If Mochier knew, he would definitely thank this hitter with a strong brainstorming ability. I haven't said anything yet, you just thought it all for me.

But Mochir also noticed something was wrong.

It was too peaceful. The Dark Lord standing there was too peaceful!

When he felt a group of strikers and Aurors coming towards him, shouldn't he avoid the edge for a while? Why wait there? What is he waiting for?

You can't be waiting to die, right?