"Henry? Mr. Jones, you have to know that it's not easy to get those guys from the Division of Mystical Biology of the Ministry of Magic to leave! "
Among the three masked wizards who had just entered, the one in the lead took off his mask.
It was a tall male wizard with a black wand in his hand.
Even though the light in the room was very dim, Allen could still see the row of shiny upper teeth that were exposed.
Because his mouth was open like a vicious dog, ready to pounce on its prey at any time.
Allen took advantage of the fact that their attention was on the three wizards who came in and quietly walked to the side of Leonard who had fallen on the ground.
Allen summoned the bowtruckle from the pet space. This little thing was not eye-catching, but it had flexible lockpicking skills.
This bowtruckle had been domesticated in Allen's pet space and was extremely intelligent. In the space, after receiving Allen's instructions, it blinked its two small brown eyes and appeared on Leonard's body.
Then, it nimbly and quietly crawled to the chains that bound Leonard's hands.
In fact, "Disintegrate" was a very good spell, but the movement was too loud and could not achieve the unexpected effect.
Leonard might have collapsed on the ground in a dispirited manner, but his eyes were still fixed on the third adept that had entered – a short and stout male adept.
Soon, Allen understood the reason.
"We spent a lot of effort on the goods this time. Ever since you broke out of prison last time, the Magic Congress has increased the security. Therefore, we need to increase the commission this time by 10%! "Tiberly tried to bargain with Henry.
"You're too greedy, Tiberly! Why don't you go and ask Merlin? " The thin, dark-skinned wizard next to Henry took a step forward and stared at Tiberly fiercely.
On the other side of Henry, there was a large and fat wizard with a ferocious face. His face was covered with veins that bulged out and were purple in color. He glared at Tiberly as if he would attack if Henry was slightly dissatisfied.
The atmosphere froze for a moment. Neither side was willing to back down.
At this time, the wind began to blow again, blowing the snowflakes in front of the hut into the air. From time to time, the wind would raise its pitch, like a devil's cry. Occasionally, a gloomy whimper could be heard from the chimney.
As the night deepened, the clock struck midnight. Christmas had arrived! But the liveliness belonged to the Muggle in downtown New York. The atmosphere in this remote little house behind the cemetery was tense.
"Henry, I know you want to escape to Europe after finishing this deal in America. After all, Aura is searching for you 24/7. You are the most wanted criminal in the Congress of Magic. "Tiberly laughed.
"Weiyong, stand down." Harry stopped the skinny wizard who was about to attack. "Sure, but I want to receive the goods immediately."
Henry wanted to finish his trip in America as soon as possible. Perhaps it was because he was old and had lost the hot-bloodedness and fearlessness of his youth, but he always felt a little uneasy.
Vijon retreated angrily to Henry's side.
"As expected of Henry. Mr. Jones, you have guts! "Tiberly narrowed his eyes. He was as cunning as a fox and as fierce as a wolf. "Weiyong, since I only brought two men here, I am not afraid of you. At any time, I can let Aura surround this place. "
Weiyong's face was gloomy. The anger that was brewing in his heart was boiling.
"Weiyong, go and check the goods." Henry was not moved. His posture and expression had an indescribable calmness.
"Yes!" Weiyong rushed to the side of the box. The three black robed wizards did not stop him.
The box was opened. A thunderbird instantly soared into the sky, bringing with it countless raindrops. Then, it fell heavily into the box. Its body was chained up with iron chains and blood stains.
Weiyong walked back to Henry and nodded. He confirmed that the box was indeed the purpose of their trip – the thunderbird.
"Ah, how pitiful." Henry touched his chin with interest, but there was no pity in his voice.
"Weiyong, give the money to Tiberly." Weiyong took out a cloth bag from behind the chair that Henry was sitting on and handed it to Tiberly.
"Here!" Tiberly took it. "Ha, it's cast with the Traceless Stretch Spell! However, it's better to clear it in person! "
He flipped the bag over and the golden gallons piled up into a small mountain in front of him.
Just when everyone's eyes were filled with the golden light, a shadow suddenly jumped over and grabbed the mask of the short and fat masked wizard.
"Rocca, it's really you! So you are the traitor of the Congress! "Leonard was filled with immense anger and determination to die. He grabbed Rocca's throat.
Leonard's magic wand was broken by Weiyong when he was captured. He could only use all his strength to strangle Rocca to death.
He was so angry that he did not know how he broke free from the chains.
Rocca's face was red and sweat kept flowing down his face.
The murderers in the room were shocked. They did not understand how Leonard had escaped the shackles of the chain without a wand.
Tiberly aimed his magic wand at Leonard, wanting to use the Death Curse to get rid of him.
However, the one who was faster than him was the short masked adept behind him.
Tiberly was hit by his magic wand before he could cry out, his magic wand fell to the ground.
Tiberly's body spasmed once or twice, his body trembled violently. His hands opened and closed, his heels knocked on the floor a few times, and his head fell back on one of his shoulders. His eyes were wide open and he finally fell to the ground.
Henry, who was by the fire, jumped up in surprise.
Weiyong waved his magic wand and cast the Death Curse, wanting to hit the masked wizard.
However, the masked wizard suddenly shrunk and turned into an extremely short person. He quickly got out of the loose robe and fought with Weiyong.
His veil also fell from his face due to his violent movements.
This short wizard was actually Professor Fleevy!
Allen tried hard to control himself and did not cry out in surprise.
Although Weiyong's Death Curse did not hit Professor Fleevy, it accidentally hit Rocca, who was being grabbed by the throat by Leonard.
Rocca fell to the ground with an expression of disbelief.
"My Merlin!" Leonard loudly shouted.
"Come and help." Professor Fleevy's sharp voice sounded.
Leonard picked up the magic wand that Tiberly had dropped on the ground and fought with the large and fat wizard.
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