"Antonin? Dolohov, Bellatrix? Lestrange, Rodolphus? Lestrange, "Mr. Harris said calmly.
With his current strength and the Auror bodyguards he had with him, these people were nothing more than clowns.
"Penello is waiting for you at the Scream Shed. She brought a few Muggle prisoners she caught in America and wants to hand them over to you." A mischievous smile appeared on Mr. Harris's face. "Recently, Penello has been going abroad to Albania to catch fugitives from the World Cup. This time, Aura's crackdown on these fugitives is particularly strong after the reform, and many criminals have to flee the country. The Albanian forest, an unmanaged place full of darkness and chaos, has become the first choice of these fugitives. You should properly say goodbye to the girl later. "
Allen understood tacitly. People without a sensory imprint could not enter the tower, so Penello could only find a place to wait for him to receive it.
"Albania? Father, I remember the Ministry of Magic has a witch named Bertha Jorkin. Jorkins' witch. How's she doing? "
"She is a very ordinary Ministry of Magic employee. Why are you asking about her?" Mr. Harris did not understand why Allen would pay attention to such an ordinary employee.
"Recently, when I was investigating little Crouch, I found that when he tortured Moody, he mentioned that Mr. Crouch used a powerful forgetting spell on Bertha." Allen replied half-truthfully.
"She recently returned from a vacation in Albania. No wonder she is getting more and more forgetful. I will send someone to secretly protect Bertha. She can also be used as evidence to increase Crouch's crime. "Mr. Harris was interested.
After saying goodbye to Mr. Harris, Allen did not immediately rush to the Scream Shed. Since he knew that Penello was about to go to Albania, even if he knew that Lord Voldemort should be in England at this time, Allen, who was still worried, decided to first go to the Sensory Room on the top floor to check on Lord Voldemort's movements and determine his location.
Silver light flashed. Allen knew a lot about Lord Voldemort, so he easily searched for Lord Voldemort's movements.
The first thing he saw was an extremely luxurious restaurant. Its decoration style was very British classical art. The walls were covered with paintings decorated with Baroque frames. The white reliefs on the walls and the exquisite ceiling all indicated that this must be a luxurious English manor.
Although the large, maroon dining table was a little old, the cups and plates had exquisite patterns. On the plates were leftover barbecued meat and Yorkshire pudding.
All of this indicated that Lord Voldemort was in England at this time.
A tall man with glossy hair and a face full of pockmarks sat on the chair with a bored expression.
There was also a fierce-looking man with a ferocious face. His expression was gloomy and slightly cruel, which did not match the silver silk robe he was wearing.
There were also some Death Eaters around. Before Allen could check them one by one, a cold voice sounded, "Shut up and let me out. Someone is spying on us."
Unbridled and crazy laughter echoed in the room. "There's actually a reckless person who dares to spy on my great master!"
"There's nothing here?" The greasy-haired man raised his head and looked around hesitantly.
A crisp sound rang out as the man's neck was whipped by a shiny black whip. With another muffled sound, the man was thrown out by her and crashed into the wall in the distance. Then, she rushed over and leaned over to yell at the man, "Shut up, you idiot. Don't let me hear you questioning my master again. "
A tall woman with a wide chin and thick eyelids came forward and hugged a bag on the wide armchair in the middle. Because she had not seen the sun for a long time, her skin showed an unhealthy pale.
Although the long prison life made this person look very haggard, one could still vaguely see the beauty of her youth.
"Yes, master, I will help you fulfill all your wishes." She said in an exceptionally soft voice.
She pulled the bag on the ground and revealed the thing inside. It was a sticky and ugly thing with no eyes. No, it was more terrible than that, a hundred times more terrible.
The thing she held looked like a curled up baby, but it had no hair. Its body seemed to have scales, and its skin was dark and red, like tender flesh that was injured.
Its arms and legs were thin and limp, and its face -- no child alive had such a face -- was a flat serpent's face, with glowing red eyes.
It raised its thin arms and wrapped them around the woman's neck.
Suddenly, Allen and the slender eyes that emitted an evil red light met each other's eyes.
Allen calmly continued to observe the environment. Lord Voldemort could only detect and spy, but he could not know who it was. At least, he could not do it now.
After realizing that he could not gather any more information, Allen took the initiative to withdraw from the spell. The light screen flashed, and all the silver light disappeared. The scouting room returned to normal.
Allen pondered for a long time. Even in this state, he could acutely sense his scouting. As expected, he would be at a disadvantage against the resurrected Lord Voldemort. His chances of winning were not high.
After leaving the scouting room, Allen told Mr. Harris what he had learned and then went to the Screaming Shack.
Before he entered, he heard a man's painful groan coming from the Screaming Shack. The almost inhuman screams of pain were accompanying Penello's unbridled laughter.
Allen quickly flashed in and saw Penello torturing a criminal with the Heart-Drilling Curse. He was laughing maniacally as he cast the curse.
She sensed Allen's footsteps and turned around vigilantly. When she saw Allen, her eyes flickered. She guiltily put down the wand that was pointed at the criminals and hid it behind her back.
Allen sized up the three criminals in the room. Obviously, the criminal who was being tortured by Penello with the Heart-Drilling Curse had gone crazy. One of the criminals curled up in the corner had a dull, lifeless look in his eyes. The other one looked at all this with a horrified expression. He was obviously shocked.
"Allen, you're doing a Soul Catcher experiment. You need to observe the process and consequences of being kissed by a Soul Catcher in different states. I just want to help you prepare in advance," Penello explained hesitantly.
"Geoffrey? Lionel? Darmo. He will kidnap the prey he is interested in, then kill, rape, and finally eat them. He will chisel open the victim's skull and pour mercury. After torturing the corpse, he will dismember it and eat it. The genitals and other favorite foods will be refrigerated. The rest will be disposed of in a sulfuric acid pool. I found a lot of human heads and body parts in his house. There are also slices of human flesh. "Penello pointed at the man who had gone crazy because of the Heart-Drilling Curse.
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