MTL - Study Days at Hogwarts-Chapter 1218 spread

  Chapter 1218 Spread

  In the past few days, colleagues in the Ministry have been talking about the allocation of rooms in the shelter, and Truman can always smell a sour lemon.

  After the senior officials of the Ministry of Magic moved into Shelter No. 1 collectively, there was a big discussion in the entire magic world, and many people who were not allocated a house were complaining about it. They believed that the safehouse should be reserved for employees who were easy to be targeted by You-Know-Who and Death Eaters, not for the higher-ups of the Ministry of Magic.

  Of course, there are also many employees discussing when the No. 2 shelter will be completed.

  Hearing two colleagues complaining about injustice, Truman didn't answer the words, but just smiled. He knew very well that he basically didn't have a share in the allocation of a house in the shelter.

   Who made him a Muggle wizard?

  During the period of working in the Ministry of Magic, Truman can be considered to have figured out all the doors. It can be said that there is discrimination everywhere in the Ministry, especially unfriendly to Muggle wizards. It is basically difficult to get promoted and raise salary if no one protects them.

   After saying goodbye to his colleagues with a smile on his face, Truman left the Ministry of Magic in whispers.

  He has no intention of breaking up with these boring guys, anyway, he won't be staying in the Ministry of Magic for long, so why waste time on these people?

not worth it.

  Bought French fries and fried fish at a nearby Muggle fast food restaurant, and after a hasty meal, Truman returned to the house he rented.

  The location of the new home is a bit remote, and the house is also very dilapidated, but Truman never regrets moving out of the house to live by himself. He must avoid accidentally involving his family one day.

  Death Eaters can do this kind of thing.

  Don't talk about Muggles, even ordinary wizarding families, they will kill them casually.

Truman hoped to be able to share a house in the shelter, but obviously such a good thing is basically out of his reach. Fortunately, he still has a good friend who is reliable. When the house over there is built, he will move there Living here can be regarded as having a new home of one's own, and changing jobs at that time will make life easier in the magic world in the future.

Turning on the TV, listening to the news on the TV, Truman made himself a bag of black tea, while listening to the news on the TV, while leisurely flipping through the latest "Daily Prophet", the latest news in the newspaper caught Truman's attention: Someone is missing up.

  In the era of mysterious people, it is not a big deal for someone to disappear.

  But for some reason, Truman always felt uneasy, feeling that he might have seen the photo of the missing man in the newspaper somewhere.

   A very famous person.

   If Albert is here, he must know each other.

   Wait, Albert!

   Truman remembered where he had met each other, at Albert's wedding.

this…

  A feeling of getting worse came to my heart.

   At this moment, the sight glass on the desk, which was used to provide warning, suddenly spun on the table, and an alarm whistle sounded.

problem occurs.

   Truman almost jumped up from the sofa, feeling more uneasy, and hurriedly took out his wand and pointed at the door.

   "No, calm down, calm down, in this situation, I should..."

  Truman took a deep breath, trying to recall what Albert taught, trying to find a way to deal with it.

  However, the more rapid footsteps disturbed Truman's thoughts, making his hand that was holding the wand tremble a little.

   After a while, the door was knocked open from the outside, and a group of strange guys broke in violently. They held up their wands and looked around, looking at the empty room and couldn't help being furious.

"Ran?"

  The wizard headed by him was rather annoyed. He raised his wand and blew up the table and the looking glass into powder, and the room fell completely silent.

   "Chase, that guy should have just left."

   A group of people ran out again with a huff.

  Seeing the group of people leaving in a hurry, Truman couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. However, he didn't crawl out from under the bed, because the detection pocket watch in his pocket was still a little hot, and everything proved that the enemy hadn't gone far.

  This is most likely a trap.

   Sure enough, after more than ten seconds, they huffed and rushed inside again. It was obvious that they left just now to lure him out, but they obviously failed.

   "The Mudblood escaped?"

   "Probably not. Don't forget that apparition is prohibited around, and there are people watching outside all the time, and he never left."

  The person who spoke looked around keenly, and said with a sneer, "I should be hiding, and probably used the Disillusionment Charm. That guy is probably still in this room. It's probably because there are too many of us, so we dare not come out and attack."

"you sure?"

  Although they also joined as Voldemort's minions, they were actually trying to fish in troubled waters to gain some benefits for themselves.

   As long as you catch the **** Mudblood, everyone here can get at least ten Galleons as a bounty.

   It's no wonder they would rummage through boxes and cabinets, eager to find out the guy who was hiding.

   No, no one at all.

   This group of people searched every inch of the room, but they couldn't find the target.

   "What's under the bed?" Someone asked.

  Everyone exchanged glances, raised their wands and pointed at the bottom of the bed.

   "Are you coming out by yourself, or are we going to get you out." This group of people seemed to have made up their minds that they were under the bed.

  Damn it!

   Truman realized he had been planted.

  After using the illusion spell on himself, he hid directly under the house. He knew very well that if the guy who came to arrest him was more vigilant, he would definitely search the entire room.

   Even if you use the illusion spell on yourself, it doesn't mean that your body disappears.

   He gritted his teeth, reached into his pocket, and prepared to use the Felicity Elixir provided by Albert, hoping to use the Felicity Elixir to help him overcome the current difficulties.

  However, it was too late, several stun spells hit Truman under the bed, making him completely incapable of resisting.

   "Look, we finally found the little mouse that was hiding."

  The leader grabbed Truman by the hair and pulled him out from under the bed, "If you had voluntarily cooperated just now, you would have suffered less. It is a pity that you have wasted a lot of our time, so... Cruciatus."

   Truman snorted softly, enduring the pain of the Cruciatus Curse.

   "Okay, stop playing, we're still waiting for us over there, hurry up and send people there to exchange Galleons!" Someone reminded.

  They were worried that there would be an accident during the period, and it was most practical to replace this guy with Garen as soon as possible.

   Just as they left the room, someone suddenly fell down without warning, and then the corridor was shrouded in a cloud of black smoke.

   "Damn, it's a trap."

  The man in charge was about to poke his wand into Truman's neck, and what made them most angry was that they fell into a trap they had set, and the apartment was temporarily unable to Apparate.

"Well, the Ministry of Magic is really ruthless. This plan is to exchange my life for yours." Truman sighed softly. He thought Albert should come to save him, but now he fell into the hands of the other party. Find a way to avoid becoming a burden.

   Just after everyone was stunned for a short time, they heard a sharp cry, and then the black wizards fell to the ground one after another.

   After a while, the crying stopped.

  Fred and George are wearing earmuffs, retrieving the Mandrake roots they use as weapons.

   "Look, I just said this thing works, it's hard to guard against."

  George stuffed the flowerpot back into the box, **** the black wizards who had passed out one by one with ropes, and did not forget to erase their memories just now.

  Ebert doesn't want too many people to know that they use the Mandela grass roots as weapons, lest other people follow and learn to deal with them in reverse.

  After collecting his wand and tying up the group of unlucky bastards, Fred suddenly asked, "Do you think other people will also be targeted?"

   "I don't know, are you worried about Angelina?" George asked with a smile.

   "I regret pulling her into the Defense Association."

   "Is it over? There are only three below, and we have already dealt with them." Cedric was appearing outside the corridor with a few unlucky ones stunned by them.

   "Where's Lee Jordan?" Fred asked.

   "Here it is."

   Lee Jordan, who was in an invisible state, stretched out his hand and patted Fred on the shoulder.

   "Is he all right?"

   Cedric was a little worried about Truman's situation.

   "Don't worry, the crying of immature Mandrake roots is not fatal, at most it will sleep for a few hours." George comforted, "We should remind the Ministry of Magic now and let them come to receive these people."

   "I'm more worried now about whether other people will be affected."

  The four were silent.

  They couldn't be sure how much information those madmen had dug out of the old man's brain.

  Once the mysterious person goes completely insane and plans to attack those who attended Albert's wedding, no matter whether they join the Defense Association or not, they will be in bad luck.

  (end of this chapter)