At dusk, a tall figure appeared on the edge of Muggle town. He turned into a fork and walked in the dim woods for more than ten minutes. There was no road in front of him, but he did not stop and went straight to a dilapidated old house.

"Knock!"

The knocks sounded rhythmically.

Accompanied by a tingling "squeak" sound, the door was carefully opened from the inside.

"who?"

A mute voice, as if soaked in a jar and was soaked in salt water for several days and nights, asked. Then, a magic wand was handed out from the darkness.

"Red Scar Leiden Seymour?" asked the young voice.

The strange visitor turned a blind eye to the wand pointing at him, looked down and checked a list, making a "tsk tsk" sound, reading the text with an interesting voice, "Leden Seymour, born in the famous witch town of Timothy, was born in 1847 and was raised by his aunt. Well, although you are a man, this does not affect your inheritance of all kinds of weird black magic, smuggling and selling black magic items, and investing all your income into the study of black magic. During the Wizard War, you chose to provide assistance to Voldemort, and it is said that you were praised by the Death Eater's senior management..."

"Is it you?"

The visitor looked up and showed a young face, his light blue eyes seemed to glow, and from time to time, one or two images of magical text flashed through his pupils.

The wand fell to the ground all of a sudden.

"You are, yes, it's Felix Hepp! You, you finally come to the door!" The black wizard named Leden Mosil was spread by the door frame, and the dim light outside hit him, revealing a terrified face.

The man in front of him was a typical black wizard outfit. He was wrapped in a black and airtight robe, and was bony. The traces of various magic tests could be seen from his naked skin. His right index finger was covered with a layer of silver powder, but if he looked closely, he found that it was wrinkled skin. A piece of red tender flesh appeared on his neck, which kept twisting and climbing up half of his face, red, and seemed to have just recovered, but the trace had been around for more than twenty years.

This is his nickname.

Felix flashed into the room, looked around, and walked cautiously on the floor. In addition to avoiding moldy and dusty debris, he did not touch any traps in the room. Finally, he picked a clean chair and sat down.

The owner of the house returned to peace, at least on the surface. Mosil held his wand and stared at Felix with deep eyes. He seemed to be different from his cowardly appearance just now. He said in a low voice: "You shouldn't have appeared here, Hep, I am not the lone wizards you drove away. I have friends, they."

"Are you talking about Bornar, Ainoline? Or Kenditch?" Felix asked.

Mosil looked at him in surprise, "What did you do to them?" The wizard was now staring around, as if looking for a way to escape.

"Well, under my persuasion, they clearly realized how unwise it would be to stay in the current situation, so they decided to go out for a while," Felix said lightly: "It took them some time to convince them, but fortunately the result was pleasant. I told them that when the news of Voldemort's death came out, they would be completely safe."

"There's a lot to wait," Mosil showed a sarcastic expression. "How long did the last war last? Ten years?"

"I can't blame me," Felix pointed his head in the direction of the document, "do as the rules."

Mosil's nose twitched abnormally, and the bright red climbed up half of his face along the scar. He growled: "You are excluding dissidents! You didn't convict me more than ten years ago. Now you are going to drive me out of England for some reason?"

"No evidence."

"What"

"The reason why you didn't catch you at that time was because you did a secret job. Mosil, the Ministry of Magic did not get real evidence, but don't pretend that you are innocent because of this. You can't deceive me or a memory master, so this job fell into my hands."

Felix pointed to his eyes calmly, and several silver dots of light flashed around his pupils, like a ring surrounding the blue planet. Mosil shrank away from his eyes. He had never seen such a terrible eye.

Felix raised the documents in his hand again.

"There are hundreds of examples like you. The Ministry of Magic is very embarrassed by you. If you let it go, maybe you will be pulled to the other side soon, but if you do something in advance, such as locking you up, it will be too mean, although uh, please forgive me, your crime is so obvious in my eyes."

"Don't read my thoughts!" Mosil growled: "Memory can never be used as evidence!" His wand lit up, and black mist wrapped around the tip of the wand, and the whole room became extremely dark.

"Are you sure you want to do it?" Felix asked softly.

The courage that Mosil gathered was as deflated as an old tire, and he leaned against the table in the corner, without looking at Felix.

"What do I need to do?" he asked in a low voice, holding his wand loosely.

"As I said before, leave here, find a place to take a vacation, travel, and get through the days... When Voldemort collapses, you can come back with confidence and boldness and continue to work on your promising illegal work. At that time, it will not be my control."

Mosil muttered in a low voice.

"Sorry, I didn't hear it clearly?" Felix asked.

"When did you do things for the Ministry of Magic? Aren't you a professor?" Mosil couldn't figure out how he could run into him.

It's Felix's turn to sigh.

"There is no way. They offered conditions that I could not refuse. In fact, they could refuse, but my morality does not allow me to owe favors. And to be honest, I do not reject this temporary job and can exercise my magical abilities by the way."

He touched the ring on his left hand, where the hourglass obtained from the Ministry of Magic were stored, and half of them were even filled with time energy.

After the Wiesengamor meeting, Ms. Bones asked him to eliminate some instability factors. "Each of them has a criminal record, but they escaped punishment for various reasons. Although they may be just a small character who cheered, they are also worthy of warning. They are already considered the wings of the mysterious man."

She also vaguely mentioned the invasion of the Mysterious Affairs Department of the Ministry of Magic.

"Whoever it is, I just hope that the man will not stand on the side of the mysterious man," she said with a headache. "The silent man gave no worries, but I think...ah, maybe this is a good thing, at least it would be too late for the mysterious man to have a similar idea."

Bones' attitude represents the attitude of the Ministry of Magic itself, which is that it is swaying. They hope to get back the energy of time, but they are worried that they will be snatched away by Voldemort before it can be heated up.

The latter can cause significantly greater harm.

...

Mosil stared at the black square table with several newspapers and two pamphlets. One was the "Wartime Survival Manual" sent by the Ministry of Magic, and the other was the "A Brief Illustrated Guide to Ancient Magical Texts" released by the Felix joint publisher a few months ago. The cover was colorful and looked like a children's book.

"Ancient Demonic Text? It's so enviable..." he said sourly.

"You bought it too?" Felix said in surprise, and saw the booklet in his eyes, and asked with interest: "How does it read?"

"Not very good," Mosil shook his head. He stretched out his hand, his face turned red. It took a lot of time to condense an ancient magic text, but the next second, the magic text symbol was broken. "I am old and not very adaptable to the new realm..."

"Can it be the reason why you are studying black magic? Others' feedback is not bad." Felix discussed calmly.

"Yes, I'll try again..."

Felix took some time to guide him. Then Mosil began to pack his luggage. Although the Ministry of Magic prohibited the abuse of the traceless stretching spell, this obviously could not restrain the dark wizard. Moreover, Mosil himself can be considered half an alchemist, and he can make similar storage items by himself.

All the furniture was abandoned, and Mosil picked out bottles and jars from every corner of the room, some of which were obviously magically used to hold things many times the size of his body. Finally, Mosil took some effort to squeeze them all into a box, gasping slightly.

"Do you want to stare at my phantom?" Mosil picked up the box and looked around nostalgically. "I have limited mana, so I can only guarantee to leave tonight."

"Oh no, I can provide some secret door keys." Felix waved his hand and a row of ragged items appeared before his eyes, boots, canned boxes, butterbeer bottles, and a piece of rotten wood.

Mosil hesitated for a moment, "Is there any recommendation? I won't be the opposite of Auror as soon as I teleported over there, right?"

Felix shook his head slightly, "There is no need for this. What you need to worry about is whether to continue to do shameful things; or to start over in a new place and honestly accept the constraints of the local Ministry of Magic."

Mosil sneered and pulled open his clothes, where there were large pieces of magic scars.

"A person like me?"

He stopped saying anything, picked a door key and held it in his hand. Wherever he went, there was no big impact on him. "So, see you ten years later, Mr. Happ?"

"It won't take that long, remember to read more newspapers."

Felix waved at him.

"You really let me go like that? Don't you need to sign a magic agreement? What if I sneak back..." Mosil seemed confused.

"Mosil," Felix said calmly, "Who do you think this is good for? Don't be stupid. If the Death Eaters appear at your door today, you have no choice, and I will never show mercy when I see you mixed in the Death Eaters' team."

When the wizard in front of him disappeared, Felix ticked the file.
Chapter completed!