Chapter 629: Tracking Mission

Ron looked shocked, and he asked nervously, "Who are you? The Death Eater? The Dark Wizard?"

There was no sound behind him. Ron swallowed his saliva, and he turned his head, but the wand pressed against his waist poked him hard, and he immediately did not dare to move.

He stuttered: "I said—you may not realize a problem. If I die, you will never be able to escape. I am the winner of the second-level Medal of Merlin—and will become a first-level immediately. I am a full member of the Anti-Dark Magic Society. I am Professor Dumbledore and Hepp's favorite student. Do the famous Harry Potter know? He and I are the best brothers..."

A malicious chuckle came from behind.

"Of course I know who you are." A voice clamped his throat.

Ron felt relieved, and then he felt the back of his right hand hurt, "Don't make small moves." The voice said, and Ron's hand that reached into his pocket froze.

"Come with me!"

Ron was pulled to the side, and the clumsy figure of Tonks disappeared from the corner of his eyes. His eyes darkened and he found them coming to a narrow alley with faint light. He was pushed roughly to the wall.

"Ron Weasley?"

"Yes," Ron said, his voice calming down.

"Oh, you're unlucky. You saw something you shouldn't have seen—" the voice said frivolously.

Ron suddenly felt confident.

"Well, I don't think so."

"Be honest! You-"

A twisted magic suddenly appeared on the surface of Ron's body. The wand behind him was forced to push away. The twisted magic powers were scattered, but they were like air-filled plastic bags that quickly expanded into a ball, and the alleys were rushing.

Ron turned around slowly with his wand (and stroked his hair in the middle), and looked at the man who was hit by a spell on the other wall, revealing half of his face.

"It looks so embarrassing, Collins." His tone was full of gloating.

"I think I'm cool?" Collins said angrily, "Why don't you let me out!" Her face was squeezed and deformed by Ron's magic, and her voice was muffled at this time.

Ron held his laughter and put away his magic.

"Human-shaped iron armor curse?" Collins asked, holding the wall straightened her body and rubbing her face hard.

"Ha, you are so lucky to be the first silent spell I have mastered."

Ron knocked his palm with his wand, and a few sparks splashed out from the tip of the wand, and a smug expression appeared on his face.

Collins walked out of the alley angrily.

"Hey, don't leave, what's going on?" Ron followed behind and asked, "I saw Tonks...that person is her, I judged it from my movements."

"It's her," Collins gave a positive answer. When the two walked out of the alley, she looked around for a while, "Forget it, let's find a place to rest for a while. The cooling has dropped significantly in the past two days, but the old lady ran around... I really suspect she did it on purpose."

They walked towards the three brooms.

"Who are you talking about?" Ron asked curiously.

"Carlotta Pinkerstone," Collins said, "She has only recently come out of Azkaban, and Tonks and I are in charge of stalking."

"That person is a criminal?" Ron asked in surprise. "She won't be-"

"No, not as you think. She has nothing to do with the recent Black Wizard Trial." Collins explained, as they picked a window seat at the three broom bar, and Mrs. Rosmerta walked towards them, "What do you want, dear? Oh, Mr. Weasley?"

"Well," Ron said slowly in a low voice, "I need a cup of heat whiskey and give it to this lady--"

"Are you an adult?" Collins looked at him suspiciously.

Ron coughed violently, his face flushed, and he glared at her viciously, "It's less than five months now, if you have to dig into the bottom line!" Mrs. Rosmerta covered her mouth and chuckled, exuding a charming and charming temperament. "A cup of heat whiskey, OK." She said calmly, "Where are you, this beautiful lady?"

"I don't need anything." Collins threw out a tough sentence.

"She can't drink, she's executing-hiss!" Ron inhaled with pain, and he pulled back his toes and said to Mrs. Rosmerta in a bad mood: "Get her a glass of soda, and so on."

"I recommend pear juice soda water." said the bar owner.

"Just that." Ron said to see Collins did not object. When Mrs. Rosmerta left, he couldn't help but lower his voice and asked, "That Carol--"

"Carlotta!"

"Well, Carlotta," Ron shrugged, "What crime did she commit? Why did you two stare at her? Frankly, I don't think Tonks is suitable for close-up tracking unless..."

"Unless we didn't want to hide it at all." Collins showed an approving look.

Ron stared at the eyes. He was about to say that unless the person who issued the order had a broken mind, he would not admit it to Collins unless his head was broken. So he echoed, "Yes, that's right, that's what I think. Tell me in detail!"

“She is an activist…”

Collins said slowly in the warm, scented bar. Time passed by little, and the cups in front of them were empty. Collins stood up and put on a scarf, "I'm leaving, go and replace Tonks. Oh, by the way, if you see Cedric, please say hello to me, I've seen him with his little girlfriend before."

"You won't say it yourself?" Ron muttered dissatisfied.

"The mission is here." Collins smiled, covering his face with only his eyes. "Well, I have to say, your reaction today is impressive, and I look forward to you becoming my new colleague."

"I know, I know." Ron's ears were a little red, and he showed his self-deprecating and deep style, and said slowly.

As dusk approached, the little wizard of Hogwarts came out from all directions and set out on the way back to school. The door of three brooms was pushed open, and a woman in a dark green double-breasted windbreaker walked in. She was no longer young, but people could still see the brightness and elegance of her youth from her face.

Mrs. Rosmerta came forward.

"This guest, please come in quickly, what do you want to order?"

The woman did not rush to answer. She took off her hard pointed hat, exposed her gray hair under the hat, looked around for a week, and then said, "Please prepare me a remote room. I'll be ready to stay tonight."

"Okay, ma'am," replied Mrs. Rosmerta, "Is there any?"

"I may receive one person tonight, so don't bother me, I don't need any service except accommodation. Do you understand?"

"Oh, uh, OK," Mrs. Rosmerta said hesitantly: "According to the Ministry of Magic, accommodation requires a name registration..."

"Of course," said the woman, "you can call me...Nicol Noel."

Time came late at night, and stars were flashing outside the window. The woman sat on the chair in the room, waiting patiently. She had been keeping this movement for a while, her hands were tucked together, and her eyes were filled with the light of memories.

Did the girl from Hogwarts send the letter? Will he go to the appointment? Why didn't he contact them after getting out of trouble? Was he disheartened and believed that no one recognized his unshakable dominance after that...

"Knock!"

The woman stood up excitedly, but fortunately she had not lost her mind yet, "Is it you?" she asked in a trembling voice.

There was no response outside.

Her heart suddenly sank, she quickly pulled out her wand and pointed at the door. "Who is outside?" the woman shouted, her voice was filled with indifference and solemnity.

"Felix Happ," said the young voice outside the door, "A lady who calls herself 'Nicol', takes the liberty to visit. Can we go downstairs to chat?" As the voices were speaking, the air around seemed to be solidifying, connecting into an inseparable whole.

The woman decisively raised her wand, and a fire light burst out, and then she tried hard to use the phantom movement.

"Bang!"

The door was split into pieces, and the fire broke out a big hole in the wall. The woman's figure disappeared in the last second, but she was quickly thrown out. There was a wasteland around her. The black stone shadows were silent, the trees rustled, and the coldness of the night was transmitted to the woman through the cold and squeaky ground. She shivered and got up from the ground.

Nicol Noel saw a light from the corner of his eye, which was the village of Hogsmeade.

She exhaled the coldness of her chest, roughly judging her location - outside Hogsmeade. Then she focused on the man who appeared silently in front of her, and the moonlight shone on his overly young face, outlining his handsome facial lines.
Chapter completed!