Ta-ta-ta.

The wooden legs tapped on the floor tiles, making a soft but not heavy sound.

Moody took the lead and walked in front, with a hint of excitement on his face. If there weren't a few hitters behind him, he would have wanted to put on his invisibility cloak and go catch - well, to block Professor William.

There are always some unsatisfactory things about working for the Ministry of Magic, such as the Death Eaters who escaped trial, the professors who could only be invited but could not be captured, and the group of idiots behind them.

However, even if they are idiots, they can be considered idiots who can be saved - not all strikers are useless. The seven behind them still need education. With a little training, they can be used as two Aurors.

"Mr. Moody, how did you find out that Professor William was hiding here?"

The idiot in Mad-Eye's eyes called for the others to follow him, and carefully asked for advice - while their group was still investigating, the Auror had already locked onto the target, which was really a bit too unmagical.

"Paper - I investigated the place where paper is purchased in large quantities here, and found that the recent shipments of parchment paper have been normal, while over there in the Muggle community, someone purchased a large amount of paper during the holidays."

Moody introduced his findings with a little pride. Although his investigation was somewhat tricky, the method he found was a good method.

"Before coming here, I briefly investigated Professor William's information. He liked to assign a large number of test papers to students at Hogwarts. Considering the workload, he should have prepared a lot of papers for the holidays.

It will be used at the beginning of school, and this process will definitely consume a lot of paper."

"When I investigated later, I found that my guess was slightly incorrect. However, Professor William actually ran a cram school for Muggle children in a place like this - the large amount of paper purchased directly exposed that place.

.”

Moody walked slowly and said, "The scene here is so scary. Who would prepare a large amount of paper? Only a guy like him who doesn't care about the local situation would buy it without taking it seriously.

Piles of paper for teaching.”

"Okay, we are almost here. Prepare the anti-Apparition spell, then knock on the door of our Professor William who is good at hiding, and send us our invitation letter."

He liked such provocative behavior - especially towards Professor William.

Although he admitted that the professor did deserve the Order of Merlin and that the other person's teaching achievements were much more valuable than a large sum of money donated by purebloods, this did not mean that he would not be unhappy.

He worked hard for the Ministry of Magic for half his life and captured nearly half of the dark wizards deep in Azkaban. In the end, he never even saw a third-class medal because of the protests of a bunch of purebloods - respect and look at the professor's displeasure.

There is no conflict between the two things, especially when it comes to Moody.

So it was a good thing to scare the professor, especially if he planned to accept Albus's invitation to be a professor for a year.

One of his important tasks when he went to Hogwarts to teach was to examine whether the students who were about to graduate were really that good, so as to avoid the embarrassing incident of choosing a bunch of losers for the Auror reserves - to be honest, if this happened

If the professor doesn't show up, he may have to shoulder the task of cultivating new talents for Aurors. The self-defense magic at Hogwarts was really poor some time ago.

'The next step is to see the standard of this future colleague!'

He grinned his incomplete mouth and smiled very happily.

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"It's almost eight hours."

William sat on the bed in the inn, counting the time.

He had sent a letter to Dumbledore by owl and inquired about the portkey.

Now it’s time to see who those guys who are besieging the market are.

If the last mark he arranged is not triggered within a week, then the other party will go to the market to crack down. During this period of time, the black market business is booming, and the other party will get jealous and go there to make money.

If within a week, it turned out that the local thugs began to doubt his identity, and then began to investigate and discovered his abandoned laboratory.

If it is triggered in about three days, it proves that the local Auror-like agency has discovered something is wrong with him and is preparing to crack down hard.

If it happens within three days, it proves that he has been targeted for a long time, and the other party is preparing to close the network - but if it moves so slowly, it must be an official agency.

But if it were within today, all he had to do was to run away quickly, drink the prepared polyjuice potion, and escape for his life - how could the official efficiency be so efficient? It was definitely the Dark Lord who was looking for him to escape.

Kill the game!

"It's getting dark soon, I hope tonight -"

"Click..."

A crisp sound came from the small mirror in front of William. William turned his face and swept the wand directly across the room. After removing all the active substances that might have fallen, he picked up the box and didn't even do the check-out.

Apparition disappeared in place.

——

"Click..."

"Protect them all!"

Moody shouted a spell loudly, and a silver-white barrier protected him and a group of strikers. Then, the light of the armor spell lit up one after another, appearing layer by layer behind the protection.

However, the expected attack did not come, causing everyone who was ready to jump to dodge to stand in a stalemate.

Once they fly to dodge, the incoming magic will be inevitable, so they will never roll around.

"With the Muggle Exorcism Charm in place, we have crossed the line!"

The leader of the striker team cursed angrily - this kind of trap to prevent strikers has not been encountered for a long time since he stopped doing such low-level work. It is a product of pure disgusting people.

Because of the weak Muggle Expelling Curse, the person who can trigger it must be a wizard, and as long as the wizard is not careful, he will trigger the trap inside and sound the alarm.

'Damn it, is this a professor?'

'Nobody on the black market is this slippery!'

"The other party is still within a range of no more than 20 kilometers. This kind of trap can only sound an alarm at such a close distance!"

"Anti-Apparition, hurry up, hurry up, maybe the other party hasn't left!"

He didn't even take a breath, and directly issued orders to his team members. At this moment, Mad-Eye had no intention of commanding these guys. He directly tore down the wall with a magic spell and rushed in with the iron armor curse.

Within the garage.

'It's too late! It's been dealt with cleanly!'

This thought came to his mind when he saw the things in the room that would make a mouse cry.

However, he did not hesitate to summon a ball of water, and after adding a little bit of potion material into it, he began to use his wand to direct the water ball, which was half a man tall, to lick it from corner to corner from the ground.

stand up.

Half a quarter of an hour later, even the tiniest gaps were cleaned.

The water mass became extremely dark. He added two drops of magic potion into it without changing his expression, and patiently waited for the change.

However, what he wanted did not appear, and nothing happened in the dark water mass - if those two drops of polyjuice potion with an improved formula met the active substance, it would roll up, even if it was only a hair.

There will also be strong reactions without mercy.

"Not only did he escape... he even had time to destroy some things that could assist in the pursuit..."

He couldn't help but laugh, which made his face even more ferocious.

"Mr. Moody?"

The batter asked in a low voice, he was a little frustrated - so many people missed it, this was really a huge blow.

"A very interesting opponent...very interesting."

He nodded, then stepped on the floor and left the torn apart house.

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"Apparated three times. This is the farthest place in my memory - and then it's time to run away on a broomstick..."

Without a deep understanding of the destination, disembodiment may even cause the body to be unable to recover. Fortunately, William was prepared in advance and firmly remembered the nearby road signs.

Next, he will ride on a broomstick to escape the Dark Lord - it's even a bit exciting to think about it.

"Escape for your life..."

"The food reserves are abundant, and the owl has the only magic that can locate me. It will take about three days for Dumbledore to receive the letter - which means that I will have to run for at least five days to hold on until support arrives."

"It's a bit difficult - hiding in a crowd is a way of being exposed, and running to a remote place is another way of being exposed..."

"How did the other party locate me?"

"If there is no initial positioning, you want to find me...but now..."

Escape is far more difficult than chasing, at least in the magical society. Once you pass through a certain place, you will definitely leave unique traces in various ways, even a broomstick is no exception.

Compared to the methods of covering up traces, the magic of chasing is not much.

It's not William's boast. If he was asked to find traces left by someone, not even Professor McGonagall would think of escaping without leaving any traces. Only Dumbledore, a living legend, could escape before he knew it.

Hide in the seeking skill.

But even Dumbledore, William's Marauder's Map locked in the cabinet can still locate Hogwarts - William feels that he is not as good as Dumbledore, and does not think that the Dark Lord's tracking skills are better than his.

Not even close.

"Back then, I was hiding from the Striker, now I'm hiding from the Dark Lord - as my opponent gets stronger, does my opponent also level up?"
Chapter completed!