A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 627: Tracking tasks

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

There was no sound behind him. Ron swallowed, he turned his head, but the wand on his waist poked him hard, and he didn't dare to move immediately.

He murmured: "I said——you may not be aware of a problem, if I die, you will never be able to escape. I am a full member of the Anti-Dark Arts Association, and I am the favorite student of Dumbledore and Professor Haip. Do you know the famous Harry Potter? He and I are best brothers..."

There was a malicious chuckle behind him.

"Of course I know who you are." A voice said in a squeaky voice, and Ron felt relieved, and then he felt a burning pain in the back of his right hand. Ri's hands froze.

"Come with me!"

Ron was dragged to one side, and Tonks' clumsy figure disappeared from the corner of his eye. He dimmed his eyes and found that they had come to a narrow alley with little light. He was roughly pushed against the wall.

"Ron Weasley?"

"That's right," said Ron, his voice calm.

"Oh, you're unlucky to see something you shouldn't—" said the voice frivolously.

Ron suddenly felt confident.

"Well, I don't think so."

"Be honest! You—"

Suddenly, a distorted magic power appeared on the surface of Ron's body, and the wand behind him was forced to push away. There were hunting sounds in the alley.

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

"Looks like a mess, Collins." His tone is full of gloating.

"Think you're cool?" Collins said angrily, "Get me out soon!" Her face was deformed by Ron's magic, and her voice was hushed at this time.

Ron suppressed a smile and put away his magic.

"The Iron Armor Curse?" Collins asked, leaning on the wall to straighten her body and rubbing her face vigorously.

"Ha, the first silent spell I have mastered, you are very lucky."

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

Collins walked out of the alley angrily.

"Hey, don't go, what's going on?" Ron asked after him, "I saw Tonks...

That person is her, I judged from the action. "

"It's her," Collins gave an affirmative 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 temperature has dropped drastically in the past two days, but that old lady is running around...I really doubt that she did it on purpose."

They walked towards the three broomsticks.

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

"Carotta Pinkstone," Collins said, "she just came out of Azkaban recently, and Tonks and I are keeping an eye on her."

"Is that person a criminal?" Ron asked in surprise, "She won't be Yiyi"

"No, not like you think. She has nothing to do with the recent dark wizard trials." Collins explained, and they took a window seat in the Three Broomsticks as Madam Rosmerta walked towards them Come here,

"What would you like, dear? Oh, Mr. Weasley?"

"Well," said Ron slowly in a low voice, "I need a hot whiskey, and give the lady a—"

"Are you of age?" Collins looked at him suspiciously.

Ron coughed violently, his face flushed, and he gave her a vicious look, "It's only been less than five months, if you insist on getting to the bottom of it!" Exudes a charming and moving temperament. "A hot whiskey, all right," she said calmly, "and you, pretty lady?

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

"She can't drink, she's performing a hiss!" Ron inhaled with a painful expression, he pulled back his trampled toe, and said to Mrs. Rosmerta angrily, "Please, get her a drink." Something like soda."

"I recommend Sydney juice soda." The bar owner said.

"That's it." Seeing that Collins had no objection, Ron decided. When Mrs. Rosmerta left, he couldn't help asking in a low voice: "That Carol—"

"Carlotta!"

"Well, Carlotta," Ron shrugged, "what crime did she commit? Why did you two keep her eyes on her?

Frankly speaking, I don't think Tonks is suitable for close-range stalking unless "

"Unless we don't want to hide it at all." Collins showed approval.

Ron stared. He was about to say that unless the person who gave the order was out of his mind, he wouldn't admit it to Collins unless he was out of his mind too. So he echoed, "Yeah, that's right, that's what I thought. Be specific!"

"She's an activist"

Collins said slowly in the warm bar that exudes faint fragrance, time passes by little by little,

The glasses in front of both of them were empty, Collins stood up and put on his scarf, "I'm going to replace Tonks. Oh, by the way, if you see Cedric, say hello for me, I saw him with his little girlfriend before."

"Can't you say it yourself?" Ron muttered dissatisfiedly.

"The mission is here." Collins smiled, covering his face, only showing a pair of eyes, "Well,

I have to say, your reaction today is impressive and I look forward to having you as my new colleague. "

"Got it, got it." Ron's ears were a little red, and he said slowly, showing what he thought was a noble and deep demeanor.

As dusk approached, little wizards from Hogwarts came out from all directions and started their way back to school. The door of the Three Broomsticks was pushed open, and a woman in a dark green double-breasted trench coat came in. She was not young, but people could still see the beauty and elegance of her youth from her face .

Madame Rosmerta greeted her.

"Guest, please come in, what do you want?"

The woman was not in a hurry to answer, she took off the hard peaked hat, revealing the short gray hair under the hat, and looked around,

Then said: "Please prepare me a remote room. I plan to stay tonight."

"Yes, ma'am." Mrs. Rosmerta replied, "Any more?"

"I may host someone tonight, so don't bother me, I don't need any services except accommodation. Understand?"

"Oh, well, okay," Mrs. Rosmerta said hesitantly, "According to the regulations of the Ministry of Magic, the accommodation needs to register the name..."

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

It was late at night, and the stars were twinkling outside the window. The woman sat on a chair in the room and waited patiently.

She's been doing this for a while now, her hands clasped together, her eyes sparkling with memory.

Did the Hogwarts girl deliver the letter? Will he make an appointment? Why didn't they contact them after getting out of trouble? Is he disheartened, thinking that after that incident, no one will recognize his unshakable dominance...

"Knock knock!"

The woman stood up excitedly ~IndoMTL.com~ Fortunately, she did not lose her mind, "Is that you?" She asked in a trembling voice.

No response from outside.

Her heart sank suddenly, she quickly pulled out her wand and pointed at the door. "Who is outside?" the woman shouted, this time her voice was full of indifference and chill.

"Felix Hype," said the young voice outside the door, "some lady who calls herself Nicole Knoll' is taking the liberty of visiting, can we go downstairs and talk?" With the voice, The surrounding air seemed to be solidifying, forming an inseparable whole.

The woman raised her wand decisively, a flash of fire shot out, and then she tried to apparate.

"Boom!"

The door was torn apart, and the flames blasted a big hole in the wall. The figure of the woman disappeared at the last second, but she was quickly thrown out, surrounded by a wasteland, the black stone shadows were silent, the trees were rustling, and the chill of the night was transmitted to the woman through the bitingly cold ground. She shivered and got up from the ground.

Nicole Noel saw a light out of the corner of his eye, which was the village of Hogsmeade.

She breathed out the coldness frozen in her chest, and roughly judged her location—the outskirts of Hogsmeade. Then she focused on the man who appeared quietly in front of her. The moonlight shone on his too young face, outlining his handsome facial features.

"Felix Hemp?"

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