London, frael village.
"Click."
Biting the bone and stick in his hand, the black wizard modal wolfed down his dinner.
This is the seventh day of his escape from Azkaban. The Aurors of the Ministry of Magic have been active recently. Before that, he has escaped at least three waves of inspections.
Even in such a small place in the countryside, modal did not take it lightly. He always held the cherry wood wand, which was very difficult. He robbed it from an unlucky man on the black market.
It was with this wand that he was able to protect himself.
From this point of view, he is quite lucky.
"Woo woo!"
He was gnawing at a bone when suddenly the sharp siren sounded.
So frightened that modal stopped quickly.
He hid behind the firewood pile and looked out warily, but he saw several Aurors of the Ministry of magic riding brooms flying in the sky.
"It''s annoying."
Modal gave a dark scold and shrank behind the firewood.
He didn''t understand why these Aurors were like crazy, chasing prisoners like them all the time?
Soren, who is clearly "death blooming", is the biggest enemy of the Ministry of magic!
"Oh, or I''ll go to Paradise Street."
When he was in prison, he knew through various channels that there was a new organization outside, called "death bloom".
Soren, the master of "death bloom", is a ruthless man who set fire to the Ministry of magic alone. His power has developed rapidly, and there is almost a trend against the Ministry of magic in Europe.
But he did not like being controlled by others. He liked freedom.
Therefore, he did not go to "death bloom" like most fugitives, but wanted to try to escape abroad and start a new life.
But now it seems that the most correct way is to recognize the boss and hold a thigh.
Those patrol Aurors come and go quickly.
After a while, he flew over the small village.
Modal''s heart relaxed and a sneer hung from the corners of his mouth.
Thank you, Cornell Fudge.
If the old fool hadn''t made great achievements and wanted to show his achievements to the outside world, he wouldn''t have escaped so easily - the newly equipped "siren" was just a reminder.
"It''s time to go."
Although he escaped the search again, modal felt that the small village was no longer safe.
Without alerting anyone, he quietly left the village, but unexpectedly, he collided with two people in gray robes!
"Shit!"
Where do so many wizards come from in such a remote village?
Looking at the two people who were obviously different from Muggles, modal scolded secretly in his heart.
"Hey, brother, hello."
However, the two grey robed people didn''t seem to be Auror of the Ministry of magic. They were obviously not like a good modale. They were not nervous, but exuded a "smell of the same kind".
"Who are you?"
The cherry wand was tightly held in the palm of his hand, and modal did not put down his guard.
It is strange enough to appear in such a small village at night.
"Us? We''re the security team on Paradise Street."
One of the grey robed men smiled.
The other man in the gray robe shot a spell from his sleeve cleanly and without any hesitation.
"What..."
Modal was still careless.
Fugitives, any slightest disturbance should be taken seriously.
He did not expect that the two men who looked similar to himself and even had a heavier evil smell than himself would not hesitate to fight the killer.
Paradise Street?
Isn''t that the territory of "death bloom".
Why does "death bloom" help the Ministry of magic!
Modal didn''t think about these problems until he died
"Third."
The death of modal made the two grey robed people very happy. They seemed to have done the most trivial thing and drew a big fork on one of the wanted notices.
This is all merit!
With solid achievements, they will certainly rise again within the organization in the future.
"Let''s go and try to find another one before tomorrow."
They smiled and walked away.
Don''t think there is no competition within the sheriff. Rather, the competition within the sheriff is more intense than that of the Ministry of magic.
They are all people who are not content with the status quo. Now they have a chance to show themselves. Can they not show their faces and brush their sense of existence in front of Lord Sauron?
Such things happen all over Britain.
The Ministry of magic is bright and the security team is dark.
The efficiency of arresting prisoners is almost the highest in history.
However, in a week, one third of those fugitives were arrested, which was unimaginable before!
People realized the power of "death bloom" for the first time
Ordinary wizards have greatly changed their impression of this organization that can compete with the Ministry of magic.
Avery was right.
The "death bloom" rating of the Azkaban prison riot did not decline, but soared all the way. Sales of goods in Paradise Street also reached a new high.
Avery and Karak couldn''t close their mouths.
The Lord is still thoughtful.
Turning crisis into opportunity is by no means an ordinary person''s vision!
Everyone is very happy, including those Aurors who dislike everything and feel so happy that they take off.
Except for one person
That''s the Minister of magic, cornelli Fudge.
"There is such a strong army hidden under my eyes, Soren, what do you want to do!"
Three hundred people who maintain street law and order.
It doesn''t sound like anything. I even taste it carefully. It seems a little low.
But cornelli During this week, Fudge witnessed what strength he thought people who were low broke out.
It''s horrible.
Let alone search for some fugitives.
Armed a little, these people can come to their ministry of magic to block the door.
You know, the aurora of "Aurora office" and "mystery Department" add up to less than 300!
An invisible threat hung over his head, and cornelli only felt a lasso around his neck.
And the end of the Lasso is in Sauron''s hand.
"No, it can''t go on like this."
Cornelli Fudge felt that if he didn''t do anything, the Ministry of magic would be completely over.
After disappearing for more than a year, everyone seems to have forgotten Sauron''s crimes. But he didn''t. as the Minister of magic, he remembered everything clearly.
Business alliance? Security personnel? Law abiding people?
If Soren had no ambition, he would eat the table in front of him!
"Can we put the so-called security guards and prisoners in prison after the matter is over..."
A fine light flashed in old Fudge''s eyes.
He began to calculate.
If we take some of Sauron''s men and horses with the momentum of lightning, what is the odds of winning the war between the Ministry of magic and "death bloom".