On the vast sea, the strong wind swept the dark clouds...
Along the coastline of the British Peninsula, in a cave on an unknown island.
The cave entrance is wide open, but under the shield of magic, no wind or rain can drift into it.
In the center of the cave is a warm and dancing bonfire, and the rain curtain outside the barrier is like an airplane opening its cabin door during a storm.
A thin layer of barrier actually makes the environment on the two sides completely different.
However, the cozy fire was also shaken by the tail wind brought by a group of uninvited guests.
Leader: "You called me from all the way, hoping to tell me good news. Bell"
Bell: "Yes, Sir Charles."
The leader is a man wearing a large black trench coat. His name is Osmet Charles. He wears a grimace mask on his face and has three lines drawn across his shoulders. He is the most powerful person here.
The subordinates who reported to him were wearing gray uniforms with only two lines on their shoulders.
As for the remaining people, they were silent around them, wearing black uniforms with only a line on their shoulders.
Clayman Bell, a man in gray uniform, keeps up with Charles.
He kept reporting the information he had discovered to his superiors.
Arriving at the deepest part of the cave, in the shadows, there was a bald and wretched old man tied up here.
Charles came to stand in front of him, turned his head slightly, and asked Bell behind him.
Charles: "That's him?"
Bell: "Yes, sir"
"Sir, what did I do wrong? Why are you arresting me..." The bald old man's face was pale, his face was covered with beads of sweat, his lips were pale, and the corners of his mouth were trembling as he spoke.
Before Charles came, the old man was extremely abused, although there were no traces on his body.
"No, no, no, you didn't do anything wrong, you just know too much. Let me ask you, why don't you suffer less? Do you understand?" Seeing that Bell was sure, Charles half-crouched in front of the old man and said to the old man with an oppressive momentum.
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The old man didn't answer and his attitude was very tough.
Also, if someone who has been underground for such a long time is not ruthless and determined, he would have been eaten up and wiped out long ago.
Charles chuckled upon seeing this.
Raising his hand, a black figure fell on the old man's head.
The old man, who had been very tough just now, suddenly broke out in cold sweat and trembled all over.
It's the body's instinctive fear, and it can't be stopped by willpower.
It turned out that the black figure was a pure black curled-winged demon with red eyes, and the curled-winged demon was lying on the back of the old man's head, its tiny nose sniffing the few hairs he had.
"Sir, why don't you just search his memory?" Bell said.
"This kind of person, if you don't break his psychological defense, he will tell you false news and let you fall into the hands of his companions."
Charles chuckled and answered for his men.
Bell was speechless. He took a few steps back and decided to remain silent and carefully observe how Chief Charles interrogated him.
After Charles answered Bell's words, he said no more. Instead, he stood up straight and closed his eyes to rest.
Under his windbreaker, the bulging scrotum suddenly squirmed and stood up, revealing from time to time a monkey head with a pustule on its head and a long, fluffy tail.
"Okay! Bell, let's see how different this old guy's news is from yours."
It turns out that Charles was just waiting for the Green Scarab to inject its venom, which is a super powerful truth serum.
Unfortunately, the side effects are severe. After interrogation, the old man will become a vegetative state. Otherwise, the truth serum will lose its market.
Charles stared into the old man's eyes and spoke in a low voice.
"Tell me, where did you transport the Norman Dragon Blood Grass?"
The old man's eyes showed no signs of dementia, and there were no traces of struggle on his body.
He said in a hoarse voice. "On the last Saturday before Halloween, there is an auction at the Pig's Head Bar in Hogsmeade..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man became silent and saliva began to flow from the corners of his mouth.
There are no traces of Occlumency being used! Charles feels this information is reliable.
He stood up and looked at Bell with questioning eyes.
Bell looked ecstatic, and he congratulated Charles repeatedly.
"That's right! This is the news I asked about! There are many rare herbs being auctioned at the herbal auction held at the Pig Head Bar."
Just when Charles wanted to ask about the details of the Pig's Head Bar.
A voice interrupted the conversation between the two.
"Albus Dumbledore's younger brother, Aberforth Dumbledore, is the owner of the Hog's Head pub."
"Don't be nervous!"
Seeing everyone staring at me with vigilant eyes.
The visitor showed his thin arm with a swastika tattoo.
As the tattoos glowed slightly, everyone's expressions softened.
"Consultant?"
Charles seemed to know something. He signaled everyone to put down their guard and confirm.
"Yes, I am your consultant for this operation."
When Bell heard this, he saw that his commander, Charles, did not say anything.
He coughed lightly and spoke to break the silence.
"Chief Advisor, can you tell me all the information you know?"
The visitor chuckled and answered in an old and hoarse voice.
"I'm not here to seize power. You can act as you please. I'm just afraid that you will be too reckless and fail to complete the task."
In Charles's organization, there is a rule that the status of an action advisor is equivalent to that of the top leader who performs tasks outside.
In other words, if Charles has five stripes, then the status of the advisor is five stripes, and if Charles only has three stripes, then the advisor is the same, but he is also one of the highest powers here.
"The Pig's Head Bar is in Hogsmeade Village, and Hogsmeade Village is next to Hogwarts. Every weekend, students go to the village to buy various things. So, you don't have a chance during the day. As far as I know
, the auction will be in the evening. At that time, I will ask the Ministry of Magic to hold a meeting on the disposition of wartime students. In the evening, the students will return to the castle, and the school professors will feel relieved to go to the meeting."
This consultant... Charles frowned, why is he so familiar?
"I heard that there are a group of ball escapers raised in Hogwarts?"
Charles spoke to test him.
"Yes, Hogwarts purchased a batch of ball escapers last year, and it is said that they have grown to a large scale in the Forbidden Forest."
The consultant chuckled, he saw Charles' temptation.
Ball Escape Birds are currently a precious strategic resource, and their blood is the main material for drawing large teleportation arrays.
If you are not an important member of Hogwarts, this news will be difficult to find out.
However, the consultant's joking laughter actually made Charles wonder whether this consultant was a hidden thread infiltrated by the British Ministry of Magic?
Seeing Charles's expression gloomy and uncertain, the consultant shook his head.
With his gray beard trembling, his hoarse voice sounded again.
"Charles, you don't trust the leader's selection of advisors at all!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Charles' expression changed.
"I will never question a leader!"
He said impassionedly.
Then what are you hesitating about? Charles's face turned red, and he understood the meaning of the consultant's joking eyes.
"Brothers, let us take back the Norman Dragon Blood Grass together!"
Leaders sometimes have to be thick-skinned, so Charles decisively pretended that nothing happened.
"For the soul to last forever!"
Everyone echoed in unison.
"For the soul to last forever..."
Charles also murmured quietly...
***The author has something to say***
Norman dragon blood grass——is the main material for preparing the secret medicine of awakening.
Eating it directly can also have the effect of increasing magic power.
However, the awakening potion improves even more and can even activate the blood of magical animals in the body.
If eaten directly, the growth will not exceed double. And the stronger the magic power, the worse the effect.