Lin Ze feels that he has been a little too busy recently.
I'm so busy that I don't even have time to go to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour to buy ice cream.
This is a very dangerous sign for him.
What's the point of living for a person who doesn't even have time to eat ice cream?
"So, the most terrifying thing in the world is not Dark Lord, but work."
Lin Ze sighed at himself in the mirror, and then pulled down the hood of the gray hooded cloak, covering most of his face.
Near noon, Pick's paper crane slowly flew in from outside the door and landed on the pile of pending documents in front of Lin Ze that had already piled up almost as high as a teacup.
Lin Ze Open the paper crane:
"What you want has been found, come here.--Pick"
"The efficiency is quite good, it's so fast." Lin Ze crumbled the note, stood up and walked out.
Ben raised his head from the pile of documents and looked at Lin Ze with eyes drained of energy by capitalism. "Are you going out again?"
"Well, something happened."
"I really envy you who can go out in the field frequently, unlike me who can only write action reports for you honestly here..." Ben complained quietly.
Records Management Office still looks like he is indifferent to the world.
Pick was sitting on his old chair, holding a teacup in his hand. When he saw Lin Ze coming in, he put down the cup.
"Depart from the temporary detention area at ten o'clock tomorrow morning, walk from Floo Network to Yorkshire, then transfer to a carriage and continue walking north."
"There are four people in the escort team, two people from Auror Office, and two law enforcement officers from Wizengamot. Although it is not many, it is more than enough to deal with a waste tied up by Binding Charm."
Lin Ze silently remembered the route in his heart, then raised his head and smiled at Pick, "Thank you very much, Mr. Pick."
Pick snorted, picked up the tea cup and took a sip. "Don't come to me for this kind of thing in the future."
"Absolutely." Lin Ze nodded perfunctorily.
Coming out of Records Management Office, Lin Ze turned a corner and went to Grimmauld Place.
12 Grimmauld Place's door opened, and those chopped off House-elf heads looked particularly scary in the dim light.
Lin Ze feels that Black family's ancestor designation is a bit serious.
Who in their right mind would cut off House-elf's head and hang it on the wall as a decoration?
What kind of aesthetic is this?
Um...
Forget it, thinking that the other party's last name is Black, then everything seems reasonable again.
"Is there any news?" Sirius asked hurriedly, without any gesture of inviting Lin Ze into the house.
In the end, Lin Ze squeezed in from Sirius.
"Departure at ten o'clock tomorrow morning, Floo Network flies to Yorkshire. After arriving at Yorkshire, you will change to a carriage. That is the best time to take action."
Sirius breathed a long sigh of relief, "Thank you."
"I wish you good luck." Lin Ze patted Sirius on the shoulder and said nothing more.
Lin Ze After coming out of 12 Grimmauld Place, he stood on the stone steps at the door and looked up at the sky.
London The sky in November is as gray as ever, as if someone has put a layer of moldy wallpaper on the ceiling.
The last few leaves of the crooked-neck tree on the street corner were struggling in the wind. One of them was picked up by the wind and accurately stuck to Lin Ze's face.
"Fuck." Lin Ze took the leaves off his face and threw them into the pile of fallen leaves piled on the roadside.
After explaining the escort route, Lin Ze always felt uneasy.
This unsteady feeling was very subtle, as if something was staring at him in the dark, but when he looked back, he couldn't see anything.
After tossing and turning in bed for most of the night, Lin Ze found Moody with slightly bloodshot eyes early the next morning.
"You want to go to Norway?" Moody's magic eye rolled around, while the normal eye stared at Lin Ze.
"Yes, Karkaroff has some clues, and I want to pursue them." Lin Ze lied without changing his expression.
Moody stared at him for a long time, and then said in a rough voice, "Okay, Norway It's cold over there, bring more clothes."
"But remember, kid, no matter what you do, don't die outside."
Lin Ze laughed and said, "Don't worry, I'm lucky."
Lin Ze stood in front of the fireplace in the Floo Network hall, grabbed a handful of Floo Powder, and threw it into the fireplace.
Green flames shot up.
"Yorkshire."
November in Yorkshire is colder than that in London, with a cold wind blowing.
Lin Ze squatted behind a crooked tree, feeling like a fool.
He had been squatting at the Floo Network exit of Yorkshire for nearly an hour, and his legs were almost numb from squatting.
"No one in this damn Black is normal."
Lin Ze greeted Black family while rubbing his hands.
"Forget it, just think it's just for fun." Lin Ze took out the peeled orange from his pocket, broke off a small piece and stuffed it into his mouth.
There was a sound of horse hooves and the crunch of wheels running over the gravel road in the distance, getting clearer and clearer from far to near.
Coming.
Lin Ze quickly gave himself a Disillusionment Charm and poked half of his head out from behind the crooked neck tree.
Four figures walked out of the Floo Network transfer station, with Peter Pettigrew floating in the middle.
Two of the four people were the two whom Lin Ze met last time and were responsible for sending Peter to the temporary detention area. One of them was Weiqi Rasghorn.
This guy was wearing a straight Auror uniform today, holding a wand in his hand, and trying his best to look mature and dignified.
The other one, Lin Ze, never expected that he would be the son of his own boss, Barty Crouch Jr.·Crouch.
Lin Ze frowned slightly.
Why is Barty Crouch Jr. in this escort team?
This guy has only been on the job for a few days. Logically speaking, the task of escorting prisoners to Azkaban cannot be done by an intern. Unless...
Unless someone deliberately arranges it.
Lin Ze shrank back from the tree and decided not to rush forward yet, but to check the situation first.
Several people packed Peter into the carriage carriage, and then the four people were divided into two groups. Two sat in the carriage and looked at Peter, and the other two sat in the coachman's seat and drove.
The carriage drove north along the small road in the outskirts of Yorkshire, its wheels making a crunching sound as it ran over the gravel.
Lin Ze is far behind.
He didn't dare to get too close for fear of being discovered.
After walking on the ground for about ten minutes, the carriage entered a desolate hilly area.
There are low hills on both sides, with bare branches swaying in the wind, and the dead grass on the ground rustling.
At this moment, a red light shot down from the hill on the left and accurately hit the Wizengamot law enforcement officer who was driving.
The man didn't even hum. He fell directly from the driver's seat and fell into the gravel, raising a cloud of dust.
"Enemy attack!" Weiqi shouted, leaning half out of the carriage, pointing his wand in the direction of the hill.
But before he could recite the spell, two more spells came from different directions. One hit the side wall of the carriage and exploded into a large piece of sawdust. The other flew past his ears and burned several of his hairs.
Barty Crouch Jr. in the carriage grabbed Weiqi by the back collar and dragged him back into the carriage. At the same time, he used a magic wand to lay a line of Shield Charm at the carriage door.
"Don't show your head!" Barty Crouch Jr. said in a deep voice.
As soon as he finished speaking, several figures in black robes and hoods rushed down from the hill, at least fourteen or five people, forming a fan shape to surround the carriage.