Chapter 1002

To be honest, Muggles who committed murder behind the disappearance are actually easy to find.

Because most of them feel abnormal regret and fear for their evil deeds under "momentary confusion" after recovering their nature, they basically stay near the crime scene afterwards.

So if Auror wants to find them. In fact, you just need to go to the local police station and other places to walk around in turn.

It was noon, and as an Auror, Tonks was walking in a crowded street. Her dress, which is not much different from that of modern rebellious girls, makes it easy for her to mix with Muggle people, and even the ability of Yi Rong MARGES can be completely avoided.

"Oh, after this trip, it's time to eat something to fill your stomach..."

As he walked, Tonks gently touched his empty belly and felt that he could eat a whole fire dragon in a moment.

"... well, I'll go to black's old house for lunch today!"

Thinking, she suddenly murmured at a volume that only she could hear.

Obviously, the reason why Tonks chose the old house was to meet lupin, who had stayed there most of the time to deal with intelligence.

In recent years, they have become more and more affectionate with a slightly larger age gap.

Of course, although Tonks is always keen on the love she chooses, she is still a very responsible Auror. After putting the heat of her heart aside for the time being, she changed her mind again and accelerated the pace of progress with a serious state of mind.

More than ten minutes ago, she moved into an uninhabited street in this block - according to the filing documents in Auror's office, there are four police stations in this block.

This time, according to Kingsley's assignment, she needs to be responsible for investigating three small branches, and send the specific criminals on the list to the dungeon of the Ministry of magic without the notice of Muggle police officers.

In fact, today's task is so urgent that most Aurors of the Ministry of Magic have been dispatched. Like her, nefadora Tonks, is just one of them.

"Is it here?"

Looking up at the blue street light representing the British police department, Tonks didn't choose to mix in from the front door, but naturally turned right to leave the crowd and turned into the nearby alley.

Most of the buildings in this block are made of red brick, and they are very clean. Even in the lanes where few people walk, it can be seen that cleaners have cleaned them every day.

Walking all the way down the alley to the back door of the police station, Tonks looked around and at some windows above. After confirming that there was no one, he took out his wand and pointed quickly to a closed grille window.

"Click."

After a soft sound of the window buckle falling off, she flicked her wand left and right again, making the iron fence in the window lean to both sides like soaked spaghetti.

This is the most basic application of deformation, which can be easily done by middle and low grade students in Hogwarts. As an Auror who is especially good at deformation, it's like eating and drinking water.

When the window opening was wide open and there was no obstacle, dunxton reached out to grasp the hard iron fence again, and jumped into the room with agility with only one abdominal kick.

She had seen it just now. It was just an old room full of filing cabinets. Judging from her experience in the Ministry of magic in recent years, it should be an ordinary archives for old materials.

"No one really."

When he came in, Tonks looked around again, and with a backhand wave of his half held wand, he restored the iron fence that had just been bent.

However, the fact that there is no one in the old archives does not mean that there is no guard outside. As soon as he walked softly to the door, Tonks heard two people talking alternately through the crack of the door.

"... Abe, it's almost time for lunch break again. I heard that today's lunch has changed to a fast food restaurant. I don't know whether their French fries are crispy or not."

"Hey! Don't worry about eating - are you really going to sit here and guard the files all the time?"

"What else can you do? You've been put here for a fool's day. Do you still want a promotion? Don't be silly. When you sit here for two or three more years like me, you'll start thinking about lunch."

"I don't think... Listen, Abel! When I went to the task force to collect the files, I heard that the number of cases in all districts of London has been rising frequently recently, and the cubicles are almost running out of space. Think about it, even changing to guard the suspects is much better than discussing lunch and work all day here..."

After a few words, Tonks was not going to listen any more.

Although they happened to talk about their mission, she already knew what she should know. Naturally, she didn't need to get information from these more ignorant Muggles.

After hearing roughly where the two men were, Tonks quietly unscrewed the door handle and leaned his head slightly.

The archives room is the corridor, and the two police officers in charge of guarding are sitting at the entrance of the corridor not far away. It seems that there are some sundries such as notebooks on the table.

When it comes to camouflage, Tonks is a good hand, but when it comes to sneaking, she can only sigh in secret.

Knowing that it was really difficult for her to pass the two policemen undetected, she simply waved her wand and let them lie on the table and fall asleep in advance.

Then she went to the corridor and looked out carefully. But unexpectedly, someone just passed by from the other end and was walking in the direction of the stairs.

"Oh!"

With a faint cry in his heart, Tonks quickly took back his sight and hid nearby.

Why else can't she always perform the task alone! In a hurry, her carelessness of not paying attention to the details again - when she stepped back, she accidentally touched the thermos cup on the table.

Seeing that the cup was about to fall under the table, Tonks quickly poked out his wand, and a silent floating spell almost stopped before the cup fell to the ground.

"Fortunately... It's rare that Kingsley is willing to let me try it alone this time, but I can't screw it up again!"

Just like in the old black house, almost every time she went back to the kitchen, she would disturb the portrait of Sirius mother. Either the cloth covered on it was rubbed off by her, or the wooden frame kicked against the wall, and even flat wrestling occurred.

It can be seen that although her magic talent is good, she is really not suitable for sneaking or tracking. Being an Auror is really the result of her unremitting efforts.

Controlling the thermos and putting it back on the table, Tonks dared to glance out again.

After it was confirmed that there was no one, several Muggle expulsion spells controlling the scope fell into the nearby corridors and aisles, making her ensure the smooth follow-up.

Fortunately, this is a simple task in the Muggle world. If she had been in the magic world, she would have been discovered by other wizards.

In this way, Tonks followed suit and searched around the police station, and finally found a row of rooms for detention.

As the police officer said before, the frequent occurrence of cases led to people in every room here, and some even lived two people.

Probably to prevent the suspects from conflict, they were handcuffed to one side of the room.

After driving the guards away, Tonks was able to open the iron door and gather the Muggle suspects together. With the help of the door key, he took them and disappeared from the corridor of the police station in a twinkling of an eye.

As for the rest of this mess, let the follow-up memory cancellers have a headache!

But Tonks, who had just left here, didn't find it at all. From beginning to end, her actions fell into the eyes of one person. When she took all the Muggles away from the police station, a familiar figure suddenly appeared at the corner outside the corridor.

"Cough... What's the matter with this Auror? He's so procrastinating in front of Muggles..."

Obviously, this is the mysterious windbreaker wizard who has met Marca, little Cathy, and even hairbo. Although it always gives people the feeling of knowing a lot of things, this time it seems that they don't know Tonks, but treat her as an ordinary Auror.

But after a whisper, the man said again:

"Forget it... Anyway, has Mr. McLean noticed?"

Looking at the empty detention rooms, I don't know what expression appeared on the face hidden in the shadow of the brim. But I heard a few more coughs and a little heavy breathing, which proved that the physical condition of the "false prophet" was really not very good.

After a little while, after more or less thinking for a while, the man seemed to be sure and nodded slightly.

"Well, I believe with his wisdom, he should understand the various meanings I indirectly convey. In that case, there is no need to continue to create the disappearance case... Cough, make more time and prepare more backup means."

After sorting out his thoughts like this, the figure standing in the corner suddenly faded away again, but in the blink of an eye, he hid his body again.

As for whether the man remained where he was or left directly, no one can know.

Not to mention the mysterious wizard secretly called "false prophet" by Maka, actions similar to Tonks's mission are also being staged in various police stations inside and outside London.

Of course, many experienced Aurors are much more efficient than some clumsy Tonks. Only in the evening of that day, there were many Muggle suspects sent to centralized custody in the dungeon of the Ministry of magic.

No, in fact, they are all victims... Aren't they?