HP Dark Lord save the world

Chapter 113 Tail
The air was suddenly quiet, and the Auror next to Eden immediately raised the alert, fearing that Dan Lin was actually the real mastermind behind the scenes.

Facing their guard, Dan Lin said with a smile: "Is it necessary to use a magic wand for an ordinary earplug listening and breathing spell?"

No sound and no wand curse.

Eden and his colleagues looked at each other for a while, with a strange look on their faces.

As long as you are proficient in silent spells, many wizards can do it, but wandless spells are different.

The wand exists naturally because most wizards need its assistance to cast spells.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I forgot." Dan Lin patted his head lightly, "At first I thought it was too troublesome to take out the wand, and later it was because it was too conspicuous to take out the wand on such occasions, so whether it is breathing Curses or earplugs are not released through the wand."

Eden handed them two wands, indicating that they could really leave this time, and the black walnut wand was also fine.

Eden didn't think what a 12-year-old girl could do in this situation, and Danlin's explanation was acceptable.

Danlin put his hands on Itana's shoulders and back lightly, and the two left the restaurant together.

Back home, Danlin locked the store door from the inside, and suddenly said with a smile: "I remember that we haven't settled the bill yet, oops, we made money."

"Aren't you going to eat there again?" Itana asked.

"Who will remember me next time, there are so many people coming and going, if they can recognize me, it's not impossible to settle the money."

Danlin took off his blue coat and hung it on the coat rack. Wearing a white shirt and a brown vest, he walked back to the counter and sat down leisurely, then took out a newspaper.

He didn't look like he was at all curious about how Itana had discovered the anomaly of the scent just now, and about the extra wand.

"Don't you want to know where I got my other wand?"

When she was confronting Danlin in the restaurant, she took out the wand she had seized with Davis when she was arresting people, and confessed that she used another wand to cast spells, and her own wand was fine.

"Small matter, I used to have several spare magic wands, but after all, using them to cast spells was not as suitable as the original ones, and gradually I didn't use them anymore."

Dan Lin showed a slightly wretched smile while talking: "You are still very far-sighted. You know that the wand you prepared in advance has the demeanor of mine back then. Back then..."

You will teach the children badly, Itana resisted the twitching of the corner of her mouth, and seriously brought the topic back on track: "I actually know what that woman said in the last period."

Danlin hummed suspiciously.

Although he was in a state of confusion at the time, what he saw and heard was completely preserved. At that time, Itana used earplugs to listen to everyone. In Danlin's memory, he could only see the picture during that time. And no sound is heard.

"Did you not plug your ears?" Dan Lin put away the relaxed smile on his face, a little worried whether Itana had been affected by the woman's words.

However, he immediately thought that the prerequisite for those words to work was to be controlled by the fragrance, and Itana did not meet this condition from the beginning, so he let go of his worries a little.

"No, I have other methods of recording."

Itana didn't elaborate on her method, but instead roughly expressed the words she heard from the false soul's memory, Danlin gradually frowned.

After finishing speaking, Itana saw that Danlin seemed to be thinking, and after waiting for a while, she asked, "Uncle, what did you think of?"

Dan Lin gave a low hum, "The world of wizards has been stagnant for too long. Some people probably can't sit still after seeing the changes on the Muggle side."

"who are they?"

"Who knows, I'm just an ordinary store owner." Danlin shrugged, lifted the newspaper to cover his face, and stopped talking.

Itana didn't bother, turned around and went upstairs.

She took out a piece of letter paper and wrote:

"Dear Mr. Davis, Danlin and I went out for dinner tonight, and something happened in the restaurant where we were eating..."

After writing, put the letter in an envelope, and Itana came to the balcony.

This time Goya didn't bury his head in his sleep, but stared at the night sky wondering what he was thinking.

Itana knocked on the owl's cage to attract its attention, and put the letter in front of Goya: "No. 6 Nightingale Lane, please, Goya!"

Goya let out a cry and flapped his wings in dissatisfaction. Itana hurriedly took out some snacks from a jar next to the balcony to comfort him.

After Goya finished pecking the snacks in her palm, he picked up the envelope and flew away.

"Even the owl knows that it needs overtime pay. By the way, it obviously hasn't worked much all day, and it doesn't deliver letters every day. And isn't it the owl's activity time at night? Why is it so angry?"

Muttering, Itana returned to the room, and opened the puppet-making notes that Davis had given her.

Before going to bed, she suddenly remembered the magic model making she had planned to do during the holidays, and decided to start preparing tomorrow.

The next day, Itana was woken up again by Goya's knocking on the glass, and looked at the clock, oh well, it's nine o'clock.

Holidays are easy to relax the mind, and when the mind is relaxed, it is easy to oversleep.

Sure enough, he was still lazy in his core, but he was suppressed by the cowardly side, because he was afraid of being killed by someone chopping melons and cutting vegetables, so he started to roll hard.

Itana rubbed her eyes and got up, opened the window for Goya, and Goya threw the letter away, and left gracefully again.

Itana watched it fly away, lowered her head, picked up the letter and opened it.

Here's Davis' reply.

"According to your description, those people probably belong to the 'New World'. I found a similar situation, but that group of people are not as lucky as you. After being changed in their ideas and cognitions, one of them is more reckless and radical. After he was influenced, he attacked a Muggle city. He was captured by Aurors, interrogated about the same experience as yours, and is now serving his sentence in Azkaban."

"Do you still remember the pattern I showed you before? This is the 'New World' members flaunting their own different characteristics. Usually pay attention to those who wear scarves and high collars in summer. Maybe they are one of the psychopaths .”

"You can also contact me if there is any follow-up development of the incident you encountered, and I will pay you accordingly."

Itana refolded the letter and put it back in the envelope, and a faint blue flame burst out from her hand again, burning the letter, but this time the letter paper was made of ordinary materials, and ashes fell down one after another.

"Clean up." Itana wiped away the last traces.

"'New World', what kind of organization is it?"

(End of this chapter)