The Magician of the Beautiful World

In fact, Noah planned to stop it before, but now Noah thinks it's better to forget it.

Now that Noah has reached the ninth level, at this level of strength, Noah really doesn't think he will worry about a Dormammu who came from afar.

Of course, this is based on the premise of having the time gem as a reliance. As for whether to learn from Strange for a shot?

Noah touched his chin, and Noah himself has not decided on this kind of thing for the time being.

Noah is completely unclear about what kind of fighting method Dormammu has and how much combat power he has from crossing latitudes, so Noah must be more cautious.

Shaking his head, Noah stood up and looked at Nagini: "Let's go, it seems we need to go to the Ministry of Magic."

"To the Ministry of Magic?" Nagini tilted his head and asked curiously: "It seems that things are really not simple this time."

"It's okay, in fact, everything is still under control." Noah spread his hands: "I will not be so passive in a foolish way, and I have already started to prepare when I find a little bit of signs."

"Haven't you always been like this?" Nagini nodded: "Let me go with you. In the past few years, we have developed so smoothly under the care of the Ministry of Magic. I just want to thank you."

Strange and Everett came to Alicomia's residence together, and next door to them was the house of the person whom Comia commissioned Strange to investigate.

They live together in a community, which is obviously a rich area.

Strange looked at the surrounding environment and had to say that the security work here is really good, and the environment here is also very good.

It was just that Strange felt uncomfortable, because he really felt a smell of blood spreading in the air.

This taste is very light, so light that almost everyone can forget it.

Probably the only one who can smell this smell immediately is the guy who is very sensitive to the smell of blood.

Like vampires, like the bat demon Strange dealt with last time, and of course werewolves.

"It seems that this time, it might really be a monster." Strange sighed, and whispered to Everett beside him.

"Oh? What did you find?" Everett gave Strange a strange look: "Tell me, is there anything new?"

"The smell of blood, I used a magic spell on myself after I got out of the car to enhance my sense of smell. I'm very sensitive to the smell of blood, because forget it, the first time I got out of the car, I smelled a very weak smell the taste of."

"Really? Can you tell what it is?"

"Not sure, but it might really be a werewolf or a vampire or something. God knows, the most important thing now is to figure out what's going on, and see if we can find the body by the way."

"Well, it looks like we have work to do."

Strange nodded, as if he agreed with Everett's statement, indeed they have work to do now.

Glancing at Comia in front of him, and then at the house of the family opposite, Strange decided to go to Comia's house to have a look.

"John, have you brought all our things?" Following Ms. Comia's footsteps, Strange asked Everett in a low voice.

"Of course, Sherlock." Everett nodded: "Including those strange herbs of yours, what are those talking things used for?"

"Things that make people talk." Strange said in a low voice, "You're right, Komia is indeed strange. It should be subconsciously wanting to forget some things, and I think these things may be very important."

"So you plan to let her speak out?" Everett frowned: "This is too cruel, Sherlock. You have to think about it, it may ruin her."

Strange didn't answer, of course he knew that what he did was not very moral.

But Strange can guarantee that Ms. Comia will never recall what she forcibly forgot.

In Everett's bag, there is more than just the truth-telling potion that makes people talk.

There is also a plant that can make people forget some things. This thing may be the original prototype of the Forgetting Curse, but it doesn't matter. Strange had better use this thing if he didn't fully master the spell.

All the way into the house, Strange's brows became deeper and deeper, because Strange found that the smell of blood in this house was the heaviest!

This can't help but make Strange have a bad idea. Could it be that Ms. Comia's friend was killed by herself?

"Sit down wherever you want, Mr. Holmes." Miss Comia said, "By the way, I haven't had a chance to talk about my friend's situation. Her name is Mia, Mia Lester, and she is a psychologist. Family."

"Hmm, what else?" Strange and Everett sat on the sofa together, Everett carefully observed Comia's subtlety, and Strange asked, "She Please tell me in detail about your relationship with your relatives and friends."

Comia nodded, and then began to talk about her friend in detail and earnestly.

Mia Lester, thirty-three years old, is a psychologist. She has a husband named Adam Lester, a manager of a financial company.

The two of them are living a happy life and seem to be planning to have a baby. They even have the baby's clothes ready.

The interpersonal circles of the two of them are not bad, at least neither of them has any enemies. There are indeed competitors, but they have not reached the point of dire straits.

Strange frowned, it seems that there is no possibility of killing people in such a situation?

Touching his chin, Strange continued to ask: "Then, have any strangers come in and out of your community recently?"

"Stranger?" Comia frowned: "It seems not. Oh, by the way, Mia also has a younger sister named Kathy. After Mia disappeared, she came to accompany her to find a wife but failed. She was on the verge of collapse. Adam, she's a nice kid."

"Is that so?" Strange rubbed his chin, looking at Comia Strange suddenly asked in a deep voice, "You're very sleepy, aren't you?"

"what?"

Comia didn't understand what Strange meant at all, but when she was about to ask again, she suddenly noticed that there was some faint golden luster on Strange's hands

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"Noah! Why are you here? Huh? Nagini, are you back?"

In the building of the Ministry of Magic in London, Hermione looked at Noah with surprise, but when she noticed that there was someone beside Noah, she immediately restrained herself a lot.

Of course Hermione knows who came with Noah, because this woman is also very famous in the wizarding world now.