Homecoming from Hogwarts

The gloomy world filled with the boring sound of falling rain suddenly sounded two crisp bangs. Amidst the sound of falling rain that disrupted the falling trajectory, two men wearing black coats and hats with stern faces suddenly appeared in front of the postman. in front of.

Yes, it appears suddenly. It appears suddenly in the true sense of the word.

pat-

The postman was stunned. He stared at the two men who appeared in front of him with his eyes wide open, with an expression on his face as if he had seen a ghost!

Lawrence frowned. He looked there only after hearing the noise and did not see the whole process of the two men appearing. Therefore, he was not as shocked as the postman, but this did not mean that he was not aware that something would be uncomfortable. Good things are about to happen.

Because of the angle, Lawrence in the gap could see the two men with gloomy faces opposite the postman, but it was not easy for these two men to see him. When the two men looked around warily, Lawrence quickly retracted his head, filled with The chill in the air caused Lawrence's blood to flow crazily in his old body!

"You - you -"

The postman's mouth was long and his cheeks were swollen, as if he had an egg stuffed into one side of his mouth.

"Ghost"

No matter how stupid he is, the postman knows that the two men in front of him have bad intentions. The eyes they look at him clearly reveal contempt and

The postman threw away the bicycle that he had managed to hold up, turned around and ran away. His intuition told him that he must stay away from these two men. If he didn't want to die, how dare they kill people in the street!

"Everything is petrified--"

Among the two people who descended, one had a brown stick protruding from his sleeve. His muttering voice was weakened by the sound of falling rain, and Lawrence could not hear it clearly. However, this did not prevent his heart from hearing what he saw. After seeing this scene, he started to twitch violently.

Lawrence originally thought that the two men would take out a pistol with a silencer from his trench coat. Then, in the thick smoke, it was not uncommon for the postman who had offended some big shot to fall into a pool of blood. Following Lawrence, who had spent most of his life fighting in the cruel shopping malls under the guidance of two former masters, had seen this happen at least four or five times.

Then the truth turned out to be much more ridiculous than he expected!

Lawrence, who was wearing reading glasses, tried his best to see that one of the two people suddenly appeared with a small stick coming out of his sleeve. Then, the falling rain was disrupted by the sudden airflow, and the wind blew the postman's poncho. At that moment, the fleeing postman's body froze!

like a statue!

The postman kept a running posture, which was very funny. One foot was on the ground, the other was raised in the air, and the two hands beside him were waving.

It was obviously impossible to maintain balance in this posture. Under Lawrence's horrified gaze, the postman fell to his side on the wet ground, heavily but still unable to move.

The fallen postman was facing the narrow gap across the street. He immediately remembered that there was an old man hiding in the gap. He desperately tried to scream for help, but no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't make any sound. He couldn't even blink his eyes, and could only let the rain wash away his pale, desperate cheeks.

Da da da--

The two men took steps at the same time. They passed by the fallen postman and did not glance at him. Instead, they stared at the package on the back seat of the bicycle that fell again.

Lawrence did not dare to claim that he was a big shot, but following the two masters, he thought he had seen some things about the world. But what happened next completely overturned his understanding of the world!

A man showed his stick again, and then, several packages that fell on the ground trembled slightly and slowly floated up from the ground. These packages floated in front of them, displaying the shipping and receiving addresses. That side of.

Bang, bang, bang

There was a weird noise again from the box that was deflated at one corner.

A man waved his stick, and the banging box opened, and many colorful boxes and bags flew out. But this was not the focus of Lawrence's attention. He stared at a few inexplicably confused eyes. The power was fixed in the air, but it was still struggling, and finally figured out what was making the noise!

The frog looks like a frog, but... black?

Black frogs are rare!

So, these two men with such incredible abilities are eyeing the postman's packages and want to rob them?

"It's true that these packages were registered at the Hogsmeade post office -"

"Breaking the Wizarding Statute of Secrecy. You're going to be in trouble--"

"The requirements above are not just bad luck, it must be serious, and the two people at Hogwarts can't solve the problem!" Lawrence finally controlled the surprise in his heart and stopped thinking about how those frogs were suspended in the air. Stunned, his attention turned to the two men, who were whispering something face to face, but from this distance, it was impossible for him to hear what they were plotting.

Two minutes later, the two men finally reached a consensus, and they all looked at the postman who was soaked by the rain.

In his heart, Lawrence had already sentenced the hapless postman to death, but when the two mysterious men looked at the postman, Lawrence still felt a numbness in his scalp.

All but one of the frogs floating in the air were released.

These soaked frogs immediately escaped from this place of trouble. They jumped quickly, got through an iron grate embedded in the ground on the side of the road, and disappeared into the drainage pipe.

And the remaining one——

In Lawrence's eyes, he drifted towards the postman lying on the ground facing the other side of the street.

Under the control of an inexplicable force, the black frog floated into the open mouth of the immobile postman and thrust into his throat!

Well!

The postman's eyes suddenly straightened, and his unable to move body suddenly began to tremble violently. A strong and painful sense of suffocation continued to torture his nerves. His eyes filled with despair began to roll up, and the whites of his eyes were exposed. The inside is filled with blood at a speed visible to the naked eye!

The two men in black trench coats remained motionless, just watching this scene indifferently, quietly waiting for the death of this Muggle.

The postman's struggle did not last long, but watching this scene, Lawrence felt that every second he experienced was as long as a century. In the cold and rainy weather, his back and forehead were soaked with blood. Thin hot sweat!

When the postman stopped moving at all, he subconsciously held his breath and let out a breath, and a feeling of dizziness crept into his mind!

"Want to tidy up?"

"This place already looks like an accident scene, no need to do anything -"

The leader of the two said,

"Inform the Muggle police, and the Ministry will get the news next. I believe the big shots have already made arrangements on how to take advantage of-"

After communicating for a while, the two people looked around again. The leading person did find the narrow gap in the street opposite, but it was not an alley that could lead to people. It was just a gap between two buildings. After scanning it twice, he felt that it was not right. There was probably a Muggle who was stupid enough to get in, so he withdrew his gaze.

"Let's go--"

He said.

(End of this chapter)