Lynn and Professor Fox found a small hotel to stay in.

Smith also returned to the church at this time.

Simon and Leon have not left yet, and they are smoking and waiting in the church with Rozier.

The Lord's pure land is now filled with smoke.

Smith pushed open the church door and caught off guard and was choked by the smoke all over the room.

"Have you smoked enough? If a believer comes to see this scene, aren't you afraid of the punishment from the church?"

Rozier snatched out the cigarette butt, with disdain on his face.

"If I were afraid of those old charlatans, I would have stopped being nuns."

Leon and Simon helped open the windows to ventilate and ask Smith about his achievements.

Smith sat on the bench with difficulty and shook his head.

"They are too alert, and I seem to be alerting me."

Simon and Leon looked at each other, and Rozier spoke at this time.

"So, you went out and not only did you find out nothing, but you also exposed us?"

"It's no secret that we are here. They will always have a way to know our existence, and I'm not completely rewarded." Smith rubbed his severed leg.

"I always feel a little bit of an impression of that adult wizard, Leon, go and find all the prophets' daily newspapers of the previous year."

"Why do you always call me?" Leon muttered, but stood up and walked into the inner room of the church, carrying out a thick stack of newspapers.

Smith flipped up from the end, quickly found what he wanted, pulled out the Prophet Daily, and spread it in front of the three of them.

The newspaper date was in September 1990, and the front page was: the former prisoner, today's defense class professor!

The accompanying pictures in the newspaper clearly express the malice of the person who wrote this article towards Professor Fox.

She chose the photo of Fox when he was imprisoned ten years ago. He had a messy hair, deep eye sockets, a gloomy and pale face, and looked at the camera with numb eyes, without blinking.

"It's him!"

Smith knocked on the photo in the newspaper and confirmed.

"He was still following a little boy, but he was not as Rozier said as he was 15 or 6 years old, and he looked only 13 years old at most, so he should be a student."

"The professor and the little wizard of Hogwarts?" Simon said in surprise. "Why did they come here?"

"Bang!"

Rozier slapped the table, which scared the three old men!

"No matter why they came here! Since they entered this city, they would have no choice but to arrest them! Capture them for me!"

Her expression was still cold, but the hatred in her eyes and tone Smith and the others could hear it.

The three of them were silent.

Rozier stared at them with a squinted eye: "Are you scared?"

Seeing that the two people around him were not talking, Ryan had no choice but to persuade him.

"So many years have passed. I know you still hate Dumbledore, but we don't have to offend him. After arresting the professor and the little wizard of Hogwarts? Can we still kill him? Now a society ruled by law, even if we are old bachelors and have a life, you should think about other colleagues who have started a family, they always have to live."

Rozier sneered.

"You have indeed forgotten your identity as a wizard, and they are willing to accept the law and governance of Muggles for greater good."

Ryan and the other two looked at each other and saw the bitterness in their eyes.

They didn't even have magic, and who would treat them as wizards except themselves?

What else can you do if you don’t accept Muggle governance and jurisdiction? Will you still continue your former philosophy and then be locked in a cell by those Muggle policemen?

After so long, Ryan and his group had already accepted their fate, only Rozier, who still remembered the idea of ​​the adult who was imprisoned in Neumungad.

Even the adult himself had given up, but Rozier had never let go.

She missed their former glory and hated Albus Dumbledore who knocked them down to earth.

Rozier subconsciously touched the cigarette box in his pocket, but there was no cigarette inside. Another old friend passed away, and a wizard came to this small town, which made her feel upset and had already smoked a lot of cigarettes today.

The church was quiet for a long time.

"I didn't say I wanted to kill them," Rozier spoke slowly.

"Since they have come here, they have become the same as us. Don't think about going back to be a professor or a little wizard. Whether they stay here or ask Dumbledore for help, they must be approved by our consent on this land."

Simon pondered Rozier's words.

"So, you mean to catch them and let them worship the hill?"

"We are not mafia! What a mountain!" Rozier was angry at Simon's IQ.

"After grab them, then inform Dumbledore! Let him come and get the people by himself!"

Leon understood Rozier's meaning.

"Do you want to save Dumbledore's face?"

"Hmph!" Rozier snorted coldly, "Even if the Dark Lord has imprisoned himself in Neumungad, the things he left behind are not something that the wizard can resist. Let Dumbledore see, his professors and the little wizard have lost their magic power, what can he do!"

There was a moment of silence in the church.

Finally, Smith knocked the floor heavily with his cane.

"Did it! We have been holding our breath for so many years, but I don't know how many days we'll be able to live! Tie them and just give them anger!"

Seeing that they had made a conclusion, Simon had been decided by others and hesitated, Leon asked hesitantly.

"Then... how to tie it?"

Smith walked out of the church with a cane.

"Go home to sleep tonight. Simon, your cow is probably about to starve to death, and they can't escape. Let's talk about it tomorrow."

The three old men dispersed.

Only Rozier was left sitting in the empty auditorium. She looked at the cross, held her hand tightly in front of her, not knowing whether she was praying or talking to herself.

...

"Recently, a criminal gang that committed a major robbery in Edinburgh is fleeing towards our city..."

In a small hotel.

The beautiful female host on old-fashioned TV is broadcasting local news in Balabara.

Lynn and Professor Fox were each lying on the bed, talking about their current situation.

"Who did you consult with? Professor Dumbledore?"

Fox shook his head.

"Of course not. Dumbledore may not be in the UK at this time. He is a wizard who is famous internationally. The chaos has been causing a lot of trouble in the Soviet Union recently. The Ministry of Magic of the Soviet Union has already shown signs of disintegration. He is probably helping to mediate there."

"Who is that?"

"Alastor Moody, the Ministry of Magic's Auror, used to be a bit of a friendship in the fight against the dark wizards."

"Then how will he pass the message to us? Will he use Muggle mail?"

"I think he might also use owls. Here he just swallows the magic of the wizard and should have no effect on the owl."

At this time, outside the hotel window, a sound of hard objects hitting the glass suddenly sounded, and Lynn and Professor Fox turned their heads and looked.

An owl was carrying a letter, tilting his head out the window to look at them.
Chapter completed!