Chapter 629 Surveillance Mission

Ron looked shocked. He asked nervously in a low voice, "Who are you? Death Eater? Dark wizard?"

There was no sound behind him. Ron swallowed his saliva. He turned his head, but the magic wand on his waist poked him hard, and he dared not move immediately.

He stammered, "I said - you may not realize one thing. If I die, you will definitely not be able to escape. I am a winner of the Order of Merlin, Second Class - I will soon become First Class, and I am also a formal member of the Anti-Dark Arts Society. I am the favorite student of Dumbledore and Professor Hep. Do you know the famous Harry Potter? He and I are best brothers..."

There was a malicious chuckle behind him.

"Of course I know who you are." A pinched voice said.

Ron felt relieved, and then he felt a burning pain on the back of his right hand. "Don't do anything tricky." The voice said, and Ron's hand in his pocket froze.

"Come with me!"

Ron's body was dragged to the side, and Tonks's clumsy figure disappeared from the corner of his eye. His eyes darkened, and he found that they had come to a narrow alley with dim light. He was pushed roughly against the wall.

"Ron Weasley?"

"Yes." Ron said, his voice calmed down.

"Oh, you're unlucky, you saw something you shouldn't have seen--" the voice said frivolously.

Ron suddenly became confident.

"Well, I don't think so."

"Be honest! You--"

A twisted magic suddenly emerged on the surface of Ron's body, and the wand behind him was forced to push away. These twisted magics were waving their claws, but they were like inflated plastic bags that quickly expanded and bulged into a ball, making a rustling sound in the alley.

Ron held the wand and turned around slowly (he even stroked his hair in the middle), looking at the man who was hit by the spell on the other side of the wall with half of his face exposed.

"Looks really embarrassed, Collins." His tone was full of gloating.

"You think you're cool?" Collins said unhappily, "Why don't you let me out now!" Her face was deformed by Ron's magic, and her voice was muffled.

Ron suppressed his laughter and put away his magic.

"Human Armor Spell?" Collins asked. She leaned against the wall to straighten her body and rubbed her face hard.

"Ha, this is the first silent spell I've mastered. You're really lucky."

Ron tapped his palm with his wand, and a few sparks flew from the tip of the wand. He put on a smug expression on his face.

Collins walked out of the alley angrily.

"Hey, don't go, what's going on?" Ron followed behind and asked, "I saw Tonks... that person is her, I guess from her movements."

"It's her," Collins gave a positive answer. When the two walked out of the alley, she looked around for a while, "Forget it, let's find a place to rest for a while. The temperature has dropped sharply in the past two days, and that old lady is running around... I really suspect she did it on purpose."

They walked towards the Three Broomsticks.

"Who are you talking about?" Ron asked curiously.

"Carlotta Pinkstone," Collins said, "She was recently released from Azkaban, and Tonks and I are in charge of keeping an eye on her."

"That person is a criminal?" Ron asked in surprise, "She can't be--"

"No, not like you think. She has nothing to do with the recent dark wizard trials." Collins explained. They chose a window seat at the Three Broomsticks Bar and sat down. Madam Rosmerta walked towards them, "What do you want, dear? Oh, Mr. Weasley?"

"Well," Ron said slowly in a low voice, "I need a glass of hot whiskey, and this lady--" "Are

you an adult?" Collins looked at him suspiciously.

Ron coughed violently, his face flushed red, and he glared at her fiercely, "Only less than five months, if you insist on digging the bottom of it!" Madam Rosmerta covered her mouth and chuckled, exuding a charming and moving temperament. "A glass of hot whiskey, OK." She said calmly, "What about you, this beautiful lady?"

"I don't need anything." Collins said stiffly.

"She can't drink, she's on a - hiss!" Ron took a breath with a painful expression. He pulled back his stepped toe and said to Mrs. Rosmerta unhappily: "Excuse me, bring her a glass of soda or something."

"I recommend pear juice soda." The bar owner said.

"That's it." Ron saw that Collins didn't object, so he made the decision. After Mrs. Rosmerta left, he couldn't help but lower his voice and asked: "That Carol -"

"Carlotta!"

"Well, Carlotta," Ron shrugged, "What crime did she commit? Why let you two keep an eye on her? Frankly speaking, I don't think Tonks is suitable for close surveillance, unless..."

"Unless we don't want to hide it at all." Collins showed an approving look.

Ron stared. He was about to say that unless the person who issued the order was mentally ill, he would not admit it to Collins unless he was mentally ill too. So he agreed, "Yeah, that's right, that's what I think. Tell me more about it!"

"She's an activist..."

Collins said slowly in the warm bar with a faint aroma. As time passed, the glasses in front of the two were empty. Collins stood up and put on his scarf. "I'm leaving to replace Tonks. Oh, by the way, if you see Cedric, say hello to him. I saw him with his girlfriend before."

"Can't you say it yourself?" Ron muttered in dissatisfaction.

"I'm on a mission." Collins smiled, covered his face, and only showed a pair of eyes. "Well, I have to say that your reaction today is impressive. I look forward to having you as my new colleague."

"Got it, got it." Ron's ears were a little red, and he showed his self-proclaimed noble and deep style, and said slowly.

As dusk approached, young wizards from Hogwarts came out from all directions and set out on their way back to school. The door of the Three Broomsticks was pushed open, and a woman in a dark green double-breasted trench coat walked in. She was not young anymore, but people could still see the beauty and elegance of her youth from her face.

Madam Rosmerta took the initiative to greet her.

"Sir, please come in, what would you like to order?"

The woman did not answer in a hurry. She took off her hard peaked hat, revealing her short gray hair underneath. She looked around before saying, "Please prepare a secluded room for me. I plan to stay here tonight."

"Yes, ma'am." Madam Rosmerta replied, "Anything else?"

"I may receive someone tonight, so don't bother me. I don't need any services except accommodation. Do you understand?"

"Oh, uh, okay," Madam Rosmerta said hesitantly, "According to the regulations of the Ministry of Magic, accommodation requires a name registration..."

"Of course," the woman said, "You can call me... Nicole Noel."

It was late at night, and the stars were shining outside the window. The woman sat on a chair in the room, waiting very patiently. She had been doing this for a while, with her hands clasped together and memories flashing in her eyes.

Did the girl from Hogwarts deliver the letter? Will he keep the appointment? Why didn't he contact them after escaping? Was he discouraged, thinking that after that incident, no one would recognize his unshakable dominance...

"Knock knock knock!"

The woman stood up excitedly, fortunately she had not lost her mind, "Is it you?" she asked in a trembling voice.

There was no response from outside.

Her heart sank suddenly, and she quickly pulled out her wand and pointed it at the door. "Who's outside?" the woman shouted, this time her voice was full of indifference and murderous feeling. "

Felix Hepp," said the young voice outside the door, "a lady who calls herself 'Nichol Noel', is visiting, can we go downstairs to chat?" As the voice spoke, the air around seemed to be solidifying, connecting into an inseparable whole.

The woman resolutely raised her wand, and a beam of fire shot out, and then she tried to perform the Apparition.

"Bang!"

The door shattered into pieces, and the fire blew a big hole directly in the wall. The woman's figure disappeared at the last second, but she was quickly thrown out. There was a wasteland all around. The black stone shadows were silent, the trees rustled, and the chill of the night was transmitted to the woman through the icy ground. She shivered and got up from the ground.

Nicole Noel saw a light from the corner of her eye. There was the village of Hogsmeade.

She exhaled the coldness that solidified in her chest and roughly determined where she was - on the outskirts of Hogsmeade. Then she focused her attention on the man who appeared silently in front of her. The moonlight shone on his face that was a little too young, outlining his handsome features.

"Felix Hep?"