Just as the black veil that only wizards could see was rising, Auston Greengrass was strolling in Diagon Alley with his younger sister Astoria Greengrass.

"Brother, what have you been busy with these days? Why can't I see you anywhere?"

Astoria asked while looking into the window, but got no response from Auston, so Astoria had to turn her head to look at Auston behind her, while whispering: "Brother?"

At this moment, Astoria saw Auston staring blankly into the distance. Looking in the direction where Auston was looking, Astoria also saw the black veil fluttering in the distance.

"Astoria, you asked me what I was up to? This is the answer! For the honor of the Greengrass family! For the greater good!"

After hearing what Auston Greengrass said, Astoria Greengrass looked at her brother beside her in surprise, but was surprised to find that Auston was trembling all over and his face was flushed!

But that kind of trembling was not because of fear, but more like an indescribable excitement! Not far away, Lucius was also looking at the black veil fluttering in the distance with his wife Narcissa and son Draco.

"Father, what is that? How come I have never seen it before? It's so cool!"

Draco looked around curiously and asked with excitement in his eyes.

But at this moment, Lucius's originally fair face seemed to be completely bloodless, and he said in a trembling voice:

"That is the coming of a legend, and the beginning of conflict!"

Narcissa, who was standing next to Lucius, also had a look of horror on her face. Then Narcissa grabbed Draco's arm and said to her husband nervously, "Let's go home! Quickly! No, we leave England, right now!"

On the streets of London, a street magician was performing magic. He had just finished a trick and was holding his magic hat with one hand, allowing the audience around him to put more or less banknotes into his hat.

After the audience threw in their money, the magician bowed respectfully to the audience and then stood up. But the next second, the magician seemed to be stunned.

The audience looked at the magician standing there in a daze, talking about something for a while. At this moment, the magician suddenly smiled, and the audience closest to the magician found that there seemed to be a drop of crystal in the corner of the magician's eye, falling in the sunlight.

"Everyone, this is the last magic trick of today, please watch carefully!"

After saying that, the magician threw the red cloth in his hand upwards, and the red cloth slowly fell down, as if to wrap up the magician completely. But when the red cloth fell to the ground, the magician was no longer there.

"Mom! Mom! Look! It's magic!"

A cute girl wearing Lolita said excitedly, holding her mother's hand.

The girl's mother picked up her daughter and said lovingly:

"It's called magic, honey!"

But the little girl said firmly:

"No! Mom! This is magic!"

"Okay, okay! You're right, this is magic!"

However, all the audience present waited for a long time, but the magician never came back. Only the magic tools were left on the ground, lonely and no one took them back.

An old man with ragged clothes and a stubble on his face, holding a bottle of wine, leaned against the wall in a London street, his eyes blurry with drunkenness.

From time to time, passers-by would pass by him and throw a coin next to him.

But the old man never responded. He just sat there blankly, not knowing what he was recalling.

However, the old man who was sitting there felt as if something was slowly blocking his head, so he frowned and opened his eyes wide.

Suddenly, the old man seemed to have seen something and climbed up with an expression of disbelief on his face. After a moment, he burst into laughter. His actions scared a couple who were about to pass by him and made them step back repeatedly, and also caused many passers-by to stop and look.

But few people noticed that on the old man's chest, a tattoo was faintly visible under his tattered clothes. It seemed to be a triangular eye with a vertical line running through it.

At this time, as the black veil continued to move, not far from the British Ministry of Magic, in a hotel where Muggles gathered, several men were standing in front of the windows, looking at the black veil floating in the distance, trembling all over.

These men looked noble and well-dressed, but behind them was a blonde girl with a good figure and outstanding face.

If Wentworth were here, he would be surprised to find that this girl looked somewhat similar to the wizard hunter who had ambushed him in the woods not long ago and escaped.

At this moment, a man who was originally standing in front of the window suddenly turned around, rushed to the girl, grabbed her arm, and yelled loudly:

"Christine! Christine Graves! This is all your fault! I told you long ago that we should leave England, or at least leave London!"

"It is impossible to kill Wentworth under Dumbledore's protection! And you even want to get rid of Wentworth in Hogwarts? I now doubt whether it was planned by your grandfather and Gellert to disguise himself as your grandfather and enter the Parliament!"

"Look at it now! Not only has Wentworth not been eliminated, but he has also completely angered the Witch Party! Do you know that they are all..."

But before the man could finish his words, he was suddenly knocked away by a huge force. It turned out that the girl called Christine Graves had taken out her magic wand at some point.

Seeing the girl holding a magic wand and the man lying against the wall, the others didn't know how to react for a moment.

At this moment, Christine Graves said, "There is nothing wrong with my plan! If we want to kill Wentworth, we can only do so through constant attempts! We can fail countless times, but as long as we succeed once, we will be the winner!"

While Christine Graves was speaking, the black veil happened to pass by the window. Looking at the world shrouded in the black veil, Christine Graves could not help but pause, and then he spoke again: "If I have to say what I did wrong, it is that I should not have believed the intelligence of the intelligence department! I treated the Wu Party as a group of old, weak, sick and disabled remnants!"

"Someone in the intelligence department made a mistake! Someone made a big mistake!"

At the end, there was a hint of trembling in the voice of this originally strong girl.

(End of this chapter)