Chapter 381 Tax Audit

"Very clever alchemy." Nelson sat on the ground, loosened his clenched left hand, and the nameplate tied with a string hung down, dangling in his hand like the ancestral pocket watch of hypnotists, " This name not only points to him, but also to me who is close - especially after I have been photographed by the camera of desire."

"What does this have to do with the photo?"

Tom feels guilty that he took that photo of Nelson.

"No." Nelson stared at the swinging nameplate, with a trace of chill in his blackened pupils, "for a master alchemist of this level, he may feel his work when he touches it, just like Lavin Crowe would have sensed the same position of the diadem."

"So..." Tom nodded, "then what he said—"

"It's so funny, I lost my mind when I heard a few words," Nelson smiled self-deprecatingly, swung his arm down, and grabbed the nameplate, "I really thought he knew something, now it seems that he really just read my some thoughts."

"Is it Legilimency?"

"No, to be honest, my Occlumency is impeccable," Nelson shook his head. "It's some kind of magical way of feeling emotions... It seems that only the strongest emotions can be analyzed, such as fear, anger, desire, For the purest emotion like longing, I think I should let Penguin analyze that camera well."

"Sounds tricky," Tom frowned. "How do you simply kill a person who can be doubled?"

He was already sharpening his knife, wishing he could kill Daguerre immediately.

"It's a bit like Hai Erbo with horcruxes, but he doesn't need to destroy his horcruxes," Nelson analyzed. "He came to see my body as if it was made of animals. If the price is not high, find him The ontology of the body may not be a simple matter."

Tom looked murderous: "Just kill them one by one."

"Fortunately, I can still use the nameplate to keep in touch with him just now."

"What? Is there any way to undo it?"

"Yes, there are many such as destroying this nameplate, but why should I remove it? I can find him, but he can only be passive," Nelson rubbed his eyes, and his eyes returned to clear blue. Daguerre was wearing a top hat A sly face appeared in his eyes, "He has already irritated me, and now he should be the one who wants to destroy this connection."

"Master Wertling!"

A short figure ran out of Hogsmeade village, saw Nelson on the top of the mountain from a distance, and shouted loudly. He was holding his hat with a flustered expression, and his striped tie was crookedly draped over his shoulders. It was an old style from the last century. The suit was run crumpled.

After confirming Nelson's location, he raised his wand, spun on the spot, and soon appeared beside the two.

"Hold... sorry..." the short man supported his knees and said out of breath, "I couldn't determine your location at the beginning."

"This has nothing to do with you." Nelson looked at the hidden Deathly Hallows logo on the back of his tie, and nodded. The chef who seemed to be the central chef was said to be an Italian Auror who was good at escaping. "That's not something you can fight against." Enemy, what's more, you are just a messenger, aren't you?"

"Punish me to go to the Sahara Desert!"

The man's eyes instantly became watery.

"Okay, I have something for you to do."

"Just tell me!" The man put away his expression in just a second, stood straight in front of Nelson, and easily entered the working state, even taking out a piece of parchment for recording.

"Find Penguin, let him disassemble and study the camera carefully, don't let go of the lens cap, especially alchemy - if he doesn't know alchemy, learn it, or find someone who can do alchemy," Nelson ordered, "Get him to submit the report to me as soon as possible."

"Understood, Mr. Wertling," the man said seriously, "Penguin should host the launch of the factory in Antarctica, and I will pass through the center later."

Um? He didn't call Penguin "Master", it seems that he may not be a subordinate of Penguin - Nelson felt that he had failed a bit as a "leader". I learned from the letter from Andre that there seemed to be such a thing.

After thinking about it, he felt relieved, as long as he could get the job done, whoever did it by what method? After all, this is the "bad" atmosphere he brought out during the years when he was on the job in Krakow; what's more, if you look deeper, with Penguin's nagging style, what normal person can he find?

"In addition, to investigate Daguerre, the most wanted criminal by the Magical Congress of America, I need him for a century... no, all the information since the establishment of Second Salem," Nelson narrowed his eyes, and said, "maybe even more Before, he should have used many pseudonyms. The last one was Louis Jacques Mungo Daguerre. Find and see who has disappeared without being caught, rest assured, Norton II will give you face."

"clear."

"He should have magic shops all over the world as cover. There is one on the southeast road of the hiding place. After leaving here, you immediately take someone there to find him. If there is no one, take all the things in the shop with you. Give it to me—that's the first thing, go now."

"Got it, Lord Wertling!" The man raised his wand and began to spin it in circles.

"Practice apparation." Nelson looked helplessly at the performance that was about to turn him dizzy, "Isn't it uncomfortable to turn around?"

The man smiled awkwardly, turned around three times, and quickly disappeared.

"It makes me dizzy." Tom curled his lips. He glanced at Nelson and took out the nameplate again, and asked sharply, "What are you doing!"

"Don't be nervous, Tom." Nelson pinched the string holding the nameplate with two fingers and swung it in the air. "A little experiment."

The rope rubbed against the ring that appeared on the finger at some point, and the mist climbed up along the rope, covering the nameplate, making the unclear name even more hazy.

...

Thousands of miles away, in France, in a hidden place, Daguerre is standing in his alchemy shop, surrounded by rows of towering shelves that reach the ceiling, and those shelves are under his command, wrapping many alchemy materials like empty cardboard boxes Fold over and snap the pieces closer to each other.

Suddenly, the folding movement of the shelves stopped, and Daguerre, who was standing in the center, felt a suffocating sense of envelopment, as if a ferocious but patient beast was watching him in the dark corner of the store. He fluctuated violently, his eyes covered by the shadow of the top hat suddenly widened, two lines of bright red blood tears burst from the corners of his eyes, and the viscous blood flowed down his cheeks, hanging on his banana-like beard.

"Damn..." He clutched his chest, feeling that there seemed to be a big hole there, his lungs convulsed due to the severe pain, squeezing out all the remaining air, and he couldn't even breathe smoothly, "Killed Who? Didn’t even the memory come back?”

The feeling of panic as if falling into a cage became more and more intense. Daguerre clutched his chest and held on to the half-compressed shelves. It can penetrate shelves and walls, and the two eyes are even nervous enough to look in different directions.

The blood oozing from the eye sockets spread on the eyeballs, quickly covering his eyes, and covering everything in his eyes with a blood-colored flame-like filter.

In a daze, Daguerre saw a man wearing a soft felt hat standing in the flames, his face was covered by the flames, and only his clean chin was exposed. He raised his arms in the flames, and the corners of his mouth were raised, showing his prey-like expression. With a mocking smile, his fingers lightly slid across his throat, making a provocative throat-cutting salute.

"who?"

Daguerre closed his eyes, but the bloody image still lingered. He knelt down on the ground, and the shelves he was supporting continued to fold up.

"Tell me who you are and what you want!"

The man in the flames smiled disdainfully, held on to the brim of his hat, and disappeared into the increasingly fierce flames.

The flames gradually heated up from crimson red, and gradually turned blue. The disordered flames gathered together and condensed into an indescribably terrifying giant beast, puffing high temperature and rushing towards Daguerre.

"ah!"

A scream resounded above the hiding place, and Daguerre felt as if his eyes were being tortured with a red-hot iron. The pain he hadn't felt for many years stimulated his brain along every nerve. It is even gradually spreading to his old soul—his sense of pain has long been numb over time, but this pain has awakened his memories accumulated over the years.

The shelf, meanwhile, folds completely and snaps together to form a silver suitcase with handles.

The screams attracted passers-by and shopkeepers around, and Daguerre felt that a group of wizards who appeared on the street at the same time were divided into two teams and outflanked in their direction.

"Who the hell..."

He had no energy left for anger, and if he hadn't passed Nelson in Boston before, he would have known who owned the floppy hat, but without knowing it he would even have nothing at once--those The wizard was getting closer and closer, but his weak and trembling hands could no longer hold the box due to the severe pain of his soul. In the end, Daguerre, who was good at surviving, made the most correct choice.

He let go of the silver box, and his body exploded a second before the wizards broke in, turning into a group of moths covered in scales. Eyes, they quickly drilled into every gap in the store, leaving only the empty facade.

"boom!"

There was a bang from the door, and the next second, the door and its frame slammed against the opposite wall. A small wizard with a wand came in murderously with a group of wizards in black robes. Shouted, "Tax inspector! Hold on tight, everyone!"

No one responded to him in the empty shop, but the surrounding shops closed their doors tightly after hearing the shout.

"boom!"

It was the same magic again, and another group of wizards in the same costume broke in through the back door.

"There's no one behind."

"Oil the soles of your feet, yes," the short wizard ordered, "Don't take it lightly, follow the procedure first."

Before he could even finish talking about the Anti-Apparition Charm, the last moth hiding in a crack in the floorboards resignedly exploded into a swarm of reptiles, burrowed into the ground, and disappeared.

After repeated inspections, the wizards confirmed that there were only the boxes placed in the center and the top hats left on the side, and there were no shelves left in the store.

The saint who led the team picked up the hat with magic, inspected it, and finally sighed, "It's a pity, it looks like he just ran away."

"If the guys from Nurmengard came instead, they might not even be able to find a hat."

"Yeah, if another wizard comes, maybe even the store has moved."

The saints behind him comforted their little leader.

"What are you talking about! My lord's information is so timely that we can't catch anyone. What's the difference between us and the boring mediocre you say?"

"Ah... we were wrong, please don't send us to—"

"If you make a mistake, you have to make up for it. According to your lord's instructions, move all the things in the store to the center, and put them in the warehouse next to his office—the floor, the wall, and the signboard at the door... In short, except for the building. Pry away everything other than the main body!"

The saints inside and outside the store were busy, but the shopkeepers next door were terrified. Their hearts were full of fear: When did the tax inspection become so scary?

...

"What are you doing?"

Tom looked at Nelson like an idiot. At this moment, Nelson was closing his eyes, and he had put on full armor—put on the Invisibility Cloak, picked up the Elder Wand, and even the tip of his little finger appeared. The snake-like green ring imprint, but this look looks too funny-a solitary head floats in the air, the imprint on the little finger casts a layer of green on the head, and the hand holding the old wand is on the neck The position is drawn and pulled.

The way he scratched his neck was too funny, as if some strange illness had aggravated.

"I have to say that although the Haierbo people are disgusting, his curse is still very useful." Nelson opened his eyes, as if he had noticed the strangeness of his own image, so he quickly took off the invisibility cloak and put it on the lonely head. He took off his body and showed Tom the nameplate that was dyed green in his hand, "Curse, the effect is outstanding."

"what's the situation?"

"It seems that Daguerre's magic is a bit dull. He doesn't seem to be able to obtain the information from the quickly annihilated clone," Nelson said in a relaxed tone. "His own magic may be much worse than I imagined. , but even more peculiar."

"strange?"

"It's so strange that it doesn't look like a wizard, but it looks like those magic users who have been lost in history," Nelson put away the sacred artifact, thinking, "Professor Binns may understand these histories, what we need to figure out now is, Daguerre What are you going to do next to Hogwarts?"