Chapter 350 Air Encounter

"Oh? Could it be that you are Mr. Williams?"

A man with thinning hair and wrinkled skin raised his head from behind the bar. He spoke English with an Eastern European accent, which was incompatible with the dirty and dilapidated bar. His voice was as sharp and piercing as fingernails on a blackboard. feeling.

The bar counter seems to be made of wood, but it is covered with black dirt. It seems that it has not been cleaned for a long time. There is no alcohol smell in the bar, only a faint smell, like musty and blood mixed in The stench fermented together, and the furnishings in the bar were very similar to the Troka bar in London. They were all the time seducing those bad memories of Nelson, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

"I am." Nelson poked his head out from behind Tom and took off his hat. "Sir, Professor Binns asked me to come to you."

"Bins?"

The man stood up on the bar, jumped off the chair with a "poof", and a few seconds later pushed the bar partition and moved out. Only then did Nelson get a full view of him. He is an old goblin, but he shouldn't be so short. Looking down from the hem of his clothes, this man has no legs, so he moves on the ground by relying on the broken parts of his body. Maybe he can't feel the pain, or maybe he's right The pain was already numb, and even without legs, he "walked" like flying, and easily climbed up to the chair in front of the bar, beckoning them to sit down.

"That's right," Nelson held his hat in front of his chest, sat down opposite him, and replied, "We're here to investigate Hai Erbo's Horcrux, and we hope we can get some help from you."

"You're welcome, but is Binns the ghost professor at Hogwarts?" He curled his lips and said, "Albus Dumbledore asked me to wait for you two here, so to speak , is he Tom Riddle?"

He looked over Nelson and looked at Tom who was the first to enter the door. After getting an affirmative answer, he said, "Introduce yourself, you can call me Troka."

"Troka?" Nelson raised his eyebrows. There is a vampire owner in a bar in London, and his name is also Troka.

"What's the matter?" Old Troka tilted his head and asked, "Is my name strange?"

"No, Monsieur Troca, but I have seen a gentleman with your name in London."

"I know him," Old Troka nodded, "the naming rules for vampires are a bit special."

"Are you a vampire too?"

"Not like it?" Old Troka laughed at himself, "Indeed, you probably haven't seen such a short vampire before."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you."

"It's okay, I don't care," Old Troka's cloudy old eyes flashed a blood red that only belongs to vampires, he clenched his fists and said, "To tell you the truth, my legs are the ones you wanted seventy years ago. Those Muggles cut me off, they wanted me to be Obscure, but what young wizards can do, young vampires can't do, but I escaped and waited for two people who could help me get revenge, no Is it?"

A simple sentence told a story that was unexpected but reasonable. Nelson looked at Old Troka and nodded silently.

Old Troka grinned grinningly, rubbing his blunt teeth, "I'll have someone send you to Salem, but before that, you need some reasonable camouflage."

He clapped his hands, and a clerk who couldn't tell the race brought out two unconscious people from the back door, and he showed Nelson a kind and ferocious smile, "I caught it the day before yesterday, and it's still fresh, do you need to torture yourself? "

His eager expression froze when he saw Nelson shaking his head, so he searched out two copper coins with broken wand patterns from the two men with a straight face, and flicked them towards Tom and Nelson, "Well, really no Mood, take these two steel coins and stick them together, you will know where Salem is, these beasts are all in groups of two, don’t blame me for not reminding.”

Nelson reached out and grabbed the two copper coins spinning in the air. He didn't want to stay in this place for a second. After saying goodbye, they left the bar quickly with the suitcase.

Just when the two walked out of the store and stood in the not so warm sunlight, the wooden door closed behind them with a "bang", followed by the sound of water splashing on the ground.

"This vampire..." Tom looked back at the illegible signboard, "It's very different from my impression."

"I'm afraid he suffered a lot in Second Salem. It sounds like he was arrested as a wizard when he was a child, but he didn't meet their standards." Nelson shook his head. The magic power that is rampant but has nowhere to vent is dangerous."

"Is he strong?"

"No, I mean, he could blow himself up."

"He doesn't care about Horcruxes at all, and he doesn't care about the crisis that Herbo may bring. He only cares about whether we can help him avenge Second Salem." Nelson narrowed his eyes, "Dumbledore rarely has such anger in his heart." My friend, I can't imagine what happened to torture him into such a morbid state, but although he didn't say anything, I still got some information we need."

"What? Where is Salem?" Tom took the two coins from Nelson and fiddled with them.

"Our journey may not be too easy." Although his tone was extremely cautious, Nelson's expression was relaxed. "We may even encounter unexpected dangers."

"You mean the Magical Congress of America?"

"You guessed it too, Tom."

"I also feel that something is wrong. If Professor Binns or Dumbledore really want us to solve the problem here as soon as possible, then it is undoubtedly the most convenient way to turn to the local Ministry of Magic, but the local snake who received us is a half-crippled vampires, that's pretty self-explanatory."

"Yes, it looks like they may have some problems."

While playing with the two unknown coins, Tom said: "This Troka said that he was caught seventy years ago, which proves that the theft of wizard children in Second Salem began at least seventy years ago. It’s just started, not to mention the evidence of him escaping from it, there is no reason for the Magical Congress of America not to quickly wipe out these vulnerable Muggles.”

"But they didn't, and even seventy years later, they are still rampant," Nelson rubbed his chin, and said, "I never understood why the majestic Magic Council couldn't even deal with stragglers made of Muggles. Now it seems that they It seems that there is no real intention to wipe out Second Salem... What's even more funny is that even Tina was kept in the dark."

As soon as Nelson finished speaking, it seemed that he had found the right angle. The two coins in Tom's hands were pressed together tightly with a "thud". One of them was still a broken wand, but the other was put back together. A complete one, with the shaking of Tom's arm, it swayed slowly like a compass.

Tom put the coin flat in his palm, his wand shook, and pointed firmly to the northeast, but there was still a slight deviation from Salem on the map.

"Sure enough, they didn't just stay in Salem swaggeringly, let's go."

The two picked up the box and walked quickly towards the direction indicated by the coin.

The two who had cast the magic walked quickly, seemingly taking a walk, but they approached the border of Boston in just half an hour. There are many slums here, and the dark side of the bright people in the city center is quietly breeding here.

Along the way, Nelson and Tom have encountered several waves of malicious figures blocking them from the corner of the street, but based on the principle of not easily using magic to attack Muggles and not causing trouble, they chose to leave quickly. The gangsters couldn't stop them, but they saw two well-dressed people coming from a distance, but they only saw the empty street when they walked forward. In just a few tens of minutes, another urban legend appeared. Born in this harbor city.

Finally, after getting rid of the locust-like hooligans, Nelson and Tom set foot on the outskirts of land.

Standing beside the barren field, Nelson looked at the direction pointed by the coin and parted ways from the main road.

"There's no one here, shall we fly?"

Tom suddenly took out a streamlined broom from the box. This broom was slender and beautiful. It was the popular Silver Arrow series. Looking at the astonished Nelson, Tom let the broom float by his hand and stepped on it.

"When did you buy it?"

"A long time ago, didn't you find out? This is an old style," Tom raised his eyebrows, and said proudly, "If you really don't know how to ride a broom, I can consider giving you a ride."

But Nelson was not in a hurry. He grabbed the gap in his pocket and gently opened it. Silver light gushed out of his pocket like a waterfall and quickly gathered at his feet. After a while, a silver skateboard more beautiful than a broom appeared At his feet, Nelson stepped on it, and a few good buckles were born on the board to fix his feet on it.

He waved his finger lightly, and a mayfly flew in front of Tom and took the suitcase from his hand. Suddenly, a red light flashed, and the suitcase disappeared. Tom took a closer look and found that his own suitcase was hidden inside The cavity in the belly of a tiny mayfly.

"No, will your alchemy creatures use the traceless stretching spell?" Tom raised his eyebrows in surprise, "You have this thing, why didn't you take it out earlier."

"I set it up in advance. I have a few mayflies that are specially used to carry things. I used that little silver ball to transform it," Nelson stuffed his luggage into the skateboard under his feet, and smiled, "To let you exercise, Tom. "

"Hmph." Tom shrugged, noncommittal.

"I have an interesting idea." Standing up, Nelson looked at Tom and smiled.

"Make one for me too," Tom looked enviously at Nelson's advanced aircraft, and was stunned, "What an interesting idea."

I saw Nelson raised his wand and lightly tapped it on Tom's back. Tom only felt a cold breath spreading from his vest to his whole body, but it stopped abruptly when it touched the front.

"Phantom spell? Are you so cautious?"

"No, this is not an ordinary disillusionment spell." Nelson did the same, and nodded behind himself. "This is a half disillusionment spell. From the front, it is clear, but the back is invisible."

After all, he turned around, and the effect was exactly the same as what he said.

"Can you see it from the front?" Tom raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, if our guess is correct, the wizards of the Magical Congress of America may be closer to Second Salem than us." Then, Nelson took out the black mask Tom gave him and put it on his face, "Let's go , Remember to wear a mask, or your face will be blown crooked."

As soon as the words fell, a silver light flashed, and Nelson's figure had disappeared.

Tom glanced at the silver arrow under his buttocks with distaste, kicked the ground with his foot, and flew into the air with a whoosh.

Tom, who flew into the clouds, found Nelson who was waiting. The two looked at each other through the mask, and flew towards the direction pointed by the coin at full speed.

"Did you say that Quidditch games can use transportation other than brooms?!"

Tom asked loudly against the wind.

"What are you thinking?" Nelson said with a smile, "Then I fly a plane and knock out all the contestants, so I can happily find the snitch all by myself!"

Nelson was flying very comfortably. In front of him, a group of mayflies arranged in a flock of geese were diligently breaking through the wind, which gave him more energy to discuss Quidditch with Tom as a fan, but although Tom flew well , but he didn’t like this sport, even after flying for a while, because he disliked the broomstick too much, he simply threw it back into the bag, and he flew forward in that cool way of blowing black smoke, although Consumes mana, but at least it looks a lot better.

In this way, the two chatted while flying, and Nelson even explained vividly like a Quidditch master how to avoid the Bludger.

"Like this, Tom, with just a light shoulder shake—"

Nelson shook his shoulders, demonstrating to Tom.

"Whoosh!"

A red light suddenly shot from obliquely in front of him, just as Nelson, who was showing the movement of avoiding the Bludger, dodged it, he reacted instantly, raised his wand, and pointed at the dark clouds under his feet.

The wizard who attacked and even flew into the sky was captured by the mayfly in the cloud early. Under Nelson's order, the mayfly hiding in the thick dark cloud stimulated their energy.

"boom!"

Intense lightning flashed, and the clouds were as soft and white as cotton candy one second, and suddenly became violent the next second. The accumulated thunder was stirred by the mayfly, and the two people's feet suddenly flashed and thundered.

Nelson and Tom raised the altitude, and after the thunder, there was a heavy rain under their feet.

The five drenched wizards rushed out of the dark clouds on brooms. Although they were embarrassed, their formation was not affected.

"Auror?"