Chapter 590 He Escaped and He Chased, He...

"It is raining again."

Tom rubbed his sore wrists from the gloomy and dense drizzle, fastened the buttons of his gown, nodded and greeted the doll hanging at the hospital door, went straight through the glass of the window, and stood in the clear Outside department stores with signs closed for renovation and on the streets of London, they stood in the rain.

Pedestrians passing by were not surprised by Tom's sudden appearance. For residents living here, there will always be some passers-by at the door of this old shop that has not been opened for decades. In the words of experts, this street There is a sewer pipeline that has been dusty for many years below. Sometimes the fermented gas rushes up to make people hallucinate. Little urban legend.

What's more, today, there are more lively things attracting people's attention. Not far from Qingjiu Department Store, the entrance of a church hospital was crowded with people. The passers-by who were injured in the accident did not recover after being sent to the hospital. The family members who went to the hospital in a hurry seemed to want to give up God's blessing and turn their hopes to something more magical and belonging to the devil.

This street is a parish with strong Protestant beliefs, and most of the patients sent here are from devout believer families, but some of the people who were picked up by wizards when they were sent to the hospital have even reappeared alive and kicking. On the inclined side alley that is being rebuilt, but their family members have not recovered for a long time, so the family members of the patients blocked the entrance of the mission hospital, trying to take back their relatives.

Although the doctors at the hospital agreed to their request out of consideration for the patient's health, the residents on this street were not satisfied with their decision, so they blocked the entrance of the hospital one after another, trying to prevent them from leaving.

Stretchers and family members huddled together at the door, and the impassioned residents built a human wall to block their way. The educated doctors tried their best to persuade them to get out of the way, but they were quickly labeled as blasphemy. In other words, it is already a great blasphemy for this group of wounded people to go to the wizard's territory to play, and now they had better die at the feet of God, and stop being obsessed with the road of embracing the devil.

The priests in the hospital didn't seem to have expected this situation either. They persuaded the crowd helplessly and anxiously, their voices were hoarse, and the firm belief instilled in the daily life became the most unbreakable high wall at the moment.

"Interesting, isn't it?"

Tom turned his head, and a man wearing a peaked cap was standing beside him with a smile. Although it was hot and humid summer, this man was still wearing a turtleneck sweater, as if he had just returned from some bitter cold place. He looked Looking at Tom, he raised his right hand and gave a hasty wizard salute to show his identity, and said with a smile, "I've been standing here for two hours, do you know what's the funniest thing?"

"Are you also visiting St. Mungo's?" Seeing that the other party was a wizard, Tom nodded his head and asked, "What is it?"

"They weren't so determined at the beginning, but the more these priests talked, the more determined they became," the man smiled and said, "Did you see the silver-haired man opposite? He is my college classmate. I told him a long time ago not to come to this kind of place to find a job, look, it's very troublesome."

"College classmate?" Tom followed his gaze. Among the doctors who were blocked by the crowd, there was a man whose face was not old but whose hair had already turned gray. He is a man of extraordinary bearing, but at the moment he can only see the four characters of "burned and battered" on his face. He looked at the man next to him again. On the crooked neck of the man, there was a dark red scar that was very eye-catching. Tom asked curiously. said, "Did you go to a Muggle university?"

"Yes," the man nodded, and stretched out his right hand to Tom. "Actually, I never went to a school for wizards. After all, I only became a wizard after graduating from university."

"University...does this still teach?" Tom was a little speechless.

"Aha, of course not," the man shook his head, "This is a long story, Mr. Riddle, I came here to thank you."

"You know me?" Tom felt vigilant, and put his right hand into his pocket at the same time.

"Of course, the story of you beating up Williams with that woman named Margaret, I've watched it over and over again." The man smiled, still holding his right hand, and the Deathly Hallows logo slipped from the sleeve , "I'm Ivy Darwin."

"It's you?"

Tom stretched out his hand and shook him gently. He knew the deal between Ivy and Nelson. Nelson once said jokingly: "The magic on that guy is simply a curse of immortality. If someone can take his life , I think it can only be you, Tom."

"I know there is a nice restaurant, have you eaten yet?" Ivy blinked, "I just rushed over and haven't had time to eat, maybe we can talk while eating."

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"I've been in the United States for a while now, and I've been doing some things that Williams commissioned us with Mr. Barburn," Ivy said patiently as he cut the steak. The two sat by the window facing the street, opposite the old Leaky Cauldron Signboard, he scooped up a ball of sauce with a table knife, spread it evenly on the sliced ​​meat, lowered his head and said slowly, "You should know Mr. Barburn, right?"

Tom nodded, and Ivy continued to say: "Then I won't go into too much detail. I have been tracking down the academic exchange meeting led by Dr. Sykes decades ago. By the way, he is also my college classmates."

"Is anyone else your college classmate? Like Gellert Grindelwald or something? If so, you can talk about it all at once."

"No, no, how could Grindelwald be interested in medicine or biology?" Ivy smiled and said, "Dr. Sykes' youngest daughter and my niece have been active in the United States before. I Entrusted by Williams to protect Miss Lorianne in Ilvermorny, I followed her up and investigated her, and made some discoveries."

"Um."

"I found out about the whereabouts of Melissa Sykes, another niece of mine," Ivy said. "Of course, it may be too late to tell this news, but you know, some stories can't be told without telling them." If you understand the process, it will appear endless.”

"With all due respect, Darwin, I think you look much younger than your niece."

"This may be the immortality that you wizards have been pursuing. If I have a chance, I can explain the principle to you in detail, but trust me, you won't want to know, just like you won't want to wait until this pile is covered with sauce. what the cut of meat looked like before it was cooked,” Ivy continued, “while tracking Jokunda, I found a magical sect influenced by Williams, who witnessed Williams in the The movement made by the second Salem resident regards it as a miracle, and it has to be said that in the land of poor faith in the American continent, such a strange sect has new tricks every day."

"I'm not surprised that Gnar is regarded as a god by Muggles," Tom nodded. "The magic he admires is very suitable for preaching. Leaving aside the power and so on, the visual effect is never bad."

"I'm not sure about this, but this sect just hit the emptiness of the Magical Congress of America, and the Act of Secrecy happened to be abolished. Norton II didn't have much manpower and energy to clean up those places where the sky was high and the emperor was far away, so Some wizards took advantage of the loopholes, a group of crappy wizards who couldn't get along in the world of wizards, and even those guys who were buried by you personally didn't want to play with them noticed this group that advocates magic. Packed himself as an emissary to spread magic to make some small money," Ivey continued to tell what he had seen and heard, "At that time, Mr. Bairben was busy eradicating Nurmengard's contact point in Boston, and Williams wanted a second The fast land before Lem, but it is not only a memorial park, but also an important stronghold of the despicable Hai Erbo, so he was temporarily caught and couldn't get out, and Jokunda was in contact with that sect again, so I could only follow alone Sneak in, cooperate with her to rectify them, don't know what's going on, maybe nephews and uncles are an unbreakable truth, as a Muggle, I hang out with wizards all day long, and as a wizard, she stays with Muggles as a whole In the nest, it's quite strange to say."

"What happened later? The retention of that sect may cause trouble."

"I don't know about this. I was only responsible for expelling those wizards who manipulated Muggles. After that, Jokunda was doing it. She didn't even know my existence, and she didn't reveal any clues about her father, but I It quickly became apparent that it was a trap."

"Trap?" Tom, who was already a little sleepy, regained his energy and asked, "What happened?"

"It seems that someone is deliberately using something related to Nelson to delay our time. Those wizards left a poison before they escaped. They said it was poison. In my opinion, it is more like an infectious disease. It will be easily Infecting people who don't have magical powers, making them stubborn, like your love potion, I should have discovered it earlier, it is obviously not the level of that kind of crappy wizard."

Ivy thrust the fork into the steak vigorously, his tone serious.

"I'm not a real wizard, and neither is Bairben. We're all half-assessed, and we don't even know anything about potions. Bairben's partner, Nagini, suggested that I go to New York. Mrs. Scamander asked for help, but the day before I arrived at his house your headmaster called him away and I had to go to his wife, Mrs. Scamander, a professional proud Luo, I didn't realize at all that this kind of potion that can make people stubborn can also work on me-the person who poisoned me seems to know who I am, and the poison he designed seems to be specifically for me , Muggles can transmit it to me who is also a Muggle, but the wizards I deal with can't detect a little bit of difference, it's even working, I stood on the street for two hours, and the group of blocking stretchers The people in my life became more and more determined and stubborn right under my nose."

"Still in effect?" Tom pulled out his wand with lightning speed, pressed it against Ivy's forehead for a moment, and whispered the spell, "The prototype is now."

But Ivy didn't seem to want to be healed. He tilted his head, dodged his wand, and said, "Since I'm here, I have found a way to get past it. I am different from most people. , I can look to other experiences in my past for help, so don't worry. If you try to detox, you may fall into the trap of them delaying us, sorry I keep talking, because without talking like this, I can't tell what I want Your intelligence speaks alone, and I can only include it in my obstinate purpose - to catch up with the fleeing wizards and find the antidote."

Tom nodded. He quickly understood the reason for Ivy's chatter. He was still under the influence of that potion, and he was even in the activities he had done before to achieve his goal. When he came here this time, He also said that "finding Tom Riddle" was embedded in the plan.

"I've been being led around in circles, and the letter that Williams sent me was half a day late," Ivey said. Look at him, the illusion he created can't last long, someone will react soon, take advantage of his leaving to destroy everything he built in London, he hopes I can protect it, but you know, I'm full of brains I just caught those few wizards and didn't think about other things at all. They seemed to have been waiting for this opportunity and arranged a net early. Everyone I could contact in the United States stumbled because of various troubles. I stopped, and while I was waiting for you, I even received a message that Judge Shafik of the Wizengamot was going to find someone to hold you back when you applied for a job as a professor at Hogwarts. Fortunately, he died, and You returned to London just in time to protect Nobby Rich."

Tom narrowed his eyes, and his eyes became stern.

"Everyone is caught up in important things, please pay attention, everyone, Mr. Riddle," Ivy said in a deep voice, "It knows more about Williams than I imagined, this is a picture of at least Before the death of Judge Shafiq, the big net had been woven, and it cleverly used one thing that could not be let go to throw off all the help Williams could get. As far as I know, the direct subordinates of Williams There were also splits and mutinies, all the time so cleverly, and they also knew that Williams had a reason to travel... Do you understand? So I have to remind you that Williams has been traveling for a long time, He's probably on his own, and I'm going to keep chasing those damned guys."