Chapter 372

Memory emerges

The next second, Devereux felt a familiar yet slightly strange experience - as if he had fallen into a meditation basin, but this time it was different from an immersive memory shuttle, more like passively watching a blurred and broken movie.

The pictures flowed frame by frame, and the details were mixed with the confusion of time, flashing before his eyes like a revolving lantern.

——Snowy Finland.

Goose-feather-like snowflakes covered the entire city, and the street lights cast dim light and shadows in the night. There were few pedestrians on the streets, and the cold wind was enough to freeze the skin.

Mohammed sat in a simple chess and card room, bowed his head and carefully wiped the gun in his hand.

It was a well-maintained Beretta 92FS, and the metal smoothbore glowed coldly under the faint candlelight. His expression was focused and his movements were skillful, as if every disassembly and wiping was a kind of piety that was almost ritualistic.

——The scene changed, the door of the chess and card room was pushed open, a gust of cold wind swept in with snowflakes, and a man in a suit and leather shoes walked in.

He wore black leather gloves, his eyes were sinister, and he casually dropped a heavy bag, and the dull sound of metal collisions echoed in the room.

Muhammad stopped his hand and gently opened the bag, and a shining gold galleon coin came into view.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his eyes flashed with a dangerous light, like a beast that smelled blood.

"What is the mission?"

Muhammad asked, his tone calm, with a kind of habitual indifference.

——Then, the picture suddenly blurred and turned into chaos.

A low and distant voice echoed in Devero's consciousness.

The voice did not belong to humans or any known creatures. It was far and near, like some indescribable whispers, lingering in Muhammad's memory.

Devero frowned slightly, he didn't understand.

This surprised him a little - you know, he has the entry of [Language Expert], so it stands to reason that no language should be unfamiliar to him.

But at this moment, he could only feel that the voice had a strange rhythm that made his scalp numb, as if every syllable carried some indescribable power.

And Muhammad's expression at this moment was unprecedentedly fanatical. He closed his eyes tightly, with the corners of his mouth raised, as if he was listening to some oracle.

- The scene suddenly switched.

Finland, Poland, England... In just one month, Muhammad used a gun to massacre at least hundreds of wizards!

Bars, black markets, secret gatherings... In one building after another, the blood of wizards splashed on the walls, the screams of fear stopped abruptly, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and death.

Muhammad walked among the corpses of wizards, without a trace of hesitation on his face, and even... with an almost pious excitement.

Devereux couldn't help but be amazed.

This guy... How much does he hate wizards?

The number of wizards killed in the past few days alone is probably enough to catch up with the casualties of a small battle.

——The memory continued to flash back, and Muhammad changed into a bartender's uniform, revealing a shiny bald head, and his face suddenly turned into the appearance of Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron bartender.

The scene also officially came to Diagon Alley.

Seeing this scene, Deveraux's face sank. To be honest, Tom was his friend anyway, but he was killed like this...

After that, he must not let this cheap relative have an easy time.

Then Deveraux saw Muhammad enter a secret room. In the room, Blackwood and the Ministry of Magic official were waiting there. The three of them were talking in a low voice, with a deep and cold tone.

Deveraux nodded slightly, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Sure enough, Blackwood... is a member of the Priory of Tindalos.

This guy is really well hidden. When he was doing drug research in Hogwarts before, Deveraux did not doubt him.

But since entering Diagon Alley, his whereabouts have made Deveraux feel suspicious. Now it seems that he is not only a member of the hermitage, but also participated in planning the massacre of wizards.

But compared with Muhammad, he should not be a core member of the Tindalos Hermitage.

Because Deveraux did not see the term "Listener" similar to Muhammad on Blackwood.

And from the content of their conversation, the three of them seemed to be cooperating, not a team.

But... what is the origin of the cage-shaped time machine that Blackwood gave him?

And it is also claimed that it was given to him by Professor Snape...

There has been no clue about this thing.

And most of the content of Snape's whereabouts came from this person. In an instant, Deveraux felt something was wrong.

The uneasiness in his heart began to spread. Has Snape suffered from their murderous hands? !

At this moment, the conversation between the three people led the picture to go deeper.

- Gringotts Underground Treasure House.

Their target is right there, but what they said...really the Riddler, and there is no content in this Muhammad's memory that he reviewed.

He prayed a lot from time to time.

Combined with the scene of a huge golden pillar emerging from Gringotts on the street before.

Devereux frowned more tightly, and he had gradually pieced together a not-so-complete thread, but the next second, the picture changed again.

- The Leaky Cauldron, the kitchen.

Mohammed, disguised as Tom, quietly appeared and looked at the bound Snape indifferently. Then, he dragged him away without saying a word.

Deveraux was shocked. Has Snape met with an accident? !

Just as Deveraux was about to look down, a Tindalos hound howled and rushed over.

Deveraux looked at the hound that suddenly appeared, and a trace of impatience appeared on his face.

He snorted coldly and swung his wand suddenly.

"Thunder Explosion!"

A red and violent fire exploded, and the hot shock wave tore through the air, swallowing the Tindalos hound instantly!

It let out a twisted howl, and the next second, the flesh and blood and the cracks in the space were shattered together, like a burst bubble, and were completely wiped out.

But this is far from over.

Almost at the same time, the earth began to tremble violently, as if something was waking up.

Deveraux raised his head suddenly, and saw the Hogwarts booth in the distance shaking violently, as if it could not bear some kind of terrifying existence.

That was the only place he had no time to deal with when he arranged the alchemy array, and now... a terrible breath was spreading from the crack!

Boom!!!

Accompanied by a loud noise that shook the earth, a monster ten times larger than the ordinary Tindalos hound emerged from the ruins of the booth!

Its body was covered with deep black and blue scales, its muscles were like cast iron, and strange light patterns could be vaguely seen at the joints.

Compared with those of its kind with very unstable structures and textures, it was a qualitative leap.

Its limbs were stronger than those of normal Tindalos hounds, and every step it took caused the ground to crack, like a nightmare beast from the abyss.

The most terrifying thing was that its pair of dark blue eyes - like a crack in the endless void, locked onto Deveraux.

The next moment, it let out a deafening roar, and the sound waves were like a tidal wave, shaking the air to twist.

Then, it stretched out its limbs and rushed towards Deveraux at lightning speed!

Boom-Boom-Boom-

The booths along the way were instantly crushed by it. Both wizard and Muggle booths were torn apart under this terrifying impact, and the debris of the building was scattered, as if a meteor was dragging a trajectory of destruction and crushing!

Deveraux's expression was still indifferent.

He slowly put away his wand, his eyes were terrifyingly calm, as if the one rushing in front of him was not a disaster beast, but an insignificant little character.

His left hand reached for Al's mouth, and pulled out a piece of dark blue scales from the mouth of the silver snake-like creature.

The scales were smooth and tough, and faintly permeated with the breath of magic, as if it was the remains of some ancient giant beast.

At the same time, Al continued to spit out gold coins from his mouth, but these gold coins did not fall to the ground. Instead, they turned into strands of dazzling golden threads in mid-air, entwined with the texture of the scales, as if alive, exuding a palpitating breath.

Deverot looked coldly at the huge beast running towards him, and without hesitation, he draped the scales on his left arm, and then whispered an extremely cold word:

"Damn, you are annoying..."

The next moment, his left arm suddenly burst into a dazzling blue-gold light, and the scales quickly merged into the skin, and the flesh and blood squirmed, turning into a ferocious claw!

"Alchemy·Dragon Claw!"

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