It took Amorta a little time to find Glamorgan Square, as Dongxi mentioned it only by saying 'a rundown neighborhood in the northwest of London'. However, the scope of 'northwest London' was too broad, and Amorta couldn't possibly go around every muggle street and ask people if they had heard of Glamorgan Square.
However, having been on the outside for a few years, Amorta with his rich experience was not the first time he encountered such problems.
That evening, after returning to London and resting for a night at the inn, early the next morning he went to the largest muggle police station in the area. He boldly entered, under the cover of a Disapparating charm, hypnotized a policeman, found the records room, and spent half an hour before successfully locating Glamorgan Square.
Before setting off, he also stopped by a fast-food restaurant for breakfast. When he arrived at the three-mile surrounding area of Glamorgan Square using muggle methods, the sun had already risen to the center of the sky.
"It is indeed a dilapidated place."
In the 24-hour convenience store three miles away, behind the clean glass windows, Amorta, who was eating a hot dog, sized up the neighborhood that was nearly out of the city and murmured.
It was daytime, but there were few cars and muggle passersby on the main streets. The tall lampposts on either side were heavily damaged, and a gust of wind blew away the discarded old newspapers that were left by the roadside, twirling them up into the air and hanging them on a clothesline outside a house.
There were traces of magic in the air - this did not surprise Amorta, as he had anticipated this situation in advance. If not, he would not have deliberately approached here using muggle methods.
Surveillance magic is the work of the Death Eaters, who monitor a large area around Grimmauld Place. As soon as they detect someone using magic in this area, the next second, a Death Eater appears behind you and threatens to lock you up or something...
However, there is no ban on Apparition within the area. In fact, the Death Eaters even wish for Sirius Black to do so.
So... how should he approach the house? Amorta, whose cheeks were puffed up, pondered in his mind.
Within this area, there's not only surveillance magic but also a considerable number of Death Eaters. They form a network, with points connecting to lines and lines forming a grid, centered around Grimmauld Place. They cover the three-mile radius evenly, neither overlooking any gaps nor failing to support each other in the event of an attack.
Amorta is not new to dealing with Death Eaters, and he does acknowledge their 'expertise'. However, their problem lies in not being able to deal with 'high-tech' wizards.
Going in disguised as a Golden Viper is no problem for Amorta, but he doesn't want to do it. 'Golden Viper' is an identity he has been using for years, with some level of fame and prestige. Amorta doesn't want to make this identity hostile to the Ministry of Magic.
For the stability of the magical world, the Ministry of Magic can tolerate some law-breaking by wizards in the underworld, but this tolerance certainly would not be shown in the case of Sirius Black.
Change his disguise?
This is not a problem... but thinking about Tongxi, who was discharged from St. Mungo's Hospital not long ago, Amorta hesitated for a moment and finally gave up this idea.
Thump, thump, thump...
Amorta stared blankly at the desolate neighborhood, lightly tapping the table with a rhythm. After a while, the tapping suddenly stopped, and his raised fingers hovered in mid-air. Amorta's lips curved into a smile for no reason.
"Then, let's divert the tiger from its mountain..."
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The night is darkening, and the dim moonlight is gradually obscured by the moving black clouds. The shadows emerge like a tide from one end of the street, slowly but firmly pulling the world into an eerie atmosphere.
Gurgle -- gurgle --
A few frightened ravens took flight from the overgrown grass in the center of Glamorgan Square, quickly crossing the roofs and disappearing into the darkness. Their harsh, hoarse cries made the deep night even more ominous.
Puff...
In a dark alleyway to the south of Glamorgan Square, Dongxi, wearing a dark cloak, was sheltering in the shadows of a utility pole. He took a deep breath and looked towards the direction of the small buildings on the 11th and 13th floors of Building 11. However, his eyes were filled with exhaustion.
At that moment, a faint sound behind made Dongxi shudder involuntarily. Instantly alert, she turned around and saw that the figure approaching was one that was even darker than the darkness around it. Letting out a breath, she rubbed her shoulders and slowly put down the wand in her hand.
"I'm here to relieve you, Dongxi. You can find somewhere to rest for a while now--"
The words, spoken in a stable and deep voice, caused Dongxi, who looked exhausted, to slightly perk up her spirits. However, she did not immediately follow the order and leave.
"I think we're just wasting our time, Kingsley."
After glancing at the square that showed no signs of activity, Dongxi lowered her voice and complained.
"Since Black escaped from Azkaban, we've been guarding here, but so far we've achieved nothing. I say we should send all the Death Eaters to the vicinity of Hogwarts, search through Hogsmeade... and the Forbidden Forest. Instead of wasting precious time and energy here, Kingsley!" Dongxi grumbled, her voice barely audible.
"You have a point, Dongxi."
Unexpectedly, Kingsley did not dismiss Dongxi's opinion. Clearly, he had a similar judgment in his mind.
Kingsley stood beside Dongxi, both silent and facing the dilapidated square. After a long time, Kingsley took a deep breath and said again,
"But Black is a Death Eater, Dongxi. You haven't experienced those times, so you don't know how cruel and cunning they are... as long as there's a possibility, we cannot ignore it."
"Alright, you're right, Kingsley. But perhaps you could arrange for me to go to Hogsmeade? At least, during my off-duty time, I can find an old friend to have a drink with--"
Dongxi fiddled with her slightly faded, almost more like dry grass than hair, pink locks, grumbling discontentedly.
"Staying up late really does harm to people, I've been noticing that I'm losing my hair at an alarming rate recently--"
Boom!
Like a deep, rumbling thunderclap from another direction, a loud, bloodcurdling scream accompanied the sudden burst of brilliant fireworks in mid-air, which instantly set this previously quiet and menacing night ablaze!
"Stop, Black!"
As the fireworks settled, an angry shout caused the faces of Tangxi and Kingsley to change.
"It's the voice of a Death Eater!" exclaimed Tangxi with disbelief in her eyes and a sharp breath, "Black... he actually came back here!"
Kingsley's face was stern, and he did not respond.
He pointed his wand towards the void, and with a low mutter, a graceful, shining snow leopard emerged from a cloud of silvery mist.
Kingsley stepped forward quickly, using his wand to inject a message into the leopards' brain. The leopards then leaped nimbly in mid-air a few times before suddenly disappearing in front of them.
"Kingsley?" Tangxi was confused and didn't understand, "What are you doing? We should... "
"To prevent a repetition of past mistakes, Tangxi," Kingsley said calmly, "Let's go, Tangxi. Let's send that scum back to Azkaban!"
