Chapter 668 Curse, Look in the Mirror

"Wilfried, how is the situation over there?"

On a small convex color monitor on the wall, a figure almost hidden in the darkness moved, and his voice came through the telephone receiver.

"Everything is fine." Wilfrid put his feet on the desk, took a sip of coffee leisurely, and looked at the werewolf on the monitor with a smile, "Oh~, my God, no matter how many times you watch Every time, I will think this monster is amazing."

At this moment, a blond girl in a black skirt and suit walked over, placed the file box in her hand on the corner of the table where the camera could see it, and opened it.

"Look~" Wilfrid said to the person on the monitor very proudly, "This is my achievement. I easily obtained at least 10 different hair samples through a barber shop, and I went in to visit the warehouse for business negotiations team, obtained several wolf hairs, and a private clinic provided blood samples obtained by caesarean section."

"They will be sent back with today's tapes."

A flash of fire flashed in the monitor, and the person inside picked up a cigarette and took a deep breath of smoke, "It's not enough, Wilfrid, it's not enough!"

Wilfrid laughed, twisted his body and let the office chair slide under him, so that the camera could capture more scenes behind him.

"Did you see that cute little sister? The youngest member of our team, even though he is wearing a black suit like everyone else, still stands out from the crowd, showing a dazzling brilliance, so hot, sexy, and alluring. "

The person behind the monitor sneered, "Wilfried, I hope you understand, in my position, what kind of woman do you want, you..."

Before he finished speaking, Wilfried raised his finger and shook it, interrupting him.

"No, no, of course I don't want to give her to you, she is our team member."

Wilfried licked the corner of his mouth, a look of shrewdness appeared on his face, "There is a little wolf cub who is studying at school and is obsessed with our little hot girl."

"Maybe after a while, he will run away from home because his family doesn't agree with him dating ordinary people. I know, I know there are wizards behind these beasts, don't worry, everything will look very normal."

"He will experience a car accident and be taken to the hospital by our little beauty."

"Then……"

He gave a weird laugh and clapped his hands, "His body will be secretly transported to our laboratory."

"Afterwards, the police will seal up this black hospital."

"Everything will die without proof."

"Oh ho ho ho ho..." Wilfrid smiled smugly, "No one will find out anything."

"very good……"

The man on the opposite side of the monitor is clearly happy with this approach.

At this moment, a cold voice came in from the door, "I also have a plan, do you want to hear it?"

Immediately, everyone in the room pulled out their guns from their tactical straps and pointed at the entrance.

"Who are you?" Wilfried stood up, frowning, and quickly made tactical gestures to the secretary with his hands behind his back, which probably meant to ask the secretary to take the file box on the table first while he was in a hurry. Protect.

"Hey, how did you get in here." Wilfrid walked slowly towards the entrance, "Our room is very secret, and the secret door can't be opened with ordinary tools."

He approached slowly, giving enough time for the surrounding team members to adjust their fighting posture.

When he got closer, he saw a tall and handsome little boy, followed by a little girl who looked like an aristocratic girl, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

The clothes on them...

This is a wizard's robe, he recognizes it!

"wizard!"

Wilfried yelled in horror, "Shoot, shoot now!"

However, no one moved at all. Everyone seemed to be petrified, still maintaining a half-squatting posture with their guns raised. For a while, the entire room became extremely quiet.

Anton walked down the steps with a gloomy face, and said to him very sincerely, "I came along the telephone line."

He walked forward slowly, as if he was wandering in the back garden of his own house, touching the cold instrument with his fingers, "I have been worried that the ceremony I prepared is too overbearing, and some people will not be able to bear it, but now you give it to me. I offer a great solution to add some exuberance to the ritual."

With that said, he walked towards the camera and looked coldly at the figure on the monitor.

Wilfried swallowed, and watched him walk by in horror, only feeling that his whole body became creepy, wizard, so scary?

Of course he knew about wizards, but the wizards mentioned in the information were a group of people who were as fragile as ordinary people without training. Without the stick, they couldn't even cast magic.

Wilfried had watched a lot of videos before taking this task, and he had analyzed it long ago. As long as the wizards shot earlier than before they raised their sticks, these wizards would be nothing to fear!

He believed in his team, all of whom were veteran shooters, not to mention himself who was proficient in sniping.

If he made a move, the wizard might not even know how he died!

But what is going on now?

Obviously neither of the two children took out sticks, but his colleagues were all motionless as if time had stopped.

Although he could still move himself, he didn't dare to make too many movements, lest he be misunderstood by the other party.

Perhaps these people are not with the werewolves?

It is said that beasts like werewolves are only marginal figures in the wizarding world, and few wizards like them.

Yes, if that's the case...

Wilfrid's head turned quickly, and he turned around quickly, showing a standard friendly smile, "I want to hear about your plan, wizard, maybe we have a lot of room for cooperation?"

"Of course." The corners of Anton's mouth curled up, with a sneer on his face, and he stretched out his hand to hook it gently.

Immediately, all the people in black suits except Wilfried floated up, hanging in mid-air as if someone grabbed their necks.

"You..." Wilfried looked at this scene in horror, "What are you going to do?"

"Oh, I'll use their vitality." Anton replied sincerely, a small bottle flew out from the pocket of the wizard's robe, and immediately, the person floating in midair began to struggle.

Twitching very strangely.

"Ha~" Anton raised his eyebrows, "It seems that you are all Muggle elites, and your will is quite firm."

Before he finished speaking, streams of blood mist gushed out from those people in midair, surged, and gathered into a blood-red liquid, which flowed into the small bottle.

"What are you doing?" Wilfried's complexion became extremely pale, and he asked again with some difficulty.

Anton didn't answer him, but just looked at the person on the monitor with a blank face, and said to him, "I can feel your gaze, full of curiosity and exploration, why? Have you never seen a wizard? Even a little Don't be afraid, do you think I can't hurt you?"

"Oh~"

He turned his head to look at Wilfrid, "What am I going to do? Oh, I'm going to use your life to cast a curse on the guy on the opposite side of the monitor, and warn everyone to stay away from my werewolf home."

curse?

What curse?

Wilfrid looked at the child cautiously, thinking about how to complete the action of pulling out the pistol to shoot at the fastest speed, and at what angle to pull out the pistol...

He'll know right away!

I don't know why, obviously he didn't control his body, but his legs started to move forward unnaturally.

"What's wrong with me!" he yelled in horror.

He even panicked to pull a chair that passed by, although he knew that the chair could not stop his pace at all, but this chair was like a lifeboat, maybe he would be saved by jumping on it.

Unfortunately, he failed to do so.

It wasn't just his feet that were out of control, he suddenly found that he couldn't control his hands either.

His right hand was bending towards him little by little, and little by little, from the depth of the suit jacket, he grabbed the cold handle of the pistol on the tactical strap.

This is clearly a red flag.

move!

My body, move quickly!

Wilfried felt unprecedented despair, and in just a few seconds, his forehead was already covered with profuse sweat.

As if instinctively, he opened the insurance with his thumb. This was his most proud and handsome gesture in the past, but at this time it became a terrible warning signal.

He can even predict what will happen next.

The right hand was slowly lifted up uncontrollably, getting higher and higher...

"We can discuss it. I can help you with many things in the Muggle world, many things you don't usually have..."

Before he could finish his words, the cold barrel of the gun was thrust into his mouth forcefully. The strange smell of metal accompanied by a hard touch made his throat twitch and want to vomit.

But he found that even his throat was out of control.

"Of course you can do something for me!" Anton smiled coldly, pulled out his wand, waved it lightly, and said a spell he couldn't understand.

"Although I'm not good at cursing, I'm just so smart."

Anton raised his eyebrows at him, "It's hard for me!"

Wilfrid's eyes widened, and he let out a whimpering sound relying on the twitching of his abdomen, but it was useless, he could only slowly walk to the position where the camera was aiming at.

Anton ignored him, and just looked at the figure on the monitor indifferently.

"This curse has a simple name called 'Looking in the Mirror', hey~"

"Watch carefully, and watch how you die."

Boom~

There was a loud roar of gunshots.

Wilfrid's eyes widened with despair, and he fell to the ground in an instant.

At the same time, the monitor seemed to have turned into a mirror, and the person on the opposite side also had a bullet hole opened in the back of his head with great force in exactly the same way.

And, exactly the same movement of falling to the ground.

Blood spattered, smeared on the wall - "Stay away from werewolves, this is a warning. - Anthony Weasley!"

Anton stared silently at the scene on the opposite side of the monitor. Seeing that no one was coming, he couldn't help curling his lips.

Boom~

In just an instant, countless flames burned in the room.

There were bursts of dull explosions in the flames, and Anton glanced at the black suits floating in the air, "The information on these Muggles is too backward, the Ministry of Magic has existed for hundreds of years, why don't they know how to collect What about the information?"

"Didn't you see that Voldemort wouldn't consider coming to the werewolf's home when he was recruiting people?"

Anna pursed her lips, "Maybe this is just the beginning, the werewolves are already very pitiful, and this is the second time they have been targeted by these people, right?"

"Heh, I need to find an Auror." Anton stroked the wand in his hand, "Scremgeour will definitely like this clue. In this turbulent era, there will always be some people who are eagerly waiting for an opportunity."

"I have no doubt that after this incident, the Auror Office will not send someone to the Werewolf House to wait for a new wave of Muggles to appear."

The flames burned higher and higher, gushing and sweeping across the room, as if a terrifying monster would jump out of the flames at any moment.

The firelight reflected Anton's face, which was different from the usual smiling face, so cold that there was no trace of human color.

"If Scrimgeour can't handle it, yes, if the Ministry of Magic can't handle these Muggles who are coveting wizards, then I will do it myself."

"Oh, don't force me to start the first battle between wizards and Muggles. Although I try my best to avoid getting involved in such boring things, I am not afraid of trouble!"

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