Tsaverdzo Town, 17 Piak Avenue.

Ailina and the others finally knew the address of the house they were going to visit.

Of course, there was no No. 17 registered in the non-magical world. Like the Black family's ancestral home, it cleverly and discreetly melted into the shadows on the edge of people's vision. The orange light of the street lamps seemed to freeze in the night, unable to penetrate that dark area.

As Arkhipovna was about to continue walking forward, she felt a stinging sensation in the palm of her left hand as if pressed by a fingernail.

"Are we there?" She stopped and subconsciously gripped the shotgun inside her coat with her right hand.

Ailina nodded earnestly, lowering her voice and tilting her head to the right.

"Focus your attention and look to your right."

There were too many ways in the magical world to make a place disappear from Muggles' eyes. She first had to judge the level of magical concealment here.

The most common of these could be roughly divided into three categories: banishment, ignorance, and selective opening. For example, the Leaky Cauldron would cause people to subconsciously ignore it, while the Quidditch World Cup stadium was cast with Muggle Repelling Charms, and the Ministry of Magic and St. Mungo's Hospital directly adopted selective entry.

Perhaps this judgment was not rigorous, but a complex magical protection site was usually more dangerous.

Ailina maintained the surrounding "optical invisibility" while whispering, "Please describe in detail the scene you see and your current thoughts, madam."

"Hmm? This... when did a house suddenly appear..."

Arkhipovna frowned and, following Ailina's instructions, concentrated her mind and looked at the street on her right.

In her vision, a gray three-story house suddenly appeared at some point. A light brown wooden fence circled a small garden along the street, and a winding cobblestone path continued to the steps at the front door, where an extinguished hanging lamp swayed gently on the porch column.

As she stared at the house for a longer period, Arkhipovna vaguely sensed an unfamiliar anxiety growing.

Speaking of which, it was as if she was daydreaming in class as a child, but had to focus on the blackboard.

However, compared to her childhood scatteredness, as an elite from the Landau Institute, these "daydreams" had almost no substantial impact on Arkhipovna now, but instead aroused her competitive spirit – she felt the same way when she approached the Hogwarts grounds.

"...The pictures of the house and garden are very clear, but I feel an uncontrollable anxiety in my heart."

Arkhipovna bit the tip of her tongue hard and slowly adjusted her breathing. "This state is similar to the state I was in in front of the Hogwarts gate, so I suspect that Muggle Repelling Charms have also been applied here. In addition, now I establish a vertical axis with the location where we stand and the door, divide the area into plates according to a visually estimated one meter, and you can raise any questions and supplementary points at any time..."

She quickly recounted her judgments, guesses, most of the important information she saw, and the logic she analyzed and explained.

As for the content that wizards should see, and the magical mysteries of wizards, those were not the parts for which she was responsible for drawing conclusions.

"I understand, so generally speaking, the security here is not particularly high..."

Ailina listened patiently to Arkhipovna's description, breathed a sigh of relief, paused for two seconds, and suddenly changed the subject.

"I almost forgot to ask you, what is the urgent matter in your heart, I mean that extremely urgent matter?"

"Gilderoy, I want to confirm his situation as soon as possible—whether he is alive or dead."

Arkhipovna said calmly, suppressing the mania in her heart that was about to overflow.

"Very good, thank you for your frankness—"

Ailina shrugged, lightly released Arkhipovna's hand, and curled the corner of her mouth thoughtfully.

"Then, whether from a logical, rational, or intelligent analysis, this is obviously the place that can give you answers. From now on, I will not hold your hand. If you can rely on your own reason to overcome wrong instincts, then come with me into this room."

"If you take a step backward, immediately return to the hotel to stand by according to the original plan—this is not an order, but a request."

Muggle Repelling Charm is the most commonly used spell in the wizarding world when repelling Muggles.

It does not act on a specific person, but is cast on a building or a certain spatial range.

Unlike other spells, the Muggle Repelling Charm is only effective for "humans without magical talent." When a Muggle approaches a location where a Muggle Repelling Charm has been cast, they will inevitably think of an extremely urgent matter and leave in a hurry. This is the most straightforward and unreasonable rule of this spell.

However, any rule exceeding three words will inevitably have loopholes to exploit.

What if the "extremely urgent" matter contradicts the "leaving," such as the "extremely urgent" matter being to "enter" this area?

Or, in someone's subjective consciousness, is breaking through this area a higher priority than everything else?

Magic can mislead and even influence some wavering people, but it is difficult to truly sway a determined person.

In the former Soviet operations a few months ago, the wizards of the Tianming Group more than once realized this truth. Now, the researchers in Hogwarts who are involved in magical-scientific research are all heroes with extremely strong personal power, and Arkhipovna is no exception.

"Okay, I will abide by the agreement—Miss Zero," Arkhipovna nodded solemnly.

She seemed to have returned to the time when she first arrived at the Landau Institute, and even if she was extremely anxious, she still had to abide by the rules step by step.

Ailina took out her wand, thought for a while, and put it back in her lapel, holding the cross necklace hanging around her neck with one hand.

Armenia was the first "cross" country in world history. In this land, the identity of "devout nun Theresa Apocalypse" is obviously more advantageous than the identity of "evil witch Ailina Kaslana." She took a few steps and stopped to look behind her.

"Unless the attack comes from behind and is directed at you, do not take the initiative to fire."

"Of course, if I launch an attack, you can unleash suppressing fire at will. Remember, don't hesitate when firing, even if it unfortunately causes friendly fire, I can pull them back from the hands of the Grim Reaper at any time. Gilderoy Lockhart destroyed the badge, I hope you will always remember this point during the rescue process, and—the Major Arcana never negotiates, and never compromises with the enemy! Crush them!"

Arkhipovna was stunned for half a second, a hint of murderous intent flashed across her mature and sexy face, and she nodded vigorously.

"Okay!"

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Dark clouds blocked the moonlight.

The mist gradually rose, and Tsaverdzo Town fell into silence.

The garden of that "wizard residence" was extremely quiet, without a sound.

Arkhipovna held her breath and looked around, the grip of the Remington m870 already in her sweaty palm.

She had never observed magical combat up close. In her imagination, this kind of confrontation was no less than a collision of the understanding of rules between the two sides. The wizards who manipulated magical power seemed to be gods who had mastered incomplete authority. Perhaps before she could capture any light and shadow patterns with her naked eyes, the confrontation would end ahead of time.

Under Arkhipovna's gaze, Ailina dragged her suitcase and carefully approached the house hidden in the darkness.

"Hmm? Strange..."

Just then, she heard Ailina suddenly make a soft sound.

When she got closer, Ailina noticed that the wooden door seemed to have been violently damaged.

The lock was half-hanging and drooping on the door, and there were several shallow marks on the front of the door, as if someone had slammed it hard.

Creak—

Ailina, who had originally prepared to knock on the door, turned her right hand, and gently pushed the black wooden door with her palm.

Accompanied by a somewhat teeth-aching sound, the half-closed door opened slightly.

In the unlit living room, a dark figure leaned weakly on an armchair. In front of him were two cups of already cooled tea and a few pieces of tea snacks. Different from Ailina's previous expectations, compared to the door, the living room did not seem to have any traces of battle.

The only thing that was a little concerning was...

Ailina lowered her head and looked at the floor at the door in the dim light.

A large pile of messy, unordered muddy footprints spread out from here, and there were also many muddy footprints on the living room floor.

Obviously, not long before they arrived here, this place had received many "guests"—the streets of Tsaverdzo Town were mostly paved with stone, and although there had just been a rainstorm, such muddy shoe prints would mostly only appear if you traveled from the woodland outside the town.

Abnormal dog barks, uninvited guests from the forest, strange strength, Lockhart's disappearance...

The clues in Ailina's mind corresponded one by one, but the doubts became more and more numerous.

"Werewolf? But why..."

"It's safe inside, come in directly—"

She shook her head, glanced at the figure whose chest was still rising and falling slightly, and who was unconscious, temporarily suppressed the confusion in her heart, and turned to wave to Arkhipovna, who was still on guard not far away. If the other party was a werewolf, then the threat would not be great.

As a nun symbolizing love and peace, perhaps her attainments in mysterious magic were not deep, but her business skills were still solid.

As for what exactly happened, since there was an eyewitness, it would be much easier...

You know, one of the jobs of a nun is to listen carefully.

And after listening, it is to save souls.

Of course, before that...

When Arkhipovna walked into the room, Ailina took out her wand and pointed it at the door.

"Reparo!"

"Colloportus!"

According to the nun work code taught to her by Father, she now had to create a quiet and secret chamber first.

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Hooray!