Chapter 412: The missing witch

She looked curiously at the skeleton figure swinging in the old wizard's hand for a moment, and felt a strange wave of magic from it.

This sensation was very similar to that of the snake bracelet on his arm. It was a similar type of curse.

In general, this type of witchcraft was considered one of the many branches of the dark arts.

Ivan saw the description of this sorcery in the book. Unlike wizards using wands, these wizards prefer to use other means to complete curses.

For example, the doll in the hands of the old wizard was a means of casting spells.

Because of the diversity of the means of casting, this type of sorcery is more evil than ordinary black magic in the impression of most wizards, and it was a taboo and uncomfortable subject for many.

Ivan and Sirius talked about it for a while, discussed methods of defending against it until the waiter came over and interrupted them.

"Did you hear?!" He lowered his voice and said in a humorous tone, "There's a witch missing. She's from England like you two. You might be interested in her. But let me say it's no surprise in a place like this, but you've asked me about this before, I think."

He paused and looked at Sirius and Ivan with a smile.

Sirius knew what he meant. He pulled out a gold galleon and tossed it to him.

"Well, maybe that's the person we've been looking for." He muttered.

Since arriving in Albania, Ivan had been looking for Bertha Jorkins.

According to Lupin's information, they hadn't heard from her since she went on vacation in the forests of Albania. No one knew where she was.

Sirius, however, thought it likely that she was venturing into the remains of the centaurs, or that she was too confused and got lost in the nearby forest.

But Ivan had a feeling that even without Peter Pettigrew's help, Jorkins would still be captured by Voldemort as in the original plot.

If that was the case, then things were going to be very bad.

Voldemort would get whatever he wanted from her, whether it was the names of the most loyal servants who had been left out of Azkaban, or Hogwarts hosting the Triwizard Tournament.

For Voldemort, who wanted to regain his strength, all this information was crucial.

"Her name is Bertha Jorkins!" the waiter continued.

He put Sirius' galleon in an old wooden cabinet and the drawer opened by itself and swallowed the money.

Ivan and Sirius exchanged glances quickly - it was real Jorkins!

"Half a month ago, he left here and followed a team of adventurers on a treasure hunt in the remains of the centaurs in the forest." The bartender leaned on the bar. "Of course, besides stones, this unfortunate group found nothing. They came back here today, and one person is missing from the team, the witch named Bertha Jorkins. She is said to have suddenly disappeared from the camp one night after entering the ruins, and has not been seen since."

"Is that all?" Ivan frowned and asked.

"Do you want to hear some more?!" The waiter laughed and poured a glass of wine from a dirty bottle. "Don't expect those guys to tell the truth, they don't care about anyone's life. Maybe THEY did it."

Ivan was silent. If Voldemort had captured Jorkins that night, it would be clear that he was also among the remains of the centaurs.

Perhaps that was why Dumbledore was taking so long.

As long as Voldemort appeared near the centaur ruins, Dumbledore would definitely still be following him. They might even be fighting now.

Although Voldemort was no match for Dumbledore in his current state, he still had plenty of dark magic beyond imagination.

Besides, Voldemort's understanding of the darkness of human nature was most terrible.

"Don't worry!" Sirius whispered, "Things may not be as you imagine them. With my knowledge of Jorkins, I may have left that team."

"I hope so." Ivan said.

"Speaking of which, there's been more and more news about witches disappearing recently." The bartender looked at Ivan carelessly and said, "You better know there may be a bunch of vampires around here, and children are a favorite food of these monsters."

"Thank you for your concern!" Ivan replied weakly.

Since he had met Elaine, he didn't think vampires were so terrible.

Albania was originally the headquarters of dark wizards, and it wasn't surprising to encounter more "special" dark creatures like vampires and werewolves.

Vampires were difficult to deal with, but Ivan was no longer easily bothered by either.

Without using too much magic, even if he couldn't fight, he could still escape safely.

"This morning, there was a boy about your age crying over there. His mother brought him here on vacation." The bartender sighed. "But she disappeared into the jungle, leaving the boy alone to call for help."

"And then?!" Ivan vaguely remembered someone crying downstairs in the morning.

But when he went downstairs for breakfast, he didn't see him.

"He was taken away by a group of adventurers who said they would help him find his mother in the forest." The waiter shook his head, apparently not optimistic about it.

No wizard here had ever been so kind.

All things could be happening to that poor boy. It was said that there were many witches who specialized in picking the hearts and minds of boys to perform evil sorcery.

"I don't think a wizard your age should be here. It's not a good place for a vacation." The bartender looked at Sirius and added, "Although your uncle is very strong, you are too weak. Accidents can happen. You'd better get out of here as soon as possible."

"We'll leave in the morning!" Ivan whispered.

By the standards of ordinary people, Ivan looked weak. Whether it was age or size, he didn't look the least bit threatening.

When faced with danger, a young mage like him shouldn't be able to resist. If one person in the pub was the target among all these people, it should probably be him.

If Sirius hadn't been with him all along, trouble would have already arrived at his door.

The bartender persuaded him with a few more words. Thinking about the experience of the boy his age, Ivan felt bad and didn't want to listen any longer.

He tugged on Sirius' sleeve and the two of them got up to get ready.

Just as he reached the stairs, Ivan suddenly had a strange feeling. He turned his head quickly. In the dim candlelight of the candles on the staircase, he finally saw the three wizards sitting in the darkest corner of the fireplace. They were looking at Sirius.

The man in the middle looked familiar. He was tall and strong, and Ivan vaguely felt that he had seen him somewhere before.