Chapter 493 Red Scar

At dusk, a tall figure appeared at the edge of a muggle town. He turned at a fork in the road and walked for ten minutes through the dimly lit woods, with no path in front of him, but he didn't stop until he reached an old, dilapidated house.

"Knock, knock!"

The knock on the door sounded rhythmically.

With a tooth-aching "creaking" sound, the door opened carefully from inside.

"Who is it?"

A raspy voice that sounded like someone had been soaking in an ocean for days and nights asked. Immediately after, a wand emerged from the darkness with a shaking hand.

"Red Scar?" The young voice asked.

The strange visitor ignored the wand pointed at him, looked down and examined a list, and made a "tsk" sound under his breath, reading the text in an intrigued tone, "Lyndon Seymour, born in the Timothy village - the village of witches - which is famous for their matriarchy, born in 1947, raised by his aunt. Well - even though you are male, she passed you all kinds of weird dark magic legacy; After growing up, you smuggled and sold dark magic artefacts and put all your earnings to study dark magic. During the Wizarding War, you chose to provide support to Voldemort and reportedly you were acclaimed by the high-ranking Death Eaters ..."

"That's you, right?"

The visitor looked up, revealing a young face with light blue eyes that seemed to glow, and from time to time an image of a rune or two flashed through his pupils.

The wand fell to the ground at once.

"You are, are, ARE - Felix Hap! You, you've finally found your way here!" The dark wizard named Lyndon Seymour sprawled against the door frame, the dim light from outside hit him, revealing a terrified face.

The man in front of Felix dressed like a typical dark wizard. His right index finger is coated with a layer of silver powder, but if you look closely, you will find that it is wrinkled skin, and his neck reveals a tender red flesh that keeps twisting up to half of his face, it is bright red and seems to have just healed, but that scar has been there for more than twenty years.

That's where he got his nickname from.

Felix strode into the room, his eyes glancing around, walking cautiously across the floor. In addition to avoiding mould and dusty mess, it is also not to touch any traps in the room, and eventually, he picked a fairly clean chair to sit down.

The owner of the house regained his composure, at least on the surface. Red Scar clutched his wand, his eyes fixed on Felix deeply, as if to separate himself from his earlier cowardly appearance, he said in a low voice: "You shouldn't be here, Hap, I'm not one of those lone wizards you drove away, I have friends who-"

" Are you talking about Bonnard, Aneurin? Or Kennedy?" Felix asked.

Red Scar looked at him in surprise, "What did you do to them?" Right now, the wizard is glancing around, seemingly looking for an escape route.

"Well, after I persuaded them, they obviously realized how unwise it was to stay back in this situation, so they decided to temporarily leave," Felix said lightly: "It took some time to convince them, but the good thing is, the results are positive, I told them that when the news of Voldemort's death spread out they can come back in peace."

" Well, then we have to wait for too long," Red Scar said with a mocking expression, "how long is it since the last war? Ten years?"

" No complaints," Felix nodded his head in the direction of the file, "do as you're told."

Red Scar's nose twitched uncharacteristically, a vivid crimson trail crawling along half of his face, as he growled, "You're trying to eliminate opposition! You never accused me of a single crime a decade ago, but now you want to throw me out of England for some unknown reason?"

"There was just no evidence."

"What-"

"The reason why you weren't arrested then was because you were doing it very covertly, Red Scar, the Ministry of Magic didn't get solid evidence, but don't pretend you're innocent because of that, you can't fool me, you can't fool a memory master, which is why this job fell into my hands."

Felix calmly pointed to his eyes, and a few silver dots of light flashed around the pupil, like a ring belt around a blue planet, Red Scar cowered and averted his eyes, he had never seen such terrible eyes.

Felix raised the paper in his hand again.

"There are hundreds of examples like you, and the Ministry of Magic is having a difficult time dealing with you; if we let you go, it might not be long before you will be pulled over to the other side, but still it would be too cruel to do something in advance, like locking you up, even though - well, forgive me, in my eyes your crime is so obvious-"

"Don't read my mind!" Red Scar yelled sharply, "Memories never count as evidence!" His wand lit up, a black mist wrapped around its tip, and the entire room became unbearably dim.

"Are you sure you want to do it?" Felix asked softly.

The courage Red Scar had gathered deflated like old tires, and he leaned against the table in the corner, his eyes averted from Felix.

"What do I need to do?" He asked in a low voice, his wand loosely grasped.

"As I said before, get out of here, find a place to take a holiday, travel, muddle through ... until the fall of Voldemort, when you can safely and boldly come back and continue your promising illegal work. At that time it will not fall under my control."

Red Scar muttered under his breath.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that?" Felix asked.

"Since when do you work for the Ministry of Magic? Aren't you a professor?" Red Scar couldn't figure out how he had bumped into him.

It is Felix's turn to sigh.

"It couldn't be helped, they made an offer I couldn't refuse - actually, I could still refuse, but my morals don't allow me to owe favours, and frankly, I'm not averse to this temporary job to exercise my magical abilities in the process."

He touched the ring on his left hand, where the hourglass obtained from the Ministry of Magic is stored, and even half of it is filled with time energy.

After the Wizengamot meeting, Ms. Bones pleaded with him to eliminate some of the unstable elements, "Each of them has a previous record but escaped punishment for various reasons, and although they may be just minor players who waved flags, they are worthy of caution all the same, because together they can be considered as wings of You-Know-Who."

She also made a veiled allusion to the invasion of the Ministry of Magic's Department of Mysteries.

"Whoever it is, I just hope that person is not on the side of the You-Know-Who," she said with a headache, "The Unspeakables concluded that there is nothing to worry about, but I think ... alas, perhaps this is a good thing, at least the You-Know-Who can no longer think of a similar thing now."

Bones' attitude represented that of the Ministry of Magic itself - that is, wavering, they wanted the hourglass of time-turner back but feared that Voldemort would snatch it away before it could even warm up.

And the latter can cause significantly more harm.

...

Red Scar stared at the black square table with a few newspapers and two booklets on it. One is a Handbook for Survival in Wartime sent by the Ministry of Magic, and the other is an Easy Illustrated Guide to Ancient Rune, released months ago by Felix Co-Publishing, with a fancy cover that looks like a children's book.

"Ancient Runes? How enviable ...," he said sourly.

"You bought it too?" Felix asked in surprise, following his eyes to the booklet and asking with interest, "How's it to read?"

"Not that good," Red Scar shook his head as he held out his hand, his face turned red, and it took quite a while to condense an ancient rune, but the next second the rune shattered. "I'm old, not very adaptable to new fields ..."

"Could it be because you're studying dark magic? The feedback from the others is pretty good." Felix calmly discussed it with him.

"Yeah, well, I'll try again ..."

Felix took a moment to point him out. Then Red Scar began to pack up, although the Ministry of Magic prohibited the misuse of Undetectable Extension Charm, but it obviously can not constrain dark wizards, not to mention the Red Scar himself is considered half alchemist, so he can make his own storage items.

All the furniture was discarded, and Red Scar picked out bottles and jars from all corners of the room, some of which are obviously enchanted and can hold things many times their size. Finally, it took some effort for Red Scar to squeeze them all into one trunk, as he panted slightly.

"Are you going to stare at me till I Apparite?" Red Scar picked up the trunk and looked around sadly, "I have limited mana, I will only be able to leave tonight."

"Oh, no, I can provide some anonymous Portkeys." Felix waved his hand, and a row of broken items appeared in front of him, boots, boxes of cans, bottles of butterbeer, and a rotten piece of wood.

Red Scar hesitated for a moment, "Any recommendations? There won't be an Auror across the street once I teleport there, right?"

Felix shook his head slightly, "There is no need for that, what you need to worry about is whether to continue to do your shady stuff; or to start over in a new place and honestly accept the local Ministry of Magic's rules."

Red Scar sneered and ripped open his shirt, where there are large patches of scars.

"Someone like me?"

He said nothing more, picking a random Portkey and holding it in his hand, where he was going didn't affect him much. "So, I'll see you in ten years, Mr. Hap?"

"It won't be that long, remember to read more newspapers."

Felix waved his hand at him.

"You're really just going to let me go? Don't you need me to sign a magic pact? In case I sneak back in ...," Red Scar seemed confused.

"Red Scar," Felix said calmly, "who do you think this approach will benefit? Don't be silly, if it is a Death Eater who appeared at your door today, you simply have no choice, and I - when I see you mixed in with the ranks of the Death Eaters - will never show you any mercy."

As the wizard in front of him disappeared, Felix ticked off the document.

"All the best."

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