To be honest, those Muggles who committed murders behind the disappearances were actually easy to find.
Since most of them felt extremely remorseful and frightened about the evil deeds they had done in a "moment of confusion" after they regained their true nature, they basically stayed near the scene of the crime afterwards.
Therefore, if the Aurors want to find them. In fact, you only need to go to the local police station and wander around in sequence.
It was now noon, and Tonks, an Auror, was walking on the crowded street. Her dress, which is not much different from that of modern rebellious girls, allows her to easily blend in with the Muggle crowd, and she can even avoid using her Metamorphmagus abilities.
"Oh, after this trip is over, it's time to eat something to fill your stomach..."
As Tonks walked, she gently touched her somewhat empty belly, feeling that she could eat a whole fire dragon in a short time.
"...Well, we went to the Black Mansion for lunch today!"
After thinking about it, she suddenly mumbled softly at a volume that only she could hear.
Obviously, the reason why Tonks chose the old house was simply to meet Lupine, who had been staying there most of the time to handle information.
They, a couple with a slight age gap, have become increasingly affectionate in recent years.
Of course, although Tonks was always very enthusiastic about the love she chose, she was still a very responsible Auror. After putting aside the heat in her heart for the time being, she changed her mind again and accelerated her pace with a serious attitude.
More than ten minutes ago, she had apparated into an uninhabited alley in this neighborhood—according to the documents kept in the Auror office, we know that this neighborhood has four police stations, one large and three small.
This time, according to Kingsley's assignment, she needed to be responsible for investigating three of the small branches, and sending specific criminals on the list to the Ministry of Magic dungeons without the Muggle police being aware of them.
In fact, this task today is so urgent that most of the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic have already been dispatched. Nymphadora Tonks is just one of them.
"is it here?"
Looking up at the blue streetlight that represented the British Police Department, Tonks did not choose to sneak in through the main entrance, but naturally turned to the right to leave the flow of people and turned into the alley next to it.
Most of the buildings in this neighborhood are made of red bricks and are very clean. Even the alleyways that are usually not used by people can be seen to be cleaned by cleaners every day.
Going all the way around the alley to the back door of the police station, Tonks looked around and at some windows above to make sure no one was there before taking out her wand and pointing quickly towards a closed grille window.
"Click."
After the slight sound of the window buckle coming off, she waved the wand twice more, causing the iron bars blocking the window to tilt to the sides like soaked spaghetti.
This is the most basic use of Transfiguration, and even the middle and lower grades of Hogwarts can do it easily. As an Auror who is particularly good at Transfiguration, this is as simple as eating and drinking.
When the window hole was wide open and there was no obstruction, Tonks immediately reached out to grab the iron fence that had become hard again, and with just a push of her abdomen and legs, she jumped into the room nimbly.
She had already seen it before, it was just an old room filled with filing cabinets. Judging from her experience working in the Ministry of Magic over the past few years, it should be an ordinary archives room where old materials are placed.
"There really is no one."
After entering, Tonks looked around again, then waved her half-raised wand backhand, restoring the bent iron fence to its original shape.
However, just because there is no one inside the old archives room, it does not mean that there is no one guarding it outside. As soon as Tonks quietly walked behind the door, she heard the conversations of two people coming in alternately through the crack in the door.
"...Abel, it's almost lunch break again. I heard that we changed to a fast food restaurant for lunch today. I don't know if their French fries are crispy or not."
"Hey! Don't worry about eating all the time - do you really plan to sit here and guard the files from now on?"
"Otherwise, what else can you do? You've been put here to hang around, do you still want to be promoted? Don't be stupid. When you sit here for two or three more years like me, you will also start to miss lunch. .”
"I don't think... Listen, Abel! I heard when I went to the task force to collect files. The number of cases in various districts of London has been increasing recently, and there are almost not enough cubicles to hold people. Think about it, Even if it's to guard the suspect, it's much better than staying here all day discussing lunch and getting off work... "
After just listening to a few words, Tonks was not ready to listen any more.
Although they happened to talk about their mission, she already knew what she needed to know, so there was no need to get information from these Muggles who were even more unaware.
After roughly hearing the location of the two people, Tonks quietly turned the doorknob and poked her head slightly.
There is a corridor outside the archives, and the two police officers responsible for guarding are sitting at the entrance of the corridor not far away. There seem to be some notebooks and other sundries on the table.
When it came to disguise, Tonks was an expert, but when it came to stealth, she could only sigh secretly.
Knowing that it would be really difficult for her to pass by the two police officers without being discovered, she simply waved her wand and made them fall asleep on the table in advance.
Then, she went to the entrance of the corridor and cautiously looked out a few more times. Unexpectedly, someone happened to pass by from the other end outside, heading towards the stairs.
"oh!"
With a soft cry in her heart, Tonks hurriedly withdrew her gaze and hid to the side.
Why else would she never be able to carry out tasks alone? In desperation, her careless habit of not paying attention to details happened again - when she stepped back, she accidentally touched the thermos cup on the table.
Seeing that the cup was about to fall off the table, Tonks hurriedly took out her wand and cast a silent levitating spell that almost stopped the cup before it hit the ground.
"It's okay, it's okay... It's rare that Kingsley is willing to let me try it alone this time, but I can't screw it up again!"
Just like in the old Black house, almost every time she went back to the kitchen, she would be disturbed by the portrait of Sirius' mother. Either the cloth covering it was rubbed off by her, or she kicked the wooden frame next to the wall, or she even fell down on the ground.
It can be seen that although her magic talent is good, it is really not suitable for stealth or tracking. Being able to become this Auror is really the result of her unremitting efforts.
After controlling the thermos cup and placing it back on the table, Tonks dared to glance outside again.
After confirming that no one was really there, several range-controlled Muggle Exorcism Curses fell on nearby corridors and passages, allowing her to ensure the smoothness of her follow-up actions.
Fortunately, this was a simple mission in the Muggle world. If it had been in the magical world, she would have been discovered by other wizards.
In this way, Tonks searched everywhere in the police station as usual, and finally found a row of rooms used for detention.
As the police officer said before, the frequent occurrence of cases has led to the fact that there are people in every room here, and some even have two people living in them.
Probably in order to prevent the suspects from conflicting, they were all handcuffed to one side of the room.
After driving away the guarding police officers, Tonks was finally able to open the iron door and gather the Muggle suspects together, and with the help of the door key, they disappeared from the corridor of the police station in the blink of an eye.
As for the rest of the mess, let the subsequent memory cancellers deal with it!
But Tonks, who had just left here, didn't realize at all that her actions from beginning to end were all in the eyes of one person. When she took all the Muggles away from the police station, a rather familiar figure suddenly appeared at the corner outside the corridor.
"Ahem...what's going on with this Auror? He's so procrastinating when dealing with Muggles..."
It was obvious that this was the mysterious windbreaker wizard who had met Maka, Little Cathy, and even Halbo. Although he always gave the impression that he knew a lot of things, this time he didn't seem to recognize Tonks, but regarded her as an ordinary Auror.
But after muttering softly, the person said:
"Forget it... Anyway, has Mr. MacLean noticed it?"
Looking at the empty detention cells, the face hidden in the shadow of the hat brim showed an unknown expression. However, he heard several more coughs and slightly heavy breathing, which proved that the "false prophet"'s physical condition was really not good.
After a while, after thinking for a while, the man nodded slightly as if he was sure.
"Well, I believe that with his wisdom, he should understand the various meanings I conveyed indirectly. In this case, there is no need to continue to create the disappearance case... Ahem, spare more time, and prepare more backups means."
After sorting out his thoughts like this, the figure standing in the corner suddenly quickly faded away and disappeared again in the blink of an eye.
As for whether this person still stayed in the same place or left directly, no one can know.
Not to mention this mysterious wizard who Maka secretly calls the "False Prophet", actions similar to Tonks's mission are also being carried out in various police stations inside and outside London.
Of course, many experienced Aurors were much more efficient than the slightly clumsy Tonks. By the evening of that day, there were many Muggle suspects in the dungeons of the Ministry of Magic who had been sent over for centralized custody.
No, in fact, they are also victims... aren't they