"Tell me, how much longer do we have to stay in this wretched place?"
In the somewhat dim hut, the fat man used his wand to pile the cat corpses to one side, his expression showing some disgust.
"Don't know. Maybe we'll have to wait until we catch that..."
Before he could finish speaking, the door to the hut was suddenly pushed open, and a middle-aged man with a long scar across his face, looking very fierce, walked in.
Seeing that person, the fat man and the middle-aged man stopped talking and stood up simultaneously.
"Boss!"
Casually waving his hand, the scarred man looked around, his eyes showing a trace of confusion.
"Where's Aladdin?"
"He said he went to the bathroom. Should be back soon," the fat man said.
"Bathroom?" The scarred man chewed on this word and slowly shook his head.
"Pack up. We're leaving."
"Leaving? Did we catch that cat?" Hearing this news, the fat man was first stunned, then his expression showed barely concealed excitement.
If they had caught that cat, the money they'd get would mean he wouldn't need to run around for at least three years!
But the boss's next words were like a bucket of cold water poured over his head.
"No, but we should leave."
"But boss, we..." The fat man's expression showed some unwillingness. They'd wasted most of half a month here, dealing with these cats every day. If they didn't catch that so-called Cait Sith in the end, wouldn't his half month of effort be wasted?
But the scarred man had no intention of listening to what he'd say next.
"No buts. Hurry up and pack!"
Having said this, he looked at his two somewhat reluctant subordinates, his tone taking on a trace of impatience.
"Keep dawdling, and you two don't need to follow me anymore!"
Although extremely unwilling in their hearts, the two didn't dare disobey their leader's orders and could only bow their heads and say:
"Yes, boss!"
"Yes, boss..."
Hearing the voices coming through the eavesdropping magic, Newt moved his ear away from the array, frowning slightly as he looked toward the four huts not far away.
"A bit tricky."
They had already roughly figured out the specific situation of these four houses, but precisely because of this, he felt it was somewhat difficult to handle.
The little black cat's remaining subjects were scattered among the other three houses, with three dark wizards stationed in each, plus detection arrays at the doorways. Rashly breaking in would definitely be discovered.
And the dark wizard in the fourth house who had just entered and was called "boss" was probably only slightly weaker than those top Saints under Grindelwald back in the day.
With so many dark wizards, plus that strongest dark wizard, acting rashly could very well lead to accidents.
After all, before coming, he had already sent back most of his friends, leaving only a few little ones who couldn't leave his care. There were no combat-capable beings among them.
Although the two young people beside him were both quite skilled, there was still the possibility of things going wrong.
Looking at the little black cat beside him whose eyes showed anxiety, Newt pondered for a moment and said softly:
"I think we can wait first. They seem to be planning to evacuate now. If they don't plan to take these cats when they evacuate..."
But before he could finish, he discovered that the two young people on the other side had already begun quietly arranging their battle plan on their own.
"That boss and the two beside him are mine. You handle the remaining houses. Sneak into the village quietly. No shooting!"
"OK, giant troll tactics or man-eating bird tactics?"
"Giant troll tactics. Remember to protect those cats too."
"Got it, let's go!"
"Move out!"
As their words fell, the two high-fived, then one's robe hem sprouted countless shadows while the other transformed into streams of water and instantly disappeared.
The fluidity was as if this was just their daily routine.
"Hey..."
Looking at where the two had disappeared, Newt was first stunned, then somewhat helplessly shook his head with a light laugh.
Young people these days...
Just like they used to be.
Thinking this, Newt Scamander slowly drew the wand from his waist.
Although he was old, he wasn't so old that he needed to watch two young people face those dark wizards alone.
Handing his case to the little black cat and Harry, who still hadn't figured out what was happening, Newt's aged face showed a somewhat gentle smile.
"Stay back and help me take care of them."
"I'll be right back."
"Hurry up."
In the dim hut, the middle-aged man with a scar across his face was frowning tightly, watching his two subordinates packing their luggage.
His ancestors had some magical creature bloodline, which gave him a mysterious ability.
Although he didn't know which magical creature this bloodline came from, his premonitions had always been very accurate.
And now, he always had an ominous premonition in his heart, as if being watched by something extremely terrifying, making him feel uncomfortable all over.
It was precisely because of this premonition that he had ordered his subordinates to pack up and prepare to leave.
But even so, that feeling still lingered in his heart, showing no signs of dissipating.
Why was this happening?
His team had a full twelve people, all brothers who had followed him for a long time. Each could match ordinary or even elite Aurors.
With such strength, even if French Ministry Aurors accidentally discovered them, they wouldn't rashly launch an attack. They would definitely give them time to retreat.
Why would this feeling appear?
Feeling that uneasy emotion in his heart, the scarred man was silent for a moment before asking:
"Did you encounter anything today?"
The fat man sitting by the window packing was first stunned, then lowered his head in thought for a moment. "About half an hour ago, I think I heard voices talking in the alley next door, but they should have been Muggles."
Having said this, he spread his hands. "After all, how could there be wizards in such a remote little place? Even if there were people who got the same intelligence as us, they should go to that forest, not this town."
"Muggles?"
Rubbing his chin, the scarred man's face suddenly turned ugly as he raised his head and looked at the window behind the fat man.
"Right here?"
"Right! But that voice was actually quite faint. I think it's possible..." Before the fat man could finish, the scarred man waved his hand to interrupt.
"Stop packing. Notify the others. We're leaving now!"
"What's wrong, boss?" The middle-aged man nearby stood up somewhat confused, not understanding what had happened.
"Our houses are all under Muggle-Repelling Charms. Tell me, what kind of Muggle could resist the Muggle-Repelling Charm to come to the window and make sounds you could hear?"
After coldly explaining, the scarred man's brow furrowed tightly as he turned toward the door.
But just then, an extremely strong unease suddenly surged in his heart. He turned to look at his side and found that the shadows beside him seemed to have flickered.
His eyes sharpened. The scarred man instantly drew his wand, then heard a somewhat amused young voice recite an incantation he had never heard before.
"Earth-Shaking Tremor (Stomping Charm)".