& up,” Malfoy whispered and pulled Harry by his jumper. As soon as Harry was bak o, he rushed to Malfoy’s other side and bak to the room full of neers. Malfoy took a few seonds to ath up. He returh the kill in his arms and liked his lips. “Noossibly tell me that wasn’t strange.”
Harry pursed his lips and gred. Malfoy was about to say somethi something pushed him off bane, sending him straight into a stak of papers almost as tall as him. There was a grunt and a hiss, and the papers went flying iiohey’d settled, Harry saw Bertrie sitting in the doorway looking pleased.
“Guihe woman’s voie arried down the hall. Bertrie turoward the sound. “Oh there you—” the eared in the door behiilled as sooied Harry. Reognition washed over her fae aed, “You!”
Harry flew frabbed one of Malfoy’s arms, aoward to the bakdoor. He was about to apparate both of them out when Malfoy shook off his grip ao the house. Harry tried to shout ill uhe Silene d nothi. Self preservation was about to win until he saw a bl bak through the door. Harry apparated to the edge of the row of homes without a seond thought.
&ood with his hands oing, ahe kneazle ame flying from over the fene, nding to his foot.
“Merlin!” Harry shouted, shoked that he atually made a souwo passed before Malfoy flipped over the top of the fene iale. Harry gred at him. “So, you’re just throwing animals around now?”
“Kneazles always .” He smirked. “As do Malfoys.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “Why’d you take the damn thing, anyway?” He foumindedly rubbing his right thigh where Guinevere’s ws had dug into him.
“Leverage, of ourse.”
Iarus saw the look of exasperated disapproval on the man’s fae ahought he’d her person more in his life. Whoever Arhie Eversworely waso be. He mao break a reord by n tle Drao Malfoy. Though, admittedly, it was still early in the day, and Eversworn looked well and truly irritated.
“Target has aquired an animal,” MLaggen said.
Iarus was envious of Eversworrol. “Yes, I see that.”
MLaggeo Iarus, frowning. “Are we g him i broken into that poor womaole.”
“Did you evehe missio?” Iarus took a few deep breaths, reminding himself he’d her ma when things iably esated.
“I, uh,” MLaggeered for a moment and his jaw tensed. “I sifted through the files.”
Iarus had started gatherihings and taking dowion wards. “Sifted?” He stopped. “You did Pandora?”
“Of ourse I read about the damned box!” MLaggen, to his redit, was an atih and through. Leave it to him to study the threats, all of the threats, aask before them.
“Right now, MLaggen, our only mission is to observe this afflited target. The others—” Iarus paused and threw up a mental wall. He ould himself go down that lihinking. The box had unleashed all manner of urses ohe A Chamber. Iarus would have hought about ahers. Malfoy had been luky. “The others aren’t in our periphery.”
And then, in an odd turs, MLaggen foused on Iarus oiare that pinned him froze least,” MLaggehe dissembling their gear like nothing had happened. Iarus, oher hand, stood motionless as a dreadful realizatiohe front of his thoughts.
&her six Unspeakables who’d beeill unaounted for.
Garius Santi.
Elphie Bloomington.
Timo Tresden.
Howard Larson.
Marianne Ashwell.
Hermier.
“No bloody way,” Felix said, his eyes wide and mouth dropped open. Igora turo the sehe Laughing Fox. A quartet of aurors were interviewihe street.
Igora turo Weasley. “Still think your man is i?” aled. Igora smiled and approahed ohe aurors, a stoky fellow she didn’t reognize who was interviewing a young, nervous woman. “I’m Igora Stramitz with Missing Persons,” she rodution. “We’re here for a exatly is going on?”
“Bastien Queensbury,” the man replied, his eyes skirted over her, theo Felix and Weasley. If he reoghe redhead, it didn’t show. Queensbury turhe pub and said, “There’s beeh.”
“Who died?” ped in and towered over Queensbury.
&er man onsidered him for a moment. “Garnd Umphrey.” Weasley’s fae rexed with relief. Queensbury’s eyes narrowed. “Who are you looking for?”
Felix was about tora raised her hand to silene him. “Umphrey? Is that the old man in 2B?”
Queensbury nodded. “We’ve been wathiwo mohe theft and illegal resale erous harmed memorabilia.”
“Was his death reted tora asked.
As if tryiher he should divulge aion, Queensbury shared a long look with Igora before ultimately giving his somely. “We areain, but we are looking for the mahe ft aross the hall.” He pulled out a notepad ahe name, “Arhie Everswora dido look at Weasley to khe one behind her ih. Queensbury didn’t miss it either. “Our spei