Hogwarts, this professor is too stable.

This person is either an Auror or a Death Eater, and most likely an elite!

Mochir silently controlled the mouse to stay away from the other party. He was just a weak Hogwarts admissions teacher. The other party was not here for him. There was no need to cause unnecessary trouble in this case.

The cloak was like a dementor, floating forward lightly. It could be seen that the male and female guy underneath it was very excited at the moment, and he didn't even pay attention to the rat around him.

If it were Moqil, he would probably have to be shattered into pieces before he could leave with peace of mind.

The cloaked figure on the screen floated forward and disappeared into the darkness at the end of the road.

"I won't be so unlucky, right?"

Mochir murmured softly, and reluctantly controlled the mouse to follow.

He equipped this alchemy drone, the Mouse, with a magic sensor he developed himself. The core of this research came from Muggle thermal imaging sensing technology.

Switching to a heat map, the heat of the cloaked wizard at the end of the street is completely missing.

In the Muggle world, people would interpret this phenomenon as biological hypothermia, or the body's surface being covered with thermal insulation.

Many special forces TV dramas like to play like this. The male protagonist covers himself with mud to block the heat dissipation, touches the enemy's back, and performs a series of decapitation actions that change the life of a living person.

But in the wizarding world, this happens a lot. The Apparition left and found a fireplace connected to the floo network.

Generally speaking, wizards have far more freedom of time and space than Muggles.

Of course, the chance that that guy came here on the Knight Bus in the middle of the night and then apparated away immediately was slim.

You must be a lunatic to do this!

That leaves only the most likely scenario, and the one Mochir least wants to encounter.

At the end of that street, around the "Muggle family" where he was supposed to enroll students, the house at No. 317, the nameless street, disappeared, and superb concealment and detection magic, and perhaps defensive magic were released...

After the mouse passed through the magic barrier, the heat map of the magic detection remained unchanged. It seemed that the person who released the concealment spell did have two brushes, and this little mouse could not solve the problem.

Swish!

Very quickly, the computer screen instantly turned pitch-black. Moqil was so frightened that he almost fell down. After only a few seconds, the magic signal was completely lost.

"What's going on? Has it been discovered?" Moqier rewinded the video to before the signal was lost. He really didn't believe that the wizard living there was so powerful that he could detect a small creature disguised through transformation at the first time. Small alchemy tool.

At that last moment, what was that fast thing that streaked across the screen like white lightning or a whip?

This is too unscrupulous, it is an advanced alchemy land drone worth two gold galleons.

I don’t know if I can ask Dumbledore for reimbursement.

Don't underestimate those two gold galleons, they are enough to live on for the Weasley family for a long time.

It is said that the rich rely on technology and the poor rely on mutation. The money spent on Mochier's research over the years has far exceeded his ability to bear. Among the medium-sized unit alchemy props that can be used for exploration, he only made this unmanned one. Model mouse, which meant that he had to make up for it immediately, which made the already poor new Muggle Studies professor even worse.

It shouldn't be a magic spell, nor a Muggle weapon...

Moqier looked at the video carefully, searching for memories in his mind and comparing similar scenes.

It would be nice if I could capture more information.

Just with that white light and that strange guy who was hiding like a dementor, I really didn't have a clue.

Shouldn't there be a Muggle family living there, and an eleven-year-old wizard preparing to enter Hogwarts?

This was also the first time that Moqil felt the responsibility of being a teacher. If it had been before, he would have turned around and ran away, and there was no way he would have lost two gold galleons, let alone the possibility. Staying here for a long time despite being exposed.

There were so many questions that Mochir had to write a convincing letter to Dumbledore.

He had no intention of going to see what that white light was.

What's there to be embarrassed about?

He, Mochir Cavendish, Professor of Muggle Studies at Hogwarts, Hidden Scholar of Ravenclaw, Scholar of Soul Research, Professor-level Alchemist...

After all, he is just a weak admissions teacher now, not a combatant.

In many Muggle film and television works, in order to highlight the idea of ​​​​individual heroes, from the Avengers to the community police, they are all top-notch. When something happens, they really do it without considering the consequences. .

But in Moqil's view, isn't this a tiger?

If you can fight in groups, why do you need to fight one-on-one?

In other words, if you are hiding at home and watching your teammates win team battles, why should you go up to resist damage and cause your own rating to drop?

Dumbledore will find someone.

But if it's just a simple suspicion, the person you call may not be reliable.

To this end, Mochir copied the two video files in the computer to the crystal ball and asked the owl to deliver them to Dumbledore.

He continued to monitor the situation on the street in the video.

……

The response came quickly.

Early the next morning, three Ministry of Magic strikers triggered Mochir's early warning magic.

As expected of Dumbledore, Mochir had thought that the people coming would be other professors from Hogwarts or members of the Order of the Phoenix. Unexpectedly, he actually mobilized strikers from the Ministry of Magic.

Dumbledore did not have the power to mobilize the Magical Law Enforcement Reconnaissance Team, but as long as he wrote a complaint letter to the Ministry of Magic as a concerned citizen, Fudge did not dare to ignore it.

Strikers are a group of wizards specially trained by the Magical Law Enforcement Corps to apprehend dangerous criminals. Although it seems that their functions overlap with those of Aurors, the functions of Strikers are actually more geared towards armed combat rather than criminal investigation. To become a striker, you need to obtain at least five O.W.L. certificates, and one of them is for Defense Against the Dark Arts.

For example, if Aurors are Muggle detectives, then strikers are Muggle special police officers.

After two hours, a young beater who almost burst out and almost couldn't resist giving the Muggle hotel a fire spell to check his identity carefully, Mochir unlocked the magic.

He has let V2.1 return to the laboratory and receives them himself.

For the three experienced hitters, although the alchemy doll is rare, it is definitely not unseen. Although the two-hour identity check will still be a bit unstable, Mochier does not want to cause unnecessary trouble. .

"Professor, you are really cautious. If we didn't have people who are good at concealing magic, we wouldn't be able to find you." A middle-aged wizard in his thirties said with emotion, his tone was sinister, and he was obviously disappointed that he had just been raped. I was very dissatisfied with being blocked outside the door.

The other two people followed the wizard, a man and a woman, looking around carefully. It seemed that they should be the wizard's men.

Ordinary wizards can't detect his multi-layered concealment magic. He is worthy of being a striker who earns 700 gold galleons a month.

"It's just some little tricks, sir." Mochir ignored the other party's weirdness and said straight to the point: "I am Mochir Cavendish, the new Muggle Studies professor at Hogwarts. I think you already know what’s going on here?”

The wizard nodded. He did not tell Moqil his name. Instead, he walked to the window and took out two crystal balls from his arms. He opened the curtains and raised his left hand, "This should be the perspective here. Bar?"