Chapter 12 Camera
Cornwall is located at the southwest end of England Island. The coastline here is winding and beautiful, with pleasant scenery, and its beaches are clean and delicate. It is a resort for summer travel in the UK.
At this time, the night was low, and Harry Potter, who was cast with a constant invisibility curse, stood on an unknown beach somewhere in Cornwall, leaning against the reef, waiting quietly.
He was wearing a slightly thin dress, carrying a shoulder bag on his shoulder, holding the holly wood wand in his hand, and wearing Bluetooth headphones in his ears.
"Mr. Li Ang, have the people you mentioned not come yet?"
"It's almost done."
In the Bluetooth headset, Li Ang's voice seemed careless, "It shows through the satellite map that they still have three minutes to drive, and now they take out the camera from their bag."
Although he was confused, Harry still closed his mouth and took out the camera equipment from his shoulder bag as Li Ang’s instructions. After debugging, he turned on the camera mode and waited patiently.
After a long time, the sound of cars came, and a green jeep drove off the road, and the rubber tires ran over sparse weeds, stained with delicate sand, and drove to the beach.
Swipe and the car door opened, and seven pale men walked down.
These men were all burly and strong, wearing extremely uniform British Scotland Yard police uniforms, and their temperament was cold and stiff as iron and stone. It made people wonder how the Jeep came here.
Harry hid beside the reef and looked at them in confusion.
In the Bluetooth headset, Li Ang scolded: "What are you doing when you are standing there? Take a photo!"
"oh oh."
Harry hurriedly picked up the camera and pointed it at them.
This young wizard was no longer naive, and could feel the strong blood energy that was stagnant in these people's bones.
They are all werewolf police officers who were recruited by the thirteen clans of the blood clan.
The strong man in the lead seemed to notice something, frowned, raised his head, twitched his nose, and tried to smell a strange smell in the salty sea breeze.
However, the effect of the constant invisibility curse has exceeded the limit he can perceive, so everything is as usual and the plan continues.
The strong man took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. The red light under the dark night was particularly conspicuous. "Hurry up and move that thing down, why are you rubbing it?"
The subordinates carried out the order without saying a word. They dragged a large black cloth bag from the car. The protruding outline of the cloth bag blended into the night, and the shadows were unreal.
A werewolf carried a cloth bag, and the cloth bag made a "whimper" sound. The outline of the outside is constantly changing, and the inside should be a living thing.
The thick-soled boots of the resistant werewolf stepped on the soft beach, leaving a long list of footprints. He glanced at the coastline and said, "Can you put it here?"
"Let it go here."
The werewolf leader glanced at him and said impatiently: "Do work quickly, it's so cold here."
Others started to act silently, and they took a lot of tool parts from the car, including but not limited to cameras, tripods, police fluorescent isolation tapes, etc.
Harry watched the werewolf marking a beach, arranged a fluorescent isolation belt around it, and then set up a tripod inside the isolation belt to stand the camera on it.
Immediately, the werewolf opened the cloth bag.
The cloth bag contains a boy.
To be more precise, it is a four-year-old boy from the Middle East.
He was wearing ordinary old clothes, with cloth tied with his hands and feet, and his mouth was stuffed with cloth. He kept crying because of fear and hesitation.
Standing behind the rocks in the distance, Harry holding the camera was stunned. He looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't believe his eyes.
The werewolf looked at the boy with cold and ruthless eyes, bathed in the cold sea breeze, and watched him whimper in a low voice.
A tall werewolf muttered, "Tsk tsk, the blood clan men are really a waste of resources. The food with such a high concentration of divine blood is actually used as a show."
Another werewolf shook his head and said indifferently: "Haha, if it weren't for the perfection of the effect, this child would have been raised by the blood clan men and treated as a private blood bank."
"Don't complain. As long as the refugee child is drowned and throw it on the beach for a photo, he is said to have suffered a shipwreck while smuggling by boat, the world's sympathy for refugees will rise to the extreme in a short period of time."
The werewolf leader said, throwing cigarette butts to the ground casually and crushing them with his boots. "The last King's Cross incident caused a lot of controversy in the UK. In order to overwhelm this public opinion trend, new public opinion hotspots must be created so that the people can continue to endure it.
The child's parents and siblings were originally facing the fate of being deported.
Now as long as he dies, the people shed tears of sympathy for him, refugees from the Middle East in the whole of Britain and Europe can stay. What a good deal. If he can understand English, he will definitely raise his hands and feet to agree."
The werewolf leader's words caused a burst of laughter again. A werewolf stood up, lifted the Middle East boy from the ground, and tore off all the cloth strips that tied him.
A long list of Arabic begging for mercy was spoken from the boy's mouth, and he cried helplessly, saw the smiles raised from the corners of the werewolf's mouth, and he clumsily began to communicate in English, "help, help."
"Hahaha, so you know English?"
The werewolf laughed and pinched the boy's neck, walked into the sea, and pressed his head into the sea water deep into his waist.
Harry Potter took a step subconsciously, but Li Ang's lazy voice came from his Bluetooth headset, "Mr. Potter, what are you going to do?"
"Stop them."
"You can't beat them." Li Ang said indifferently: "You are a student of Hogwarts, a professional education, and know the horrors of werewolf.
Unlike the werewolf in the wild who had never seen blood and fought by instinct alone, the werewolf police officers in Scotland Yard have been receiving the benefits of the blood clan for many years and can receive the share of divine blood every month.
Their witchcraft resistance is far beyond your imagination. Even the sophisticated and cruel Aurors dare not guarantee that they can beat these werewolfs in a one-on-two battle."
Li Ang paused and calmly explained the facts, "In other words, once you release the witchcraft, you will break the invisible spell I have put on you, and those werewolfs will rush to tear you to pieces."
“….”
Harry was silent, he knew that what Li Ang was saying was the truth.
The child's struggle obviously cannot withstand the brute force of an adult werewolf. In one second or two seconds, the werewolf's suit was stained with white foam by the rising and falling waves. He whistled casually and endured the fishy smell of the sea breeze.
"I asked you to come here just to let you take a video of Scotland Yard police officers persecuting refugee children and creating perjury."
Li Ang's voice was as magical as it bewitched Harry's mind, "You don't need to take action, you just need to stay where you are, quietly wait for the incident to happen, and after the werewolf retreats, then spread the video, and the conspiracy of the blood clan will be self-defeating."
“….”
Harry gritted his teeth and looked at the waves fluttering on the sea in the distance. The camera on his hand was still photographing everything silently, like the most outstanding observer.
Just observation is enough.
"There is no victory without sacrifice, Mr. Potter." Leon said calmly: "Think about your relatives who were persecuted by refugees in the Middle East, and think about the British people who died tragically under the butcher knife. They are your compatriots and they are the people you really need to care about."
"................. one code is the same, Mr. Li Ang."
Chapter completed!