No Longer Muggle Baiting...
"Anything yet from that Muggle Baiter?" I ask an MLE, one I recognize from the time that Williamson and I stopped in on at that SoHo place in London a little bit ago.
"Popped up a couple more times. Think he moved, once he realized we had all the Magical's looking out for him in that area," the MLE wizard grumbles. "Two incidents, similar to before. Always using a book. That's how we know it's him. Hoping we can catch him before it ends up going to you Aurors."
Only way it'll officially come to us is if the Baiter ends up killing a bunch of people.
And as the Wizard just said, truly hoping it doesn't come to that.
The lift opens and I step out, nearly colliding into GitWillie as he's doing his usual stride down the hall. He glances at me and smirks.
"Potter. Weasley's busy following up a few old leads on a couple older cases. You and I again. We'll be patrolling Knockturn in two hours."
"Fantastic," I say dryly. "Look forward to it."







