The crimson cottage.
Harry's mouth gaped open at the masked man's sudden appearance, revealing his brilliantly white teeth. He instinctively wrapped himself tighter in the blanket, his groin tightening involuntarily as he stammered, "The money's in my pants..."
He wasn't foolish, not like those extras in films who start with curses and then get killed off instantly.
The masked figure shook their head, a mechanical voice emanating from where their mouth should be. "Don't want money!"
Not the money?
Harry shrank back, even more terrified.
"Harry, you're just as your brother said—not very brave," the masked person commented with a hint of disdain as they hopped off the bed. Under Harry's terrified gaze, they pulled out a flashlight and shone it beside him. "I need information on these two people."
Harry followed the beam of light and only then noticed a very blurry photo next to him.
But when he made out the figures in the photo, he was stunned.
It was them!!!
「Early morning.」
