Post by jaredderril on May 9, 2011 16:44:30 GMT -6
Upon a bulletin board you come across a wanted section of many notorious criminals, many have been pinned up by the Ministry of Magic. One looks as if it has been edited though, even with his name up on the board, he boldly steps into the town. The rugged traveler's cloak whipping about in the wind as he walks up to the board and examines the poster. Sneering at the picture thinking they got the wrong side of him, however, that was not his true purpose in coming here.
In fact, he was already posting up a different wanted ad: Jobs for hire at an undercover facility based within the Illgotten forest. One of the most notoroius forests that no one would dare tread across to. Placing it slickly underneath the wanted ad, only those who really looked could see it, and he even used a bedazzling hex, strong enough so that the ad would stay there for at least a few or five years. When you look closely enough it reads in rather strange characters that almost seem readable, but yet like a child's writing:
To whom it may concern,
If you're looking for a job, might I suggest the comforting home of a lovely forest with certain death lurking around every corner, and what's not to like about the swamp that can almost boil a person alive if they stay in it too long. Many magical creatures roam this forest, but they may not be the thing you would think of. Anyone willing to help me in my experiments for finding the fundamentals of creating a breed of magical creature that exceeds the ones that are out there already. I will reward them handsomely for furthering my progress in my research and if we successfully pull off my operations...well we'll discuss the amount after the settlements have been arranged.
If you wish to meet me, please do not head to the forest directly, as there is the off chance you may encounter something formidable enough to waste your carcass into nothing. No evidence, not a trace of filth, I try to preserve wildlife, in a way, but that's besides the point. Paris is too crowded, I changed my mind, meet me at least ten miles south of Paris in an old farm house, make sure you bring only yourself and some personal belongings that you see fit to have with you. Oh, if you're muggle-born or a half-blood, get lost.
Sincerely,
The Mad Breeder
Once more the paper was tucked away safely underneath, and the lone figure walked away unnoticed by anyone. It was as if he was just a ghost on the wind, going to do his own business elsewhere. A sneer crossed his face as he had indeed approved of the wanted ad, but did they really have to use such a gruesome picture, it showed too much tongue.