Chapter 412
Grindelwald: Give Me the Wand
Chapter 412 Grindelwald: Give Me the Wand
Brolin's tone was filled with sadness and disappointment. Abigail gritted her teeth and her eyes turned red.
She didn't think she had forgotten, she just... had some breathing space while spending time with the children...
But the Patronus had indeed changed, and that was something she couldn't explain.
Baird shifted his gaze slightly to look at the bottles reflecting the light on the shelf.
There must be a reason for a wizard who has received a systematic education and has a decent identity to join their anti-wizard organization.
Either they grew up in the organization, their parents and family members are all members of the organization, and they identify with the organization more than their teachers and classmates in the magic school.
Or they are like Abigail, who is full of hatred towards the wizarding community and even desires to be destroyed along with the world.
After a moment of silence, Brolin sighed and softened his tone.
"Sierra, you are tired, go back and rest for a while." He said, "You don't have to go back to that school."
"My mission is not over yet." Abigail raised her head and said unwillingly, "I am willing to prove myself with practical actions!"
"I remember you said in your letter that Weed Grey had handed the puppet to you?" Brolin asked.
"……Yes."
"Then your mission is over," Brolin said.
The faint smile on his face had completely disappeared, and there was hidden doubt and suspicion in his eyes.
Ali Gale's heart chilled, she clenched her fists, lowered her eyes and said, "I understand."
……
Watching his companions leave in despair, Baird said, "Sera just saved the students on the train. She is now at the peak of her prestige and the students are very convinced of her... Her departure now will be very detrimental to our mission."
Brolin let out a long sigh.
The gray-haired bartender next to him spoke up. While wiping his glass, he said, "I'd rather fail the mission than risk my companions betraying me."
"Abigail holds too much confidential information. If she betrays us, the damage to the organization will be immeasurable."
"Besides, there aren't many wizards like her who have mastered most of the magic systems and have excellent grades. Even if she is not sent out from now on, it is much better for her to stay at the base and teach those children than to have a problem with her position."
"I understand." Baird nodded.
"How's that kid you're taking care of?" Brolin asked. "It seems like the mission isn't going well?"
"Yes." Baird said ashamedly, "Ved Grey's whereabouts are uncertain even in school, and it is very difficult to get close to him. Khalil was sorted into a different college, and we rarely have the opportunity to get along with him."
"It seems that I chose the wrong person." Brolin shook his head slightly. "I thought that with the kid's friendliness, it would be easier to establish a good relationship and exert influence. But I forgot that if there is a snowy mountain in front of me, a mere torch cannot light it up."
"I heard that even Ravenclaw students find it difficult to talk to that Gray."
Baird frowned and said, "He has very few friends, and he brought all his friends into a small club to concentrate on study and research."
"He doesn't play games, doesn't date, doesn't go to parties, doesn't watch games, and doesn't even often appear in the college common room - when he doesn't have classes, even his best friends don't know where he is."
Baird looked incredulous. He couldn't understand why there could be such a teenager. What was the point of living like this?
It's not like he didn't do anything in the past six months. Baird opened a snack shop in Hogsmeade. Many students would visit the shop every weekend. Even if he didn't ask around, he could still hear a lot of gossip about the school.
After listening for a long time, he forgave Khalil's slow progress - if it were him, he would not know how to approach someone who could not be found at all.
"It would have been impossible for Vider Grey to surpass most adult wizards and achieve so many accomplishments in just two or three years without a heart that is willing to be lonely and able to endure solitude."
Brolin said with an appreciative tone: "Isn't it this spirit that has enabled our organization to develop to this day? From another perspective, these pure scholars are actually easier to use."
——A pure scholar?
Baird thought of some of the rumors he had heard - such as turning cockroaches into cockroach cows and scaring classmates to pee their pants - and always felt that this "scholar" was not so pure.
But he still bowed and said, "Yes, you are right."
"Don't worry too much about the missions - you'll have new helpers," Brolin said.
Baird hesitated and asked, "Is it... the next Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?"
Sera is going back, so naturally a new professor will have to take over the position.
In Hogwarts, only the professor of this course changes frequently, making it most convenient to place staff there.
Brolin shook his head and said, "You can't keep working in the same position... just go back and wait patiently."
"Yes."
……
Considering that the presence of their parents would make the children feel restrained, Ferdinand had a house in Westminster cleaned in advance during this holiday, and Wade, Harry and Michael moved there on the third day of the holiday.
This time they each had a bedroom and didn't have to get up on time to eat breakfast. The next day after moving in, Michael slept until noon.
Westminster is located in the central area of London and is much more lively than the remote town where the Gray family lived before. A few people went to the movies in the morning when there were fewer people, and listened to the opera in the evening.
This place is also close to King's Cross Station. From time to time, you can see strangely dressed wizards passing by on the street, and employees of the Ministry of Magic also often come and go in this area.
There is also a playground in the nearby park, which is brightly lit and bustling with people even at night.
They tried all kinds of rides, and as the roller coaster dived down, Harry and Michael's screams made Wade suspect that they were about to have a magical riot.
The park is still preparing for the upcoming Christmas market. Some vendors have already started selling from their carts, while others carry a bag or put small commodities in their pockets and start selling them on the street.
Of course, the most popular are still electronic games. Even adults would be addicted to the fun of leveling up and accumulating points, not to mention two thirteen-year-old boys who have never been exposed to this kind of thing.
After dinner, Michael sat in front of the game console and waved at Wade, saying, "This game can be played by two people. You don't have to accompany us all the time. Just go and do what you need to do!"
Harry was stunned: "Vade, don't you like playing these games? Or do you want to play something else?"
His eyes turned to the pile of game boxes in the corner, trying to find a more attractive one - although in Harry's opinion, every game was full of charm.
Vader waved his hand and said, "It's not a matter of the type of game. I just prefer studying magic."
"Oh..." Harry found it hard to understand, but still said: "Then...then you go and study it..."
Seeing Wade leave in a good mood, as if he was going on a date, Harry was silent for a moment, then turned to Michael and asked:
"Michael, have you finished your homework?"
"What a joke, the holiday has just begun, of course I haven't finished writing it." Michael pressed the power button, turned around and quickly returned to Harry's side, sat cross-legged, and picked up the game controller.
"Should we... write our papers too?" Harry said anxiously, shifting his hips.
"Don't compare yourself with Wade!" Michael said nonchalantly, "I've discovered this a long time ago - if you always compare yourself with Wade, you'll tire yourself out! Don't worry, you'll always finish your homework. The vacation is so short, how can you be worthy of yourself if you don't have some fun?"
"Yeah... you're right."
Harry also sat down calmly, and at the same time made up his mind -
After this game... I'll play games tonight and start doing my homework tomorrow morning...
……
The black fortress stood on the island, and the sea breeze swept the waves, angrily hitting the black reefs.
A layer of ice formed around the island, and the waves kept breaking it up, sweeping it into the sea, and pushing it back again after a while.
The ice and stones collided, making a crackling sound, as if some monster was chewing and swallowing food.
The narrow cell was as cold as a huge block of ice. The walls and floor were covered with thick frost. The ragged old man was only covered with a thin blanket and held a few newspapers in his hands.
Not far ahead, there was a huge mirror leaning against the wall. What was reflected in the mirror was not the appearance of the old man, but a scene of a group of people searching on an almost flattened island.
"The British Ministry of Magic rescued dozens of children abducted by Muggle organizations, the Hogwarts train was attacked by the Ministry of Magic's Dementors, and Muggles also developed weapons to restrict wizards?"
The old man asked sarcastically in a hoarse voice.
"That's what the news says." The man in a black cloak was hanging outside the cell and said respectfully, "When our people arrived on the island, they didn't find anything useful... But it is said that Dumbledore once encountered that kind of weapon head-on."
"What's the result?" the old man asked with interest.
"As you can see... the island has become a ruin." The man said, "The owner of the island also committed suicide before the Aurors arrived."
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Grindelwald in the cell burst into laughter, and he couldn't help coughing a few times.
"Poor Dumbledore... I guess the British Ministry of Magic didn't take his so-called 'weapons' seriously at all."
"Yes." The man said, "Fudge is busy preparing for the Quidditch World Cup in half a year. He thinks this matter is over. 'Weapons' is an alarmist statement made by Dumbledore."
Grindelwald couldn't help laughing again. "I really want to see Dumbledore's expression at that time. Seeing the idiot he chose surpass his expectations every time, Dumbledore's expression must be very interesting."
The person outside the window remained silent. He knew that it would be better for him not to speak at this time, otherwise, whether he agreed or disagreed, it might anger the old man inside.
When the laughter died down, the man said, "Just as you once predicted, the Muggles are developing faster and faster, and the threat to the wizarding world is growing...Sir, we need you to lead us again."
"Leader?" Grindelwald raised his lips and said, "Do you think I am still the same Grindelwald? Look at me, kid. Any kid who hasn't graduated yet can beat me. You want me to lead you?"
"The wizarding world still fears you, sir, and we still wait for you."
The man said in a slightly excited tone: "The signs of danger have begun to appear, but the wizards are still numb!"
"This world is dull, stupid, bloated and lazy! Only when the crisis of death falls upon them do they know how to struggle, but it is too late!"
"Sir, what the magic world needs now is not an invincible warrior, but a wise man! Someone who can see through the future and guide the direction! Your magic may not be as good as before, but your wisdom will not fade with time!"
"Please lead us again, Mr. Grindelwald - for the greater good! For the survival of the wizarding world! To build our ideal country! We need you, we beg you! Sir..."
The man's face flushed with excitement and his body trembled. He clung to the narrow window of the cell and pleaded loudly, wishing he could take his heart out.
After a while, I heard the person inside say, "Stop yelling like that...it's killing me!"
His fanatical expression suddenly froze, his face suddenly turned pale, and his strong body swayed in the cold wind, as if he would fall from the tower at any time.
Then he heard Grindelwald say -
"Give me your wand."
……
Bournemouth, suburb, hospital.
The wheels of the cart creaked. Hearing the noise, a thin figure quickly hid behind the door next to him, leaving only one calm eye, observing the movement outside.
Two men dressed as nurses pushed a cart and passed through the corridor. They were so busy talking that they didn't pay attention to other places.
Mabel, who was hiding behind the door, breathed a sigh of relief. She took out the apple she had just stolen from the ward, opened her mouth wide, and ate it in a few bites.
"Crack, click, click..."
A faint voice was heard, and a caregiver couldn't help but look back.
"What's wrong?" another blond man asked him.
"It seems there are rats..."
The blond man also listened carefully, then frowned and said, "Where is that? You must have heard it wrong."
"No, I really heard it..." the former insisted, and wanted to pull the blond man back to check.
"Okay, stop making trouble! Finish the work quickly and go back to rest!" The blond man swallowed his saliva with lingering fear, looked at the gloomy sky outside, and said fearfully: "If I go back too late and accidentally encounter a Dementor, it will be all over..."
"Yeah..." The man in front shuddered and said in a trembling voice, "What if we get caught...if we escape like this, will the Dementors give us a kiss?"
"Maybe. I remember someone suggested this in the newspaper before... They actually sent out more than a hundred Dementors. The Ministry of Magic is simply crazy!"
"Those monsters might be nearby... Haven't you noticed? The sky hasn't been clear recently!"
"Of course I found out! How about...how about we run away from here? Run away from this city..."
"What a joke! Have you forgotten that all trains to Hogwarts are inspected by those guys? What if you run into them halfway?"
These two people are Lockhart and Gal Trocca, who escaped from Azkaban and are still on the run.
After threatening each other, the two continued to work with sad faces and sighs.
Not far behind them, a black mist swiftly and silently rushed to the roof, and then slowly swam along with the two of them.
(End of this chapter)