Chapter 435
Why did we fail?
Chapter 435 Why did we fail?
The golden bell was swaying slightly in the air, but there was no hammer in the middle of the bell.
Delain pointed his wand, and the crystal bottle floating in the air shattered, and golden powder swept towards Moreau.
Moro subconsciously held his breath, shielded his eyes with the back of his hand, and watched the scattered gold powder gather towards the bell hanging on his wrist, and even formed a small vortex in the air.
He shook his arms a few times, and the gold powder swayed in the air. After a while, it was all absorbed by the bell.
"Antoine, are you feeling unwell?" Delain asked.
Morrow moved his arms and shoulders and said, "No, everything is fine. I don't feel unconscious."
Grindelwald waved his finger, and the empty chair next to him rolled to the center of the room.
"Break it," he said.
Moreau pointed his wand at the chair: "Thunderbolt explosion!"
The spell hit the target, the wood exploded, and even a burst of hot air spread out with the air flow.
"No difference from before," Moreau said confidently. "That gold dust really had no effect on me - I thought the mysterious magic would be more difficult!"
"The more powerful it is, the more fragile it will be." Grindelwald said: "Time magic is indeed terrible, but if it is condensed into powder, a small container can contain it."
"But one is not enough. Vader, Wowereit, I need more... uh, does this thing have a name?" Grindelwald asked.
"The dust bell." Wowelet smiled proudly. "Ved named it."
"Oh."
Grindelwald looked at Vader and said with disdain, "It's really the same level as your communication pea. The work is like the alchemist's child. How can you name it so casually?"
Wade said nonchalantly, "Isn't it good to be simple and easy to understand? You can tell what it does as soon as you hear it."
Grindelwald sighed, thought for a moment and then said, "Shivangis... that's his name. I need at least 180 of them. How long will it take you to prepare them?"
"One hundred and eighty..." Wowelet estimated the progress of the two and said, "About two days."
A mature alchemist can form multiple sets of materials at the same time. An alchemist is equivalent to a small factory.
Wovilet also has several apprentices who can complete some basic work, such as material refining and shaping.
Two days, and this is even taking into account the efficiency of two people under normal rest. In fact, it can be even faster.
"Then we will carry out the next operation in three days. Weed Grey..." Grindelwald looked at the young wizard and said, "Get ready. You will also participate this time."
……
"Ugh……"
Back in the alchemy room, Wovilet sighed for the third time, and his sad look was unbearable even for Wade, who originally didn't intend to speak.
"It's okay, don't worry." Wade comforted him, "Mr. Grindelwald also asked me to stay with him last time. There is no one safer than me in the whole place."
"I'm not worried about that. If Gellert doesn't want anything to happen to you, he will definitely not let you get into trouble... What I'm worried about is..."
Wowelet didn't say anything else and sighed deeply again.
Wade knew what was worrying him, but he couldn't influence Grindelwald's thoughts, so he could only pretend not to know.
The last time Grindelwald took him out, he was just a safe bystander. But this time... I'm afraid it won't be so easy.
He hasn't even turned fourteen yet. At this age, whether it's going to the battlefield, killing people, or just facing such cruel scenes, even if Wovilet is a dark wizard, it's too early.
As night fell, the two of them simply tidied up the alchemy room and then went to eat.
The house-elves had already brought dinner to the table. Of course, it couldn't compare to the richness of Hogwarts, but even a simple vegetable salad felt more delicious.
While eating, Wowelet still had a sad face. When he forked a piece of tomato, he thought of the scene of blood flowing; when he took a piece of grilled chicken steak, he imagined the scene of a living person being roasted into charcoal.
He had seen scenes like that many times before, but this time was different.
Next to every picture he imagined, there was a Vader with a pale face and trembling, who had to raise his wand under the gaze of the terrifying Dark Lord.
Before finishing dinner, Wowelet suddenly stood up and shouted, "No! We can't do this!"
Vader was startled by him and blinked blankly.
Then he saw Wowelet quickly go into his bedroom, rummage through the drawers, and take out a...soft light badge?
This is also Wade's work. It can add a layer of magical beauty filter to people in the natural environment, making their appearance look more pleasing to the eye. Its only shortcoming is its short validity period. It has been selling well since its launch and is very popular even among the Witch Party.
——What does Wowelet do with this thing?
Wade looked at the old man in confusion as he happily came out with the badge and said:
"Look familiar, right? Young people all love beauty, so anyone wearing such a badge wouldn't look weird. Even an old man like me couldn't help but buy a few."
He pinned the badge on Wade's chest with his own hands, helped him straighten his clothes, and whispered:
"I have modified this badge a little bit. It is now a portkey pointing to this castle. If...if Gellert embarrasses you, you must return immediately."
"Don't worry about them causing trouble for you later, I'm here for you! No matter what Gellert asks, just say it was all my idea... I still have some face..."
……
The waiter knocked on the door gently and said, "Sir, your dinner is here."
The door was opened, and the man wearing a scarf and with an almost bald head took the plate, glanced at the waiter calmly, and said, "Thank you."
The waiter was stunned for a moment, then kept smiling as he watched the other party close the door again, secretly amazed.
——The guest’s appearance did not match his eyes at all, as if the soul of a soldier was stuffed into the body of a thief.
but……
Who says that a person with a wretched appearance cannot have a noble temperament? Maybe he had a rough and tumble experience, but was defeated by fate and became unkempt...
The waiter thought of a plot comparable to a movie in his mind, pushing the food cart to the next room, and it seemed that those unique eyes still flashed before his eyes from time to time.
"Dinner is here, Miss Maybelle."
Peter II placed pancakes, grilled sausages and a plate of fruit on the table, along with a large pitcher of sweet milk.
"Thank you."
Mabel, who had just come out of the bathroom, was steaming hot. She sat at the table, picked up the pancake and rolled up the sausage, and said shyly, "Are you really not going to have some?"
"We don't need to eat, Miss Maybelle," Peter Two said, shaking his head.
This wasn't the first time Mabel had heard this answer, but it still seemed a little strange.
No matter how he looks like a human, and his speech is not out of place, he is essentially the same as the Rubik's Cube or the broom next to him. Sometimes when you think about it, you will find it a bit scary. But after spending a long time together, Mabel discovered that this ugly Peter No. 2 is actually a restrained, silent and reliable good person... a good puppet.
When Mabel left with a group of puppets, she thought that she would have to sleep in the open air and search everywhere. She also thought about how to deal with it in time if she got sick.
But in reality, she was doing better than ever.
When traveling on a broom, the Rubik's Cube Doll will unfold a shield-like baffle to block the cold wind. Mihaly flaps his wings beside it, raising up hot air and not feeling the coldness at high altitude at all.
The puppets also took into consideration her needs for food, drink and rest, so they stopped in front of a very upscale local hotel in the evening.
Peter No. 2 checked in as an adult, and he was even able to provide various legal registration information and documents, but no one knew how he got them.
The Rubik's Cube puppet turned into a suitcase and was quietly brought into the room by Peter No. 2.
Then, Mabel, who was invisible in a cloak, rode on a broom and flew in through the window. The hotel provided a variety of delicious food and hot baths.
There was no need to worry about safety. At night, Mabel slept on a soft big bed. Occasionally, when she woke up in the middle of the night and opened her eyes, she would see several puppets quietly guarding the window or door.
During the day, they tracked several places attacked by the Witch Party, but could not get close. They could only watch from afar as the wizards dealt with the aftermath. The brooms would sometimes be disguised as ordinary flying brooms to eavesdrop on those people's conversations.
But starting two days ago, this blindly searching search finally made great progress - a wizard began to contact them and provide information.
He was a businessman named Marchionne, said to be a partner of Weed Grey.
"Can that guy be trusted?" Broom muttered, "There's a saying in my mind: All businessmen are dishonest. These cunning guys will do anything to pursue profit."
Mabel glanced instinctively at its elongated body and its flattened twigs.
—Mind? Where is its brain?
"Isn't that just right?" Peter II said, "It is in his best interest to save the Lord."
"Whether he is trustworthy is a question that the master needs to judge. I only care whether the information he provides is useful." said the Rubik's Cube Puppet.
"Does he know you are puppets?" Mabel asked curiously.
"I know." said the Rubik's Cube Puppet.
When it left, it also took the friend's book that Wade left at home, intending to use it occasionally to get information.
But with the parchment between them, others probably couldn't trust their identities, so they were very cautious and didn't contact them. Apart from Dumbledore's invitation to them to join him, only Marchionne took the initiative to send various intelligence after being silent for a few days.
None of the witch party members showed their faces in the streaming video, but Marchionne analyzed the material and patterns of their boots and helped the puppets to roughly determine the range of their search.
[If I'm not mistaken, their base should be in the southwest of Sweden. You'd better look inland, for an ancient castle that has seen magic.]
[That man was imprisoned in the prison at sea for forty-eight years. The cold and humid climate must have caused great damage to his body, so the place he chooses to live now must be far away from the coast.]
——This is the message sent by Marchionne two days ago.
There are only about 300 castles in the whole of Sweden. Excluding those along the coast and those that have become tourist attractions, it won’t take long to find them all.
The fear is that Grindelwald will hide the castle completely.
But they still have Maybelle in their team.
Born out of hatred for demonic magic, Obscurus has an extraordinary sensitivity to magical power.
After dinner, Mabel crossed out the places she had visited today from the map and discussed tomorrow's itinerary with the puppets. Just as she was about to rest, she heard the Rubik's Cube puppet suddenly say:
"Marchioni sent another message..."
It opened the friend's book and saw a strange name written on it.
"John Adler? An ordinary person who can't do magic...may become the next target of the Witch Party...Have you heard of this name?"
All the living and non-living things in the room, including Mabel, shook their heads.
"What should we do then?" Mabel asked, drawing on the map. "Should we continue to check the castle or go find Adler first?"
The Rubik's Cube Puppet looked at the words that appeared on the parchment one by one and fell into deep thought.
……
"The badge has been changed to a portkey?"
Grindelwald repeated, with an unfathomable smile on his face.
"Yes." The house-elf in the grey pillowcase lowered his head and repeated Wowelet's words word for word.
These creatures have large, flexible ears that can rotate independently, and their hearing is extremely acute, and most wizards will subconsciously ignore them.
Grindelwald, who had experienced the war, did not ignore the power and unique role of this creature. He cast spells in his study, bedroom and conference room. Even the house-elves could only hear a "buzzing" noise outside the room.
But Wowereit did not have this awareness, and Grindelwald did not pass on his experience to others.
At this time, after hearing what the house-elf said, Grindelwald hadn't said anything yet, but Delain, who was standing beside him, showed an angry look.
"Sir." He leaned forward and said, "Wowelet is showing signs of betrayal. Should I go..."
Grindelwald raised his hand to stop him from saying anything else, and said to the house-elf, "I understand. You should go back to work first."
"Yes."
The house-elf vanished with a snap.
Grindelwald then looked at Delion, but he was not angry as he had expected. Instead, he smiled and said:
"Although Antoine didn't say anything, he probably has the same concerns as Wowereit. What about you, Günter?"
"What do you think about me taking Vider Grey with me on my next mission?" Grindelwald asked.
"Wovilet and Antoine were blinded by personal feelings and did not appreciate your good intentions."
Delain said without hesitation: "Ved Grey controls the bells... controls the production of Shivangis, and if he has bad intentions, it may cause us great losses."
"You brought him with you to ensure everyone's safety. It's a sound and prudent strategy!"
He spoke in a very sincere manner, without any flattery or hypocrisy, because that's what he meant from the bottom of his heart.
But when Grindelwald heard this, he burst into laughter, and his thin chest trembled like a drum.
Delain looked at him anxiously, afraid that he would choke on laughing like last time.
Then, he saw the monarch he chose put away his smile and sighed, "Gint, have you ever thought about... why our previous career failed?"
(End of this chapter)