Chapter 852
The Best
Chapter 852 The Best
Moody's gaze flickered for a moment, then he finally looked directly at Kingsley and said in a muffled voice:
“I ran into Wade at the venue. When the incident happened… I don’t think he was surprised.”
"Not surprising..."
Kingsley closed his eyes, understanding the intention behind his scheme—
"Was it to test those present? Did Wade think there were people among them who were colluding with the Purgers? But didn't he know..."
He paused, then said gravely, "...Doesn't he realize that this is not a simple test at all! This is opening Pandora's box!"
"Hmph." Moody scoffed. "There's more than one smart person in the world! Do you think that without Wade, no one else would have thought of using... what... the power of the media?"
"Ultimately, it's the American magical community that gave birth to monsters like the Purifiers. Decades ago, they had nothing, yet they could stand on the street handing out flyers; now that they have a more convenient medium, how could they not think about how to exploit it?"
"If the Ministries of Magic of various countries were smart enough, they should have learned from this 'prank' and prepared contingency plans and preventative measures, instead of waiting until disaster actually struck and finding it was too late!"
Moody's tone was initially somewhat argumentative, but the more he talked, the more convinced he became of his point, and his voice grew louder.
Kingsley rubbed his forehead, looking troubled, and said:
"But if the Magical Congress of the United States wasn't prepared, how could the British Ministry of Magic have been? When it saw the crisis, it should have informed the Ministry of Magic so we could prepare for it, instead of using this to test one or two traitors within the Magical Congress!"
Moody was silent for a moment, and the demonic eye stopped its frantic spinning and stared fixedly at Kingsley.
At that moment, he suddenly realized the difference between the two.
Although they were all hailed as the "best Aurors" during their respective terms, ...
Perhaps it's because he has been retired for many years, while Kingsley is currently holding an important position;
Perhaps it was because he had been neighbors with the Gray family for a long time and got along well, but they were unfamiliar strangers to Kingsley;
Perhaps it was because of Moody's own suspicious nature that he was ridiculed as a "madman" for many years, and many people in the Ministry of Magic also regarded him as a joke, always with a mocking look in their eyes;
Kingsley, on the other hand, was highly regarded and respected. Both the previous and current Ministers of Magic, as well as several candidates, regarded him as an indispensable talent, and the young Aurors listened to him without question.
In short, upon hearing Kingsley's entirely correct, insightful, and Ministry of Magic-based accusations...
Moody felt a sudden unease.
At that moment, he realized that although he was still willing to fight to the death for the safety of the magic world, some things were ultimately different.
The scars on his face cast menacing shadows under the light, and his voice carried an indescribable depth.
"Since you're so worried, why don't you ask Wade yourself?"
He paused for a moment and added, "After all... Pandora's box can only be closed by the one who opens it."
When Kingsley and Moody first arrived in the United States, they reached a consensus—never to contact Wade proactively.
The Auror squad is an open secret, constantly under the watchful eyes of certain individuals. A hasty confrontation could alert those watching them to the presence of Vader lurking in the shadows.
Conversely, when Wade needed their help, it was easy and without any restrictions. Of course, Kingsley felt there was an unspoken understanding between them that they wouldn't easily break this state of mutual isolation.
They should be two parallel lines that never intersect; this is the safest and most compliant with safety guidelines.
But at this moment, the lingering fear of "the magical world being completely exposed" still echoed in his mind. After weighing the options for a moment, Kingsley finally took out the Book of Friends.
[Kingsley: Why open the Pandora's Box?] A moment later, a line of text appeared smoothly:
[Wade: Have you heard the story of "The Boy Who Cried Wolf"?]
……
Late at night, the main control room of FMC's US branch was still brightly lit.
Unlike the Ministry of Magic, this place isn't filled with flickering candlelight and fluttering parchment, nor are there paper airplanes whizzing overhead.
In the very center of the hall is a huge curved main screen wall, which is divided into twenty or thirty sections of varying sizes that constantly switch images and are flashing with snowflake-like bright spots.
All FMC employees are off tonight, and there are only a few people in the huge hall.
Despite being nearly forty, supervisor Nelson acted like an intern entering an office for the first time, carefully carrying a freshly ground hot coffee into the main control room.
His gaze fell on the boy whose back was to him, and his eyes involuntarily revealed an almost burning admiration and longing.
The boy was writing something in his friend's book, a slight smile playing on his lips. Nelson felt as if every hair on his head was radiating wisdom.
Antoine, the curly-haired guy, stood to the side, looking around openly, and didn't move aside even though Nelson glared at him several times.
Nelson cursed the curly-haired man under his breath, but since the other man was a friend of Wade Gray, he could only keep his dissatisfaction to himself and stand a few meters away like a butler, not peeking at what Wade Gray was writing.
A moment later, Wade put away his quill and closed his friend's book, and Nelson tiptoed over.
"Mr. Gray, your coffee."
Nelson placed the coffee on the table, his voice unconsciously respectful.
“Thank you, Mr. Nelson.” Wade smiled and said, “I’m sorry to have troubled you by using your place temporarily.”
"You're too kind!" Nelson quickly waved his hand, his tone even a little flattered. "It's our honor that you can come here! It's absolutely not an intrusion!"
"Besides, the boss has instructed us that we should do our best to help you whenever you need it! You don't need to be so formal!"
He bowed hastily and said, "Then I'll go out first. If you need anything, please ring the bell. Rest assured, I will remain silent about everything I saw and heard today and will absolutely not reveal anything about you!"
He emphasized the word "keep silent" and gave Antoine a veiled glance, clearly implying something.
Then, Nelson bowed slightly and left the room, looking somewhat awkward.
The moment he heard the door close, Antoine couldn't help but chuckle and reached out to ruffle Wied's hair.
“Look, you can run into admirers anytime you go out now, Vader,” Antoine said. “Even in other countries.”
“These kinds of admirers…don’t I already have them?” Vader glanced at him sideways, raising an eyebrow. “Otherwise, why would I have gone to Graycastle in the first place?”
"Hahahaha..." Antoine laughed loudly, "That's right!"
Grindelwald went all the way to kidnap a teenager, took him back, and then fed and cared for him... In terms of this behavior, how can he not be considered a "die-hard fan"?
(End of this chapter)