I Was Spotted By Grindelwald and Went To Hogwarts Chapter 301

Krill turned his gaze to the black-robed wizard, but the other party didn't show a warning gesture, which made him slightly relieved.

"Marshall, do you remember me?" After asking, Krill realized that he had asked a stupid question subconsciously.

However, Marshall just looked at him and nodded: "Of course, Krill."

The black-robed wizard stood there and didn't move. After the conversation between the two, he slowly said, "The Imperius Curse is lifted... Marshall, recall now, did Grindelwald cast any other magic on you?"

Marshall, who was still bound by the magic rope, turned pale, she closed her eyes and thought for a while before panting, "At least not in my memory, but I'm not sure, after all he is Grindelwald, you can Check me in your way."

Hearing this, Creel gestured to his teammates. The other party waved his wand and cast several white light spells in a row, and then nodded at him.

Only then did Krill really feel relieved. He asked his subordinates to release the rope, and Marshall fell to the ground all of a sudden.

"Welcome back, ma'am—but the welcome ceremony may not be held until later."

Marshall clutched her left leg, which was bloodied because of the split, and she shook her head: "It is the greatest luck to be able to come back alive."

"Do you know what to do with the ring on Onassis?"

Marshall turned his head slightly and saw Onassis, who had completely lost his voice. The other party's eyes were wide open, and his face was still confused.

"You can just take it off with the alchemist's puppet. The corpse should be weathered automatically, and the trap spell on the ring will be endured by the puppet..."

"..." She clenched her fists unconsciously, and continued after a while, "Except for the anti-thief waterfall, everything you did was within Grindelwald's expectations..."

Claire's chest heaved twice.

Marshall continued: "During the time when Onassis and I were captured, Grindelwald did not shy away from us. I still remember... He stood in front of me, smiled and put rings on both of us..."

"He said: Sooner or later, you two 'traitors' will be found, and at that time, whoever's Imperius Curse will be lifted first, the other will give him/her a ride. Then, you will be The frightened companions will take off your ring, tsk, it must be very interesting that the two of you turn into dust together..."

The more she talked, the paler Marshall's face became. She was no longer trembling because of the pain, but began to be unable to stop the fear in her heart.

"His means, his mind, his ruthlessness, were unreservedly displayed in front of me..." Marshall showed a tragic smile. .

"Calm down!" Krill shouted loudly.

However, after just waking up calm, Marshall has completely fallen into the fear of hindsight.

Her pupils, her hair, her whole body were shaking uncontrollably.

"Life and death, let her calm down first." Krill quickly ordered.

When the extremely powerful sleeping potion, the water of life and death, was poured into Marshall's throat, she calmed down completely, and then fell into a deep sleep.

The black-robed wizard has been watching all this quietly, until Marshall completely fell asleep, he said slowly.

"Take her back first, let people prepare the soul-clearing and nourishing potions, and the therapist must always be on call. Grindelwald itself is terrible enough, she also killed her own companions herself, plus the sequelae of the Imperius Curse. , Marshall was probably in a nightmare."

He raised his head to look at Krill, his face still hard to see under the hood.

"But we need the information she brings back now, so, by all means, heal her."

Krill nodded: "Ms. Marshall is determined, and I believe she can recover quickly."

"You take people away, I will stay, I have sent a message just now, the doll will be sent to deal with the ring on Onassis' corpse soon." The black-robed wizard said.

Krill glanced at him, nodded at last, and then let Marshall Apparate away.

A messy mountain forest became empty again, leaving only the black-robed wizard standing there quietly.

He stood quietly for a while, then slowly walked to Onassis' side.

He took out a gold-red nameplate from his arms, and the black-robed wizard stroked it.

The nameplate is engraved with the name of Rosa Onassis.

And the hand touching the nameplate turned out to be a translucent pearl white color.

With the touch, the words of Onassis gradually blurred, the words twisted and twisted, and finally became Mopsos.

"My great-grandson, Rosa Mopsos, descendant of the great Prophet Mopsos—" he murmured, "for our great cause you gave your life, and you shall be remembered forever— —”

Then, he slowly stretched out that pearly white translucent right hand.

He touched the ring on Onassis' corpse, and the moment the ring was removed, Onassis' corpse began to blacken rapidly just like what Marshall had encountered before.

Soon, Onassis's body was completely turned into dust, and the withered black flying flakes drifted away with the wind, and fell on every place in a whirl.

The black-robed wizard just shook his robe lightly, shaking the last bit of his great-grandson's existence into the forest.

"What a wonderful magic..." He looked at the ring, even with fascination in his tone, "Grindelwald, how on earth did you do it? This amazing magical creation, such a powerful spell can be stored …”

He whispered a few obscure spells, and then the terrifying ring slowly sank into his translucent palm.

Then, without any sound, he disappeared in place.

"Hey man! Give me that profile!"

""Interview of the Century of Time"... This kind of title, this kind of content, I can't imagine what kind of interest readers will have! Rethink the column title for me!"

"How many times have I said it! Tidying spells are not allowed in the office! Where did that stupid spell go?!"

"Excavation, what we need is to dig deeper! What? Not allowed?! Give me the list, and I will smuggle to Paris tomorrow to find someone to interview!"

A small office is crowded with more than a dozen wizards, heavy folders are piled up in every corner of the desk, and the wall facing the door is full of black and white photos that can be moved. .

From time to time, paper airplanes fly in from outside and land on a certain desk. The owner of the desk will fretfully untie the paper airplane after arguing with his colleagues and take a quick glance.

It's been a busy scene in the Merlin's Weekly Express studio since that story was published.

"Editor-in-chief, escort..." someone shouted.

The middle-aged man wearing a short vest and smoking a pipe raised his head impatiently.

"How many times have I said that, unless the **** is willing to accept our exclusive interview and guarantee the authenticity of the words, we will not accept any contact behavior related to the **** - trying to keep my mouth? Unless you give me ten An Imperius!"

"No, editor-in-chief!" The staff member who came to report was excited, "It's that anonymous person again! The photo of the escort!"

"What? Bring it!" The editor-in-chief didn't even care that the pipe fell, and snatched the envelope wrapped in kraft paper.

There is only one photo.

A man tied in mid-air with ropes widened his eyes. He was hit by an off-screen spell, and then quickly lost his composure.

The editor-in-chief, who has dealt with Aurors, Strikers, and even Azkaban prisoners, immediately recognized it, it was a Killing Curse!

But this is not the key, the key is, that man!

Although he has shaved off his long beard, he can still clearly see the face of the other party. It is a key figure in the report that caused a sensation in the wizarding world in the last issue - Rosa Onassis!

A colleague also came up to look at the photo. He exclaimed and pointed to the side of the photo: "That's the uniform of the escort!"

"Murder and silence..." the editor-in-chief muttered.

The noisy newspaper office fell silent for the first time.

Then, the excited discussions that broke through the ceiling came like a tsunami.

"Big news! Big news!"

"This is enough to prove that the guards have ghosts in their hearts, and they want to silence the person concerned - no, this is already silenced!"

"It's so cruel, they should all be their own people."

The editor-in-chief waved his hand to stop the discussion of the others. He picked up his pipe and took a deep breath, his cheeks slumped in.

He coughed out a large cloud of smoke, then slapped the table hard.

"Work overtime, we are no longer a weekly, but a daily! Early tomorrow morning, no, it's not dark yet, and tonight, I want the entire wizarding world to know the news!"

At this time, the more thoughtful subordinates said worriedly: "Then, are we on the opposite side of the **** team?"

The editor-in-chief sneered: "Naive, after the last report, we have already become enemies with the **** team! Moreover, what is the most important thing for us to do news? Report the truth! Everyone, at this time we "Merlin Weekly Express" The original intention of the establishment!"

Then, he touched his stubble-covered chin again, and his eyes became a seam: "Also, this is obviously a photo of the chase scene, who could have taken this? Could it be Grindelwald? Ha? ——The contradictions within the **** team are bigger than I expected, and the ghosts have all mixed into this kind of team..."

After that, he waved his hand: "Write it for me! Just use the title—"

"Murder and silence, turn enemies into enemies? Why are the escorts raising their wands at their colleagues! 》

In the Hogwarts auditorium, the students who waited for dinner to start each gathered in several piles. They spread out the "Merlin's Weekly News" that was expedited on the long table, lest they miss every word.

"God, it's really a Killing Curse..." Daisy, whose head rested on Sean's shoulder, covered her mouth in surprise.

"The people in the **** team are really ruthless. It was their idea to make people fake death. Now that they are exposed, they have to kill their own companions." Harry also exclaimed.

"...Intentional murder has become a reality, and we would like to ask everyone in the **** on behalf of all wizards."

"In order to cover up the truth, such terrifying methods are used. Should such actions be done by an official organization 'who wants to protect the rights and interests of wizards'?"

"And the Gellert Grindelwald incident, was the Dark Lord's true identity revealed? With all due respect, we did not see any of Grindelwald's horrific actions, but the Unforgivable Curse in the hands of the escort. Expose? I Think, the word persecution may be the truth."

"Above, all my colleagues in "Merlin Weekly Express" bring you this report."

Sean finished the last line of the report in a low voice.

"The situation is reversed..." he muttered.

On the side, the curious baby Daisy glanced at the dead Onassis in the photo again, and then quickly looked away, she said, "It's scary... But, does this prove that the whole thing is actually a guard? The team's conspiracy against Mr. Grindelwald?"

Fred hurriedly replied: "The conspiracy is inevitable, but I don't know what the real purpose of the **** is."

"Rule the world?" Seeing everyone else looking at him, George shrugged. "It can't possibly be trying to monopolize butter beer, right?"

Hermione frowned and looked at the newspaper, which was apparently hastily printed out, and whispered, "The source of this photo is a bit strange, it's obviously a live photo, and someone who can secretly take the photo must be there. The scene - didn't the guards find it?"

Sean nodded: "And as far as I know, the cameras that can take pictures of the event are very moving, and flashes and smoke are basically unavoidable. How can it be taken on the spot..."

"How could it be filmed at the scene?! Hmm? Hmm! Tell me! How did this come about!" At the headquarters of the Wizards' United Guard, a newspaper was slapped violently at Krill's face.

Looking at his angry boss~www.mtlnovel.com~ Krill clenched his teeth tightly, the newspaper slipped from his face, and he saw the photo on the cover.

That was indeed the scene where Onassis was hit by the Killing Curse.

But he couldn't figure it out, he was at the scene, although it happened like this, but - where did the photo come from?

There were always people on the outside who were vigilant, and those present were all his confidants. The only one who could go wrong, Marshall, was under his nose the whole time.

With such a big camera, with such exaggerated smoke and flashes, he couldn't figure out how this photo was taken.

"What about you!" the boss shouted sharply.

Krill hurriedly bowed his head: "Yes, I'm sorry, sir, I don't know either..."

The man who was pacing behind the desk suddenly took a deep breath, then smashed the item on the desk **** Krill's forehead.

"Everyone on the team sent me to the confinement room, I want to ask one by one!"

"Yes." Krill, who had blood on his forehead, replied quickly.

When Krill exited the office, the middle-aged man who had been furious suddenly calmed down.

Behind him, a black-robed wizard stepped out of the shadows.

"Trouble," said the black-robed wizard.

The middle-aged man glanced at him: "Grindelwald has never been a good person to deal with, has Marshall recovered?"

"back to normal."

"Okay—" The man narrowed his eyes, "Let her stay in the general ward, and at the same time, return the wand to her, don't leave the guards, just leave the therapist and nurse."

The black-robed wizard floated up: "I will personally monitor her."

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