I Was Spotted By Grindelwald and Went To Hogwarts Chapter 335

"Sir, sir!"

French Auror office chief Rudner Brent, who had just put on his pajamas and was about to fall asleep with his wife, was awakened by a knock on the door.

"Damn it!" Brent scolded as he put on his clothes and walked towards the door.

"If it weren't for the news about Grindelwald and the group of black wizards who attacked Muggles, I swear I would have cast a hundred Vomiting Charms on you."

Brent scolded and walked to the door, but as soon as he opened the door, he returned to his former seriousness and majesty.

"What happened, so anxious?" Brent asked in a deep voice.

His subordinate Auror took a breath and replied quickly: "We may have found traces of Grindelwald!"

"What?!" Brent couldn't keep the serious expression on his face all of a sudden.

His cheeks twitched unnaturally, and then he asked anxiously: "What's the situation? And, I told you, if you find traces of Grindelwald, don't make a rash move, haven't you forgotten?!"

The other party swallowed his saliva. Although it was funny that his always strict boss showed this kind of anxiety that was not in line with his identity, but after experiencing that night in Paris, he naturally understood the other party's thoughts.

Just relying on the Aurors of the French Ministry of Magic, if one person can successfully get back to Grindelwald, it will be a great success.

He replied hurriedly: "Our people didn't... didn't arrest him rashly. To be precise, we didn't see the trace of each other in person."

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"Then what are you yelling about!" Brent glared at his subordinates and took care of his collar, which was not neat because of his panic.

"Yes, we can't hold our breath, I'm sorry, sir."

"Tell me, what's the situation?" Brent raised his hand and returned to his former appearance.

The Auror took a deep breath: "In the westernmost suburb of Paris, a fire broke out in a mansion that originally belonged to a Muggle. But our patrolling found the fluctuation of magic power, and, someone recognized it, it should be Ai The new residence of the Ken family after the old house was burned down."

Hearing this, Brent's eyes sank.

Of course, he knew that the place had been bought by old Aiken, and in order to get it at a low price, old Aiken also used some small magic on the original owner-this was a serious violation of the secrecy law.

But that was old Aiken after all, France's No. 1 seller of magic items.

Therefore, Brent chose to ignore it.

And there is a deep hatred between old Aiken and Grindelwald...

Thinking of this, the composure he finally regained could no longer be maintained, and he asked anxiously, "How is the situation at the scene?"

"There's nothing left that has been burned. Someone discovered the remaining magic power fluctuations..." The Auror swallowed, "It seems to be the flame spell that Grindelwald used at Lachaise Cemetery..."

"So, we didn't dare to act rashly..."

Well done, don't mess with that devil... Brent let out a sigh of relief.

"What about the rest?"

"They're all nearby now, sir, what do you think?"

Brent pondered for a while, and finally gritted his teeth: "Call everyone up and ask the magic observer to observe the scene."

"Yes!"

Twenty minutes later, all the French Aurors gathered in the western suburbs of Paris.

In front of him, the originally luxurious manor has been burnt down.

It wasn't until the flames finally got smaller and the observer in front sent a signal of safety that Brent waved his hand.

All the Aurors raised their wands vigilantly and slowly advanced towards the still burning ruins.

After some inspection, the nervous Aurors breathed a sigh of relief.

Grindelwald is not here...

Brent also stepped forward from the rear, and he ordered: "Exit the fire, check the situation, and see if there are any survivors."

Hearing this, several Aurors looked at each other in dismay.

The fire has been burning for at least half an hour, and it would be **** if there are survivors...

Of course Brent knew that, but the scene still had to go.

The fire was put out, and the Aurors marched into the rubble.

"Sir! Sir!" Suddenly, someone shouted, and the voice was full of fear.

"Shout out! Don't lose the face of the French elite wizards!" Brent scolded.

He walked steadily towards the scene surrounded by Aurors.

Through the crowd, Brent caught sight of the sight before him.

Then he only felt his scalp numb, the saliva in his mouth secreted frantically, and the terrifying night a few months ago seemed to resurface again.

In front of you is the only part of the entire manor that hasn't been burned down.

Twelve **** of ashes were neatly piled up on the gorgeous marble floor.

An Auror trembled and whispered: "According to our information, there are old Aiken and his hired wizards living here, adding up to eleven people, we don't know who the remaining group is, but we suspect it may be Old Aiken. son of..."

This bizarre scene made Brent shiver, and he could even see the scene here an hour ago.

Grindelwald opened the door casually with a smile, and killed everyone here with the ease of greeting an old friend.

Then, the flames rose, and all the bodies were burnt to ashes - ashes to warn them of those who came later...

And old Aiken, the French magic tool trading giant, this ancient and pure surname, has been completely wiped out.

From now on, there will be no pure blood Aiken in Paris!

Brent took a deep breath, tucked his tightly clenched hands into his robes, and tried to maintain his dignity.

He shouted to the other Aurors: "Go, notify the Minister, notify the Ministry of Magic, the United Guard of Wizards, the International Federation of Wizards! Notify them!"

"Yes!"

At this time, Hogwarts Castle, thousands of miles away, has fallen into a deep sleep with her children.

The brisk Sean returned to Umbridge's office, hiding all his stature, then passed through the Aurors and the escort, and overlapped with the vision of a bored dozing on the chair.

"Hmm..." Sean stretched a big slack as he turned a blind eye.

He looked at the wizards who didn't take strict care of him, and asked lazily, "Little Aiken should have escaped safely? Shouldn't I be allowed to go back? Please, I'm just a third-year child."

The third-year kid played around with the only heir of the French pure-blood family, and finally ran away in gray, right?

The leader of the **** glanced at the time, and finally put away his wand in a pretentious manner.

"It seems that Fabian Aiken has indeed framed you. You can go back. We will start the accountability process for little Aiken."

Sean stood up and twirled the wand in his hand: "Really? If there is any relevant news, please let me know. I'm going to sue this brazen framer."

The guard leader glanced at him and shook his head slightly.

Little Aiken can't come out again when he returns to France, and he still wants a chance to sue?

The child in front of him was unbelievably outstanding, but he was a little less sensitive in this regard—and, he should have known, there was no use in taking advantage of him.

Could it be that he could say from a thousand miles away that little Aiken had returned to Paris?

Sean walked through the crowd and stopped at the door. He turned around and asked, "Almost forgot, what are you going to do with Umbridge?"

This time, it was a British Auror who spoke with a solemn expression: "Using the Unforgivable Curse on a student is an extremely serious illegal act. If nothing else, she will be sent to Azkaban."

"Oh—" Sean dragged his tail and asked curiously, "So, will the ministry send another senior investigator over here?"

The Auror choked for a moment, and finally replied in a muffled voice, "It depends on the decision of the Ministry..."

"Well, I hope, this time we can send an honest and responsible prosecutor, please." Sean said this with a smile, and left here.

After he walked away, the remaining two groups looked at each other, and the leader of the guard closed his cloak and said casually.

"Threatened by a third-year student, tsk-tsk—you didn't catch what he was saying, did you?"

The Auror gave him a cold look and stubbornly dropped a sentence: "You are more unfortunate than me when it comes to little Aiken."

"One step is one step."

After a few bad conversations, the two groups walked out of Hogwarts one after the other.

With the explosion, they returned to the hall of the British Ministry of Magic together.

As soon as they showed their stature, a group of people were stunned by the scene in front of them.

It was already late at night, but the Ministry of Magic was as lively as a weekday afternoon. The difference was that the faces of the anxious crowd were solemn.

"What happened?" The leader of the guards grabbed someone he knew.

When the other party finished speaking, he froze in place.

The Aiken Manor was burnt to the ground, and all the wizards present, including the old Aiken, died, and even the little Aiken who might have returned home overnight was turned into ashes.

Grindelwald is back...

Then, he suddenly thought of the previous scene.

The kid named Sean Wallup smiled and spoke to himself.

"Remember to notify me if there is any relevant news, and I will sue this brazen framer."

There's no chance for prosecution... the dead can't be in the dock...

Did he already expect all this?

In a gorgeous classical villa somewhere, a wizard with a violent expression and pale face walked quickly towards the bedroom inside the villa.

Before walking to the double door, he suppressed all the expressions on his face and knocked gently on the door.

"Lord Grindelwald, I'm sorry to disturb you at this time, but I have something important to report."

"Come in, my friend."

He pushed open the door and walked in, and saw Grindelwald smiling gently at himself.

"Don't be so restrained, we are comrades-in-arms conspiring to do great things, my friends."

"Yes, Lord Grindelwald." He relaxed a little, and the frenzy flashed across his face.

"Lord Grindelwald, I received news from the informant that there was an accident in Paris, and our people were there..."

Grindelwald leaned comfortably on the chair with one foot crossed. A smile gradually appeared on his face as he listened to the report from his subordinates.

"Details, say more." He ordered.

"Yes, it was like this at the time..."

Hearing the detailed and complete scene, Grindelwald smiled even more.

"Hahaha, it's so interesting, so interesting."

The man glanced at it and asked hesitantly: "My lord, the Ministry of Magic of various countries has now identified you as the wizard who killed the Aiken family - I know you won't put those timid mice in your heart, but you dare to The guy who pretends to be your identity should let someone investigate?"

Grindelwald smiled and waved: "No need, no need at all, go ahead, release the news, tell them that this is what I did, just right, just take it as a signal that I want to return."

return? ! The man's eyes became completely frenzied, and he knelt down on one knee and said excitedly, "Yes, my lord!"

When the excited subordinate closed the door, Grindelwald's mouth twitched into a smile, and he leisurely paced to the huge French window.

"It's smart to take advantage of the situation, and it was confirmed that I did it so quickly. It seems that it was very decisive and fast to deal with the group of people, and you also made sufficient alibi..." Grindelwald looked at the bright and clean hanging high outside the window. Mingyue smiled even more, "Sean, you did a good job."

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"Who is scolding me? Who is praising me?"

In his hands he was holding a few magic props that had been looted from old Aiken.

Needless to say, the necklace has a very powerful effect. In addition, Sean also found some magic props with less comprehensive functions. Although they are not comprehensive enough, they are enough for defense purposes only.

A total of five copies were found, and Sean decided to give Hermione and Daisy one each. The remaining three copies will be given to parents and sisters. Although they are not wizards, defensive spells can also be triggered automatically, so that they can feel more at ease when they are not around.

In addition to these things and a whole bunch of Galleons, Sean found several other interesting things.

A landscape crystal ball with a base, this thing is more like a magic toy than a magic prop.

Snowflakes begin to fall from the top of the sphere when someone approaches it.

The number of snowflakes falling is the age of the person.

Sean's birthday was November 15, 1979, and now it's 1993, just a few days before his birthday, and exactly fourteen snowflakes fell.

He also held the landscape ball and stretched out the quilt towards his roommate. It was equally accurate, even Dave, who was born in the first grade and is now just two years old, can measure it.

It's accurate, but it's not very useful.

And this kind of gadget is easy to be deceived, Sean just played it for a while and then threw it back - the little air wing bird likes round things like discs.

The second thing is a book of spells. This book does not come from a certain publishing house, but should be bound by old Aiken himself. Many spells are recorded in it.

Among them, most of the magic spells have been seen or even used, and one of them made Sean's eyes light up.

Fast Apparition over short distances.

Chapter end