Creel turned his attention to the black-robed wizard, but the other party did not make a warning gesture, which made him slightly relieved.
"Marshall, do you remember me?" After asking, Creel realized that he had subconsciously asked a stupid question.
However, Marshall just looked at him and nodded: "Of course, Creel."
The black-robed wizard stood still, and after the conversation between the two, he slowly said: "The Soul Imperius Curse has been lifted...Marshall, recall now, did Grindelwald cast any other magic on you?"
Marshall, who was still bound by the magic rope, looked pale. She closed her eyes and thought for a while before gasping and saying: "At least not in my memory, but I'm not sure. After all, he is Grindelwald. You can
Check me out in your own way."
After hearing this, Creel signaled to his team members, who waved their wands and cast several white light spells in succession, and then nodded to him.
Creel finally felt relieved. He asked his men to remove the rope, and Marshall suddenly fell to the ground.
"Madam, welcome back - but the welcome ceremony may not be held until later."
Marshall held her left leg, which was mutilated due to the separation, and she shook her head: "It's the greatest luck to come back alive."
"Do you know what to do with that ring on Onassis?"
Marshall turned his head slightly and saw Onassis, who had completely lost his voice. His eyes were wide open and his face was still confused.
"Just use the alchemist's doll to pick it off. The corpse should weather automatically, and the trap spell on the ring will be borne by the doll..."
"..." She clenched her fists unconsciously, and continued after a while, "Except for the Thief-proof Falls, everything you did was within Grindelwald's expectations..."
Creel's chest rose and fell rapidly twice.
Marshall continued: "During the time when Onassis and I were deprived of our souls, Grindelwald did not avoid us. I still remember it...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. At that time, whoever's Imperius Curse is released first, the other person will give him/her a ride. Then, you will be
If your companions are frightened, they will take off your ring. Hey, it must be very interesting for two people to turn into dust together..."
The more she spoke, the paler Marshall's face became. She was no longer trembling because of pain, but began to be unable to control the fear in her heart.
"His methods, his thoughts, and his ruthlessness were revealed in front of me without reservation..." Marshall showed a miserable smile.
"Calm down!" Creel shouted.
However, after Marshall had just woken up and calmed down, he had completely fallen into the fear of hindsight.
Her pupils, her hair, and her entire body were trembling uncontrollably.
"Life and Death Water, let her calm down first." Creel quickly ordered.
When the extremely powerful sleeping potion, Water of Life and Death, was poured into Marshall's throat, she completely calmed down and fell into a deep sleep.
The black-robed wizard watched all this quietly until Marshall completely fell asleep, then he spoke slowly.
"Take her back first, and have someone prepare soul-clearing and nourishing potions. The therapist must also be on call. Grindelwald is scary enough. She also killed her companions with her own hands, plus the after-effects of the Imperius Curse.
, Marshall is probably in a nightmare."
He raised his head and looked at Creel, whose face was still unclear under the hood.
"But we need the information she brings back now, so use whatever means you can to cure her."
Creel nodded: "Ms. Marshall is determined and I believe she can recover quickly."
"You take the people away, and I will stay. I have just sent a message that the doll will be sent to deal with the ring on Onassis's body soon," the black-robed wizard said.
Creel glanced at him, nodded one last time, and then asked someone to take Marshall and apparate away.
The messy mountain forest became empty again, with 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 pocket and the black-robed wizard touched it.
The name of Rosa Onassis is engraved above the nameplate.
The hand touching the nameplate turned out to be translucent pearl white.
With the touch, Onassis's words gradually blurred, and the handwriting twisted, changed, and intertwined, and finally turned into Mopsus.
"My great-grandson, Rosa Mopsus, descendant of the great prophet Mopsus -" he murmured, "you gave your precious life for our great cause, and you will be remembered forever -"
—”
Then, he slowly stretched out his pearly white translucent right hand.
He touched the ring on Onassis's body. The moment the ring was removed, Onassis's body began to rapidly turn black just like what Marshall had experienced before.
Soon, Onassis's body was completely turned into dust, and black flying catkins floated away in the wind, swirling and falling everywhere.
The black-robed wizard just shook his robe gently and shook 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 voice, "Grindelwald, how on earth did you do it? This amazing magical creation, such a powerful curse can actually be stored
…”
He recited a few obscure spells in a low voice, and then, the terrifying ring slowly sank into his translucent palm.
Then, without any sound, he disappeared on the spot.
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"Hey, man! Give me that information!"
""Interview with the Centenary Era"... With this kind of title and this kind of content, I can't imagine what kind of interest readers would have! Rethink the title of the column!"
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"Dig, what we need is to dig deeper! What? Not allowed?! Give me the list, and I will smuggle myself to Paris tomorrow to find someone to interview!"
A small office was crowded with more than a dozen wizards. Heavy folders were piled in every corner of the desk. The wall facing the door was covered with various movable black and white photos.
.
From time to time, paper airplanes would fly in from outside and land on a certain desk. The owner of the desk would untie the paper airplanes and glance at them hastily after quarreling with his colleagues.
Since the publication of that report, the studio of "Merlin Weekly Express" has been busy.
"Editor-in-Chief, Guards..." someone shouted.
The middle-aged man wearing a short vest and holding a pipe raised his head impatiently.
"How many times have I said that unless the escort is willing to accept our exclusive interview and guarantee the authenticity of his words, we will not accept any contact behavior related to the escort - want to shut my mouth? Unless you give me ten
A soul-killing curse!"
"No, editor!" The staff member who came to report looked excited, "It's that anonymous person again! Photos about the escort team!"
"What? Bring it!" The editor-in-chief didn't even care about dropping the pipe, and grabbed the envelope wrapped in brown paper.
There is only one photo.
A man tied up in the air with a rope widened his eyes. He was hit by an off-screen curse, and then quickly lost his energy.
The editor-in-chief, who has dealt with Aurors, Strikers and even Prisoners of Azkaban, recognized it at a glance. It was the Killing Curse!
But that's not the key. The key is that man!
Although he has shaved off his long beard, you 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 one side of the photo: "That's the uniform of the escort!"
"Kill and silence..." the editor muttered.
The noisy newspaper office fell silent for the first time.
Then, the excitement and discussion that broke through the ceiling came like a tsunami.
"Big news! Big news!"
"This is enough to prove that the escort team has something evil in mind. They want to silence the person involved - no, this has already been silenced!"
"It's so cruel. They should all be our own people."
The editor stopped other people's discussion with a wave of his hand. He picked up the pipe and took a deep breath, which made his cheeks deflate.
He coughed and blew out a large cloud of smoke, then slammed the table.
"Work overtime and hurry up. We are no longer a weekly magazine, but a daily magazine! Tomorrow morning, no, it's not dark yet. Tonight, I want the entire wizarding world to know the news!"
At this time, the more thoughtful subordinates worried: "Then, are we completely on the opposite side of the escort?"
The editor sneered: "Naive, after the last report, we have become enemies of the escort! Moreover, what is the most important thing for us to do news? Report the truth! Everyone, at this time our "Merlin Weekly News"
The original intention of its establishment!”
Then, he touched his stubble-covered chin, and his eyes became slits: "Moreover, this is obviously a photo of the pursuit scene. Who could have taken this? Could it be Grindelwald? Haha.
——The contradictions within the escort team are greater than I expected, and the moles have sneaked into this kind of team..."
After that, he waved his hand: "Write it for me! Just use -" for the title.
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"Killing someone to silence them and turning them into enemies? Why did the Guardians raise their magic wands against their colleagues!"
In the Hogwarts Great Hall, students who were waiting for dinner to start gathered in several groups. They spread out the urgently delivered "Merlin Weekly Newsletter" on the long table, for fear of missing every word.
"Oh my God, it's really the killing curse..." Daisy, whose head rested on Sean's shoulder, covered her mouth in surprise.
"The people in the escort are really ruthless. It was their idea to make people fake their own deaths, and now after being exposed, they actually want to kill and silence their own companions." Harry also exclaimed.
"...The deliberate murder has become a fact. On behalf of all the wizards, we would like to ask the members of the escort team."
"In order to cover up the truth, such terrible methods were used. Should such behavior be done by an official organization that is 'dedicated to protecting the rights of wizards'?"
"And the Gellert Grindelwald incident, was the Dark Lord's true identity revealed? To be honest, we didn't see any of Grindelwald's horrific deeds, but instead saw the Unforgivable Curse in the hands of the Guardians. Revealed? I
I think maybe the word persecution is the truth."
"The above report is brought to you by all the colleagues of "Merlin Weekly News"."
Sean muttered the last line of the report.
"The situation has turned around..." he murmured.
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 so scary... But does this prove that the whole thing is actually a guard?"
The team’s conspiracy against Mr. Grindelwald?”
Fred rushed to answer: "The conspiracy is inevitable, but we just don't know what the true purpose of the escort is."
"Rule the world?" Seeing everyone else looking at him, George shrugged, "You can't possibly want to monopolize butterbeer, right?"
Hermione frowned and looked at the newspaper that was obviously hastily printed. She whispered: "The origin of this photo is a bit strange. It is obviously a photo of the scene. The person who can secretly take the photo must be there."
At the scene—didn’t anyone from the escort team notice it?”
Sean nodded: "And as far as I know, cameras that can take photos of events are very noisy, and flash and smoke are basically unavoidable. How can it be taken at the scene..."
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"How could it be filmed on the spot?! Huh? Well! Tell me! How did this come about!" At the headquarters of the Wizards United Guards, a newspaper was slammed into Creel's face.
Looking at his furious boss, Creel gritted 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 struck by the killing curse.
But he was puzzled. He was at the scene, and although that was how things happened, where did the photo come from?
There were always people on the periphery, and those present were all his confidants. The only one who could cause problems, Marshall, was under his nose the whole time.
With such a big camera and such exaggerated smoke and flash, he couldn't figure out how this photo was taken.
"I'm asking you a question!" the boss shouted sternly.
Creel quickly lowered his head: "Yes, I'm sorry, sir, I don't know either..."
The man pacing back and forth behind the desk suddenly took a deep breath, and then slammed something on the desk onto Creel's forehead.
"Everyone who left the team must be put in the solitary room for me. I want to ask everyone!"
"Yes." Creel, whose forehead was bleeding, responded quickly.
When Creel left the office, the angry middle-aged man suddenly became calm.
Behind him, a black-robed wizard stepped out of the shadows.
"Trouble." The black-robed wizard said.
The middle-aged man glanced at him: "Grindelwald has never been an easy 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. No guards, just therapists and nurses."
The black-robed wizard floated up: "I will monitor her personally."