Rudene Brent, director of the French Auror Office, who had just put on his pajamas and was about to go to bed with his wife, was woken up by a knock on the door.
"Hell!" Brent cursed as he put on his clothes and walked towards the door.
"If it weren't for the news about Grindelwald and the group of dark wizards who attacked Muggles, I swear I would have cast a hundred vomiting spells on you."
Brent walked to the door cursing, but as soon as he opened the door, he returned to his usual seriousness and dignity.
"What happened, so anxious?" Brent asked in a deep voice.
His subordinate Auror took a breath and quickly replied: "We may have found traces of Grindelwald!"
"What?!" Brent could no longer maintain the serious expression on his face.
His cheeks twitched unnaturally, and then he asked anxiously: "What is going on? Moreover, I told you that if you find any trace of Grindelwald, don't take action rashly. Have you forgotten it?!"
The other party swallowed his saliva. Although it was funny for his always strict boss to show such anxiety that did not suit his status, after experiencing that night in Paris, he naturally understood what the other party was thinking.
Just relying on the Aurors of the French Ministry of Magic, if one of them can successfully get Grindelwald back, it would be considered a huge success.
He replied hastily: "Our people did not... did not rush to arrest him. To be precise, we did not see any trace of the other party in person."
"Then what are you yelling about!" Brent glared at his subordinate and straightened his collar, which was not neat because of panic.
"Yes, we can't hold our nerve any longer. I'm sorry, sir."
"Tell me what's going on." Brent put his hands behind his back and returned to his usual appearance.
The Auror took a deep breath: "On the westernmost side of Paris, a fire broke out in a mansion that originally belonged to a Muggle. But our patrolmen discovered the fluctuation of magic power, and someone recognized him. It should be Ai
The Ken family's old house was burned down and they moved into a new residence."
Hearing this, Brent's eyes darkened.
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 confidentiality law.
But that was Old Aiken after all, the number one magic prop seller in France.
Therefore, Brent chose to ignore it.
There is a deep hatred between old Aiken and Grindelwald...
Thinking of this, the calmness he finally regained could no longer be maintained, and he asked anxiously: "How is the situation at the scene?"
"Nothing is left after being burned. Someone discovered the remaining magic wave..." Auror swallowed, "That seems to be the fire spell Grindelwald used in Lachaise Cemetery..."
"So, we don'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 are all nearby now, sir, do you think they are?"
Brent thought for a while, and finally gritted his teeth: "Call everyone and let the magic observer observe the scene."
"yes!"
Twenty minutes later, all French Aurors gathered in the western suburbs of Paris.
Before his eyes, the originally luxurious manor had been burned to the ground.
It wasn't until the flames finally became smaller and the observer in front sent a signal that it was safe that Brent waved his hand.
All Aurors raised their wands vigilantly and slowly advanced towards the still burning ruins.
After some inspections, the worried Aurors breathed a sigh of relief.
Grindelwald is not here...
Brent also came up from behind and ordered: "Put out the fire, check the situation and see if there are any survivors."
After hearing this, several Aurors looked at each other.
This fire has been burning for at least half an hour. It's a shame if there are any survivors...
Of course Brent knew that, but the scene still had to go away.
The fire was put out, and the Aurors formed a team and entered the ruins.
"Sir! Sir!" Suddenly, someone shouted, his voice full of fear.
"Scream! Don't disgrace the French elite wizards!" Brent scolded.
He walked calmly towards the scene surrounded by Aurors.
Passing through the crowd, Brent saw the scene in front of him.
Then he felt his scalp numb, saliva secreted crazily in his mouth, and the horrific night a few months ago seemed to resurface.
In front of me is the only part of the entire manor that has not been burned down.
On the gorgeous marble floor, twelve piles of ashes were piled neatly.
An Auror whispered tremblingly: "According to our information, there are old Aiken and the wizards he hired live here. They add up to exactly eleven people. We don't know who the remaining group is, but we suspect it may be old Aiken."
son..."
This weird scene made Brent feel chills all over. He could even see the scene here an hour ago.
Grindelwald smiled and walked in casually, killing everyone here as easily as he greeted old friends.
Then, the flames rose, and everyone's bodies were burned to ashes - the ashes were used to warn those who came after them...
And the ancient and pure surname of Old Aiken, the French magic props trading giant, has been completely erased.
From now on, there will be no pureblood Aiken in Paris!
Brent took a deep breath, retracted his tightly clenched hands into his robe, and tried to maintain his dignity.
He shouted to other Aurors: "Go, inform the minister, inform the ministries of magic of various countries, the United Wizards Guard, and the International Federation of Wizards! Inform them!"
"yes!"
…
At this time, thousands of miles away, Hogwarts Castle and her children had fallen into a deep sleep.
With quick steps, Sean returned to Umbridge's office. He hid all his figure, then passed through the Aurors and escorts, and overlapped with the illusion who was taking a nap on the chair out of boredom.
"Well..." Sean stretched out as if he didn't see anything.
He looked at the wizards who were not strictly guarding him, and asked lazily: "Little Aiken should have escaped safely, right? Should I be allowed to go back? Please, I'm just a third-grade kid."
The third-grade kid played tricks on the sole heir of a French pure-blood family, and finally ran away in despair, right?
The leader of the escort glanced at the time, and finally put away his wand in a pretentious manner.
"It seems that it was indeed Fabian Aiken who framed you. You can go back and we will start the accountability process against little Aiken."
Sean stood up and twirled the wand in his hand: "Really? If you have any relevant information, please inform me. I will sue this shameless framer."
The leader of the escort glanced at him and shook his head slightly in his heart.
Little Aiken is unlikely to come out again after returning to France, so he still wants a chance to sue?
The child in front of him is indeed incredibly outstanding, but his sensitivity in this regard is still a little low - and he should know that there is no use in taking advantage of him.
Can he still tell the death of little Aiken who has returned to Paris from thousands of miles away?
Sean walked through the crowd and paused at the door. He turned back and asked, "I almost forgot, Umbridge, what are you going to do?"
This time, the speaker was a British Auror. His face was solemn: "Using the Unforgivable Curse on a student is an extremely serious violation of the law. As expected, she will have been sent to Azkaban."
"Oh -" Sean trailed off, then asked curiously, "So, will the ministry send another senior investigator here?"
The Auror choked for a moment, and finally replied in a muffled voice: "That depends on the ministry's decision..."
"Okay, I hope we can send an upright and responsible prosecutor this time, please." Sean said this with a smile and left here.
After he walked away, the remaining two groups looked at each other. The leader of the escort gathered his cloak and spoke casually.
"Being threatened by a third-year student, tsk tsk - you didn't understand the meaning of his words, did you?"
The Auror gave him a cold look and said firmly: "You are more unlucky than me when it comes to little Aiken."
"One step at a time."
After a few friendly exchanges, the two groups walked out of Hogwarts one after another.
Following the explosion, they returned to the hall of the British Ministry of Magic.
As soon as the figure appeared, 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 anxiously moving crowds had serious expressions on their faces.
"What happened?" The leader of the escort stopped a person he knew.
When the other party finished what he said, he was stunned on the spot.
The Aiken Manor was burned to the ground, and all the wizards present, including old Aiken, were killed. Even 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 Wallop smiled and talked to himself.
"If you have any relevant information, remember to inform me. I will sue this shameless framer."
There is no chance of prosecution... A dead person cannot go to the dock...
Had he already anticipated all this?
…
In a gorgeous classical villa somewhere, a wizard with a violent expression and a pale face walked quickly towards the bedroom inside the villa.
Walking to the double doors, he suppressed all expressions on his face and knocked gently.
"Lord Grindelwald, I'm sorry to disturb you at this time, but I have something important to report."
"Come in, my friend."
He opened the door and walked in, seeing Grindelwald smiling gently at him.
"Don't be so formal. We are comrades-in-arms who are planning great things together, my friend."
"Yes, Lord Grindelwald." He relaxed a little, and the fanaticism on his face flashed away.
"Lord Grindelwald, I received the news from the informant that something happened in Paris, and our people are at the scene..."
Grindelwald leaned comfortably on the chair with one foot raised. He listened to the report of his men, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.
"Tell me more details," he ordered.
"Yes, it was like this at that time..."
After listening to the detailed and complete situation at the scene, Grindelwald smiled even more.
"Hahaha, it's so interesting, so interesting."
The man glanced at it and asked hesitantly: "Sir, the Ministry of Magic of various countries has now determined that the wizard who wiped out the Aiken family is you - I know you will not take those cowardly mice in your heart, but this
Shouldn't someone investigate the guy who dares to pretend to be you?"
Grindelwald smiled and waved his hand: "No, there's no need at all. Go ahead and let the news out and tell them that I did it. Just take it as a signal that I'm coming back."
Return?! The man's eyes became completely fanatical. He knelt down on one knee and said respectfully and excitedly: "Yes, sir!"
When the excited subordinates closed the door, a smile appeared on Grindelwald's lips, and he walked leisurely to the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.
"Smart use of the opportunity to confirm that I did it so quickly. It seems that you were very decisive and quick in dealing with that group of people, and you also made sufficient alibi..." Grindelwald looked out the window at the high-hanging
The bright moon smiled even more, "Sean, you did a good job."
…
Sean sneezed in bed, rubbed his nose and muttered something.
"Who is scolding me? Or who is praising me?"
In his hand he was holding several magic props that he had collected from old Aiken.
Needless to say, that 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.
A total of five copies were found, and Sean decided to give one to Hermione and Daisy each. The remaining three copies were given to his parents and sister. Although they were not wizards, defensive spells could be triggered automatically, so that he would not be with them.
I feel more at ease when I'm around you.
In addition to these items and a large pile of gold galleons, Sean also found several other interesting items.
A landscape crystal ball with a base, this thing is more like a magic toy than a magic prop.
When someone gets close to this landscape ball, snowflakes will begin to fall from the top.
The number of falling snowflakes is that person's age.
Sean's birthday was November 15, 1979. It's now 1993, only a few days away from his birthday, and fourteen snowflakes have fallen.
He also held up the landscape ball and stretched out the quilt towards his roommate. He was equally accurate. Even Dave, who was born in the first grade and is now exactly two years old, can measure it.
It's pretty accurate, but not very useful.
Moreover, this kind of gadget is easy to be deceived, so Sean just played with it for a while and then threw it back - the little airwing bird likes to coil round things like this very much.
The second thing was a book of spells. This book did not come from a certain publishing house, but should have been bound by someone who had been hired by Old Aiken himself. It recorded many spells.
Among them, most of the magic spells have been seen before and even used, but there was one that made Sean's eyes light up.