"Next, I will show you the highest secret of stealth!"
Old Ronaldo adjusted his suit, waved his wand and tapped his cheek. A disgusting scar stretched from his forehead to his ear.
He took out an eyepatch from his pocket and covered the scarred eye.
Then, he walked onto the cruise ship grandly.
"Hey, Old Scar, long time no see." Along the way, people greeted him from time to time.
Seeing Anton's surprised look, Ronaldo Sr. chuckled, "That means blending in with them and becoming a dark wizard yourself. Don't act too nervous. Just relax. At this time, you are also a dark wizard."
Anton nodded obediently, still looking carefully to the left and right.
This was a habit followed by the old wizard Fiennes. On such occasions, sometimes shaking hands with others would result in someone being cursed or poisoned. Every dark wizard was unworthy of trust.
Be more cautious, this is the way to survive in a chaotic place taught by the old wizard's words and deeds.
Especially some girls who look particularly coquettish and exude seductive fragrance, you must never inhale them secretly infatuatedly.
There is a huge difference in ritual magic between passively inhaling the smell of certain mixed potions and actively inhaling the smell of potions.
The latter means that you have quietly entered the poisonous spider's web without knowing it.
"Boy, don't be so nervous." Old Ronaldo took two glasses of champagne from the tray in the waiter's hand, shared one with Anton, walked deeper into the room with a smile, and narrated in a low voice.
The words are full of the care of an old bird for a newbie.
"Sometimes we need to integrate into them, so that it is easier to obtain some information, not to mention..."
He chuckled and said, "There are a lot of cheap and good things in the black market. Many dark wizards don't have this vision. I like dark wizard gatherings and I can always find some good harvests."
He looked at Anton's shocked expression and patted Anton's shoulder proudly, "Son, you still have a lot to learn, don't be too rigid..."
Anton frowned and tried to keep the wine glass in his hand as far away from him as possible. He just smelled a scent of magic potion on the wine glass. This stuff can stimulate people's nerves and make people easily become excited.
The old wizard said that this kind of thing is usually a medicine that is often used by some people in a gathering of dark wizards to gather everyone to do something.
If you encounter such a situation, either don't drink at all and stay away from them. Or drink it all and secretly detoxify yourself. Otherwise, you will not be able to participate in the most important gathering.
Yes, there will definitely be some people who are looking to see who has not drank the ‘ticket’.
Just as he was talking, a dark wizard came over with a wine glass and looked at Anton in surprise, "Anthony?"
Anton blinked, "Master Andrew?"
"Hahaha, the last time we met at a party was..." He was obviously a little drunk and burped, "Well... last time. What about your teacher Fiennes? I haven't met him in a long time?
"
Anton faced old Ronaldo's strange expression and smiled awkwardly, "He went to a very nice place. As you know, chaotic places are too dangerous. We will be more yearning for some places with rich water and grass."
Master Andrew nodded thoughtfully, "That's a pity."
"???"Pity?
Knowing that the old wizard was not here, Master Andrew instantly lost interest, shook his head, muttered something, and turned around to leave.
Old Ronaldo looked at Anton in shock, "You..."
Anton's little face was particularly serious, "Yes, we are pretending to be dark wizards now, no, we are dark wizards now!"
"Really?" Old Ronaldo nodded thoughtfully, "That looks quite similar."
"Hehe~"
In this way, the two of them passed through the crowd, passed by the stairs guarded by a big man, drank the champagne in their hands in front of him, and walked to the deck upstairs.
The upstairs was obviously much more lively than the one downstairs. There was a huge swimming pool with many people playing and playing in it.
Deck chairs by the pool, in front of the band stage, on the lookout, at the deck railing...
As the cruise ship buzzed, the strong man guarding the stairs closed the large iron door, and the ship slowly sailed out of the port.
Ronaldo Sr. was holding a bowl of fruit salad and standing on a railing with Anton, his face a little solemn, "There were one hundred and sixty-eight people participating in the operation! How come there are so many Merlin's beards!"
Anton squinted and looked around, there were many familiar old faces.
"Yes, I have rarely seen a gathering of dark wizards with so many people."
"This is very abnormal!" Old Ronaldo frowned, "In the past, dark wizards did not have such a high level of cohesion. It's so scary that the Ministry of Magic knew nothing about it!"
"Target two hundred years of mandrake, making werewolf experience candies, a large-scale gathering of dark wizards..."
Old Ronaldo pondered, "Tell me, who is organizing this behind the scenes..."
Anton scooped up a piece of cake with a small spoon and put it into his mouth. His eyes suddenly lit up and he chewed quickly, "Pure-blood family? Death Eaters? Saints?"
Old Ronaldo leaned on the fence and looked back at these dark wizards, "No, no, no, don't limit your sights to these forces. Ever since you raised the idea of 'Muggle Squibs', some people have started to get ready to take action."
"Like Muggle Squibs."
Anton looked up at him in surprise, "Muggle Squib?"
Old Ronaldo shrugged, "Although I would like to say that the Law of Secrecy is implemented well, in fact there are too many Muggles who not only know about the existence of the wizarding world, but also have subtle connections with the wizarding world.
"
"For example, wizards of Muggle descent and their families cannot hide this."
"There will always be some ambitious Muggles who are eager to gain the ability to cast spells, even if it means becoming a werewolf!"
He looked at Anton solemnly, "Can you imagine how terrifying it would be for a group of werewolves with thermal weapons in their hands to be well-trained and fight as a team?"
Old Ronaldo made a 2 sign, "20 minutes, the effect of a werewolf experiencing candy is 20 minutes, enough to complete a battle!"
Anton was silent, and he pursed his lips, "I don't know, I've been in school, and I didn't know that publishing such a book would have such a big impact on the outside world."
Ronaldo Sr. chuckled, "After that book launch, there were so many changes. It's not an exaggeration to say there was an undercurrent."
He patted Anton's shoulder lightly, "It's not just the werewolf experience with candy, you turned that Muggle child into a wizard, and then there was a magic that swept the world from nowhere. These all had a great impact on the world. Impact."
"We are facing tremendous challenges."
"Everyone knows that the world is changing."
Anton bit off a large piece of cake and remained silent.
"I would even suspect..." Old Ronaldo squinted his eyes and stared at the girls in the swimming pool, "The Ministry of Magic of other countries..."
"hey-hey……"
"It's not impossible. It is said that the Ministry of Magic of a country has invested in a Muggle mercenary training camp."
Anton raised his eyebrows, "What do you mean..."
"I don't know either." Old Ronaldo sighed, "Although it's a bit arrogant to say this, I want to say that if the mysterious man is still alive, the terror he caused may become obsolete."
"Fudge is under a lot of pressure, the Auror office is under a lot of pressure, everyone is under a lot of pressure."
"Son, sometimes I think that maybe it's not a good idea for you to join the Aurors at this time."
Anton licked the cream at the corner of his mouth, with a sunny look on his face, and smiled as if he didn't know anything about the world, "Really?"
How do I feel...
Doesn't this sound exciting?
Anton didn't know why, but he thought of Dumbledore, who was struggling to maintain peace in the wizarding world. This old man, who was over a hundred years old, was probably about to collapse at this moment.