Creel cast his eyes on the black-robed wizard, and he was slightly relieved that the other party didn't make a warning gesture.

"Marshall, do you remember me?" After asking, Creel realized that he 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 Imperius Curse is lifted...Marshall, now recall, 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 and said: "At least it's not in my memory, but I'm not sure. After all, he is Grindelwald. You can Use your methods to check me."

Hearing this, Creel signaled to the team members under him, and the opponent waved his wand and cast several spells of white light in succession, then nodded to him.

Creel was really relieved, and he asked his men to untie the rope, and Marshall fell to the ground all of a sudden.

"Welcome back, ma'am—though the welcoming ceremony may not take place until later."

Marshall clutched her **** left leg due to the split, 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. His eyes were wide open, and his face was still full of confusion.

"Use the alchemist's puppet to take it off, the corpse should weather automatically, and the trap spell on the ring will be borne by the puppet..."

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

Creel's chest rose and fell rapidly.

Marshall continued: "During the time when Onassis and I were captured, Grindelwald didn't shy away from us. I still remember...he stood in front of me, smiling and putting rings on both of us..."

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

The more she talked, the paler Marshall's face became. She was no longer shaking from the pain, but could not stop the fear in her heart.

"His means, his thoughts, and his ruthlessness were unreservedly displayed in front of me..." Marshall showed a miserable smile. .

"Calm down!" Creel shouted loudly.

However, Marshall, after just waking up to calmness, has completely fallen into the horror of hindsight.

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

"Water of Life and Death, let her calm down first." Creel quickly ordered.

When the extremely powerful sleeping potion, the Water of Life and Death, was poured down Marshall's throat, she finally calmed down and fell into a deep sleep.

The black-robed wizard watched all this quietly until Marshall fell asleep completely, before he spoke slowly.

"Take her back first, let people prepare the soul-cleaning and nourishing potion, and the therapist must be on standby all the time. Grindelwald is scary enough. She also killed her companion with her own hands, plus the sequelae of the Imperius Curse , Marshall is likely to have fallen into a nightmare."

He raised his head to look at Creel, his face was still invisible under the hood.

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

Creel nodded: "Ms. Marshall is determined, and I believe she can recover soon."

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

Creel took one look at him, gave him a final nod, and then had Marshall apparated away.

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

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 stroked it.

Rosa Onassis' name is engraved on the top of the nameplate.

And the hand touching the nameplate turned out to be translucent pearly white.

With the touch, Onassis' words gradually became blurred, and the handwriting twisted and twisted, and finally turned into Mopsos.

"My great-grandson, Rosa Mopsos, descendant of the great prophet Mopsos—" he murmured, "you will be remembered forever for the sacrifice of your life for our great cause—"

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

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

Soon, Onassis' body was completely reduced to dust, and the withered black flying catkins drifted away with the wind, swirling and falling on every place.

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

"What an exquisite magic..." He looked at the ring, his tone even filled with fascination, "Grindelwald, how did you do it? This amazing magical creation, such a powerful spell can be stored... "

He chanted a few obscure spells in a low voice, and then, the terrible ring slowly sank into his translucent palm.

Then, without any sound, he disappeared in place.

…

"Hey, man! Give me that file!"

""Hundred Years of Times Interview"...I can't imagine what kind of interest readers will have with this kind of title and this kind of content! Rethink the title of the column for me!"

"How many times have I said that! No tidying spells are allowed in the office! Stupid spell, where did my interview draft go?!"

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

A not too big office is filled with more than a dozen wizards, heavy folders are piled up in every corner of the desk, and the wall facing the door is covered with various movable black and white photos .

From time to time, paper airplanes fly in from the outside and land on a certain desk. The owner of the desk will frantically untie the paper airplane and glance at it in a hurry after quarreling with his colleagues.

Since that story was published, it's been a busy scene in the studio of the Merlin Weekly Dispatch.

"Editor-in-chief, guards..." 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 escort—want to gag me? Unless you give me ten Imperius Curse!"

"No, editor-in-chief!" The staff member who came to report was excited, "It's that anonymous person again! There are photos about the guards!"

Gu Lie

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

There is only one photo.

The eyes of a man **** in mid-air by ropes widened. He was hit by an off-screen spell, and then quickly lost his expression.

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 this is not the point, the point is, that man!

Although he shaved off his beard, he could still clearly see the face of the other party. It was Rosa Onassis, a key figure in the report that caused a sensation in the wizarding world in the previous issue!

A colleague also came up to look at the photo, and he exclaimed and pointed to the side of the photo: "That's the uniform of the guard!"

"Murder to silence..." the editor-in-chief murmured.

The noisy newspaper office fell silent for the first time.

Then, a tsunami of excited discussions broke through the ceiling.

"Big news! Big news!"

"This is enough to prove that the guards have ghosts in their hearts. 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-in-chief stopped other people's discussions with a wave of his hand. He picked up the pipe and took a deep breath, sinking his cheeks into it.

He coughed and exhaled a cloud of smoke, then slapped the table hard.

"Work overtime, we are not a weekly magazine now, but a daily magazine! 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 subordinate worried: "Then, are we completely on the opposite side of the guards?"

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

Then, he touched his stubble-covered chin again, and his eyes became slits: "Besides, this is obviously a photo of the scene of the hunt. Who could have taken this? Could it be Grindelwald? Haha ——The contradictions within the guard team are even greater than I expected, the inner ghosts have mixed into this kind of team..."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand: "Write to me! Just use—"

…

"Murder to silence the mouth, turn against each other? Why did the guards raise their wands at their colleagues! "

In the Hogwarts auditorium, the students who waited until the dinner started gathered in several piles. They spread out the urgently delivered "Merlin's Weekly Newsletter" on the long table, for fear of missing every word.

"Oh my god, it's really a Killing Curse..." Daisy, who rested her head on Sean's shoulder, covered her mouth in surprise.

"The guards are really ruthless. It was their idea to make people fake their deaths. Now that they were exposed, they actually want to kill their companions to silence them." Harry also exclaimed.

"...The deliberate murder has become a fact. We would like to ask the guards on behalf of all wizards."

"In order to cover up the truth, such a terrible method was used. Should such an act be done by an official organization 'aiming to protect the rights and interests of wizards'?"

"And the Gellert Grindelwald incident, the true face of the Dark Lord was revealed? With all due respect to the author, we did not see any terrible deeds of Grindelwald, but instead saw the Unforgivable Curse in the hands of the guards. Exposure? I I think the word persecution may be the truth.”

"The above is the report brought to you by all the colleagues of "Merlin Weekly Newsletter."

Sean whispered the last line of the report.

"The situation has reversed..." 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, can this prove that the whole thing is actually the body of the guards?" A conspiracy against Mr. Grindelwald?"

Fred rushed to reply: "The conspiracy is inevitable, but I just don't know what the real purpose of the guards is."

"To rule the world?" Seeing that everyone else was looking at him, George shrugged. "It's impossible to monopolize butter beer, right?"

Hermione frowned and looked at the newspaper, which was obviously hastily printed, and said in a low voice: "The source of this photo is a bit strange, this is obviously a live photo, and the person 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 events are very noisy, flashes and smoke are basically unavoidable, how could they be taken on the spot..."

…

"How could it be photographed on the spot?! Huh? Huh! Tell me! How did this come about!" A newspaper was slammed into Creel's face at the headquarters of the Wizards United Guard.

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 hit by the Killing Curse.

But he couldn't figure it out, he was at the scene, although that's how it happened, but—where did the photo come from?

There were always guards on the periphery, and all the people present were his confidantes, and Marshall, the only one who could go wrong, was under his nose the whole time.

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

"I'm asking you something!" The boss shouted sharply.

Creel quickly bowed his head: "Yes, I'm sorry, sir, I don't know..."

The man who was pacing back and forth behind the desk suddenly took a deep breath, and then slammed something on the desk **** Creel's forehead.

"Everyone who went out of the team will go to the confinement room for me, and I will ask them one by one!"

"Yes~lightnovelpub.net~ Creel quickly replied with blood streaming from his forehead.

When Creel left the office, the middle-aged man who was furious suddenly became calm.

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

"Troublesome," said the black-robed wizard.

The middle-aged man glanced at him: "Grindelwald has never been easy 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, give her back the wand, don't leave the guards, just the therapists and nurses."

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

"very good."

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