"Yes, Grindelwald did the Imperius Curse, and he tried to woo me."

The office fell into silence, and Allison, who never got up, just lightly lit a cigarette.

After exhaling a puff of smoke, he said in an inaudible tone: "Then are you still trustworthy, my comrade-in-arms."

The smoke gradually dissipated, and Marshall did not show the panic or anger after being suspected, and she moved a little closer.

"My creed never changes for a better world."

Allison looked at her quietly for a moment, and finally stood up. He stretched out a hand: "For a better world."

"For a better world." The two held hands together.

Maybe it was a back-and-forth trial, or maybe it was a tacit understanding, at least after this little episode, the two could talk as before.

"So back to our topic, have you heard anything from Grindelwald?" Allison asked.

Marshall's brows furrowed a little: "According to the laziness he showed, the first thing to do is to regain the high ground of public opinion. Obviously, it is no longer a primitive society. Fists naturally work, but people still need to win over."

"Well." Allison nodded, not expressing his own opinion.

Marshall continued: "Including the current means, Grindelwald also formulated a series of operations to regain the right to speak. First, to weaken the prestige of our escort. Second, he seemed to be contacting his former subordinates at the time."

"Subordinate?" Allison narrowed his eyes, "The professors in Nurmengard have been under our supervision, and even the new principal, Vita Rosier, has shown goodwill towards the official staff. .Although we won't believe it, we can confirm that they stayed at Nurmengard Castle during the time Grindelwald absconded. Our people check their whereabouts every day, at least There was nothing wrong with those in Nurmengard."

Marshall nodded: "Keep supervision, but it cannot be ignored that there must be other forces in Grindelwald. I have personally seen him receive several wizards that I have never seen before."

"Hmm." Allison agreed.

"And the most important thing is that I heard that Grindelwald and those few people were discussing plans without hesitation. The other party's goal is to weaken the **** team, and the second is the International Federation of Wizards."

"The International Federation of Wizards..." Allison thought for a while, "The current president is a wallist. Before we attacked Grindelwald, we sent someone to test him, but the other party didn't say anything at the time."

Marshall continued his words and said: "It is understandable that the term of the president is coming to an end, and it is not a wise choice to engage in bad relations with any party now. He clearly knows the strength of our **** team, and he is also very interested in Grindelwald's decades ago. The means are well understood. I suspect that the old fox may have guessed that we will not succeed in arresting Grindelwald."

"That's it, he will only follow the temporary general trend. After Grindelwald absconded, he did nothing but cooperate with us in issuing the wanted notice - to be precise, that was the resolution passed by the International Confederation of Wizards. He abstained at the time." Allison said, "In this case, first rule out this old fox on the wall. If we win, he will be our man. If Grindelwald wins, he will be Grindelwald's man. The problem is, Grindelwald wins. Waugh should also know something about that old fox, why did he target the International Federation of Wizards?"

Marshall reminded: "It will be a change of office soon, and Grindelwald may have to make a fuss about this."

"No," Allison shook his head, "we have all been in contact with the five most vocal candidates. If they want to gain the support of the jurors of the conference, they will not turn to Grindelwald. After all, one-third The above jurors are all related to us, and if they cannot become president, a mere candidate will not provide much help to Grindelwald.”

He looked at Marshall and asked sincerely: "Cyril, the general direction of the **** was controlled by you before, and you have at least contacted Grindelwald. Do you think that Grindelwald's next action target may be What is it?"

Marshall lowered his eyes: "Since you have all considered it, it proves that what Grindelwald disclosed to me is likely to be false news, perhaps to distract us, so as to secretly accomplish other goals, and those we only If you can take precautions in advance, see the tricks."

"Do you have any guesses, Cyril?"

Marshall pondered for a moment and said: "I think that Grindelwald's goal is likely to be infiltrating the escort, infiltrating the International Wizarding Confederation, and secretly integrating the forces, but unfortunately, I didn't get anything useful during the time I was under control. information."

"No, the information you brought back is still useful," Allison said sincerely, "and Grindelwald didn't count you alive, and that's his biggest flaw. Cyril, we'll have a speech in a few days. , then you need to expose Grindelwald's conspiracy."

"It was my duty," Marshall said.

Allison showed some hesitation and regret, as if he didn't know how to organize the next words.

Marshall saw it, and she said, "Please speak directly."

Allison sighed: "That was the result of a discussion, Cyril, we may need you to take Veritaserum in public at the speech..."

There was some anger in Marshall's eyes, but it was well hidden by her.

Taking Veritaserum in public is a way of dealing with criminals.

She took a deep breath and finally nodded calmly: "I am willing to do this, for the reputation of the escort."

Allison showed a moved and apologetic expression: "Cyril..."

"Needless to say, Allison, I share weal and woe with the escort!"

Under such an atmosphere, after discussing some details of the speech conference, this conversation is over.

Shortly after Marshall walked out of the office, the black-robed wizard emerged from the shadows.

"She didn't have any changes before, not even touching her wand," said the black-robed wizard.

Ellison, who had always been sincere, had long since recovered his calm and fierce look. He took out a cigarette and didn't smoke it, just sniffed it back and forth.

"Do you think our dear Cyril Marshall is still our comrade?"

The black-robed wizard shook his head: "I'm not sure, but for now, yes."

A chill appeared in Allison's eyes: "Marshall has betrayed..."

"Why do you say that."

The corners of Allison's mouth raised slightly, but his eyes were filled with ice that couldn't be dissolved: "Marshall has never been a fool, how could she not be able to distinguish the key points?"

"No matter what means Grindelwald uses, no matter how the escort's prestige declines, as long as Newt Scamander's testimony does not change, then Grindelwald has no chance of turning over."

Allison sneered: "Professor Scamander is not the rascal boy who just came out of Hogwarts a few decades ago, he has prestige and speaks forcefully, and if he doesn't solve him, Grindelwald There's no way to regain the edge of public opinion. Marshall couldn't have imagined that, but she didn't remind me."

The black-robed wizard was silent for a moment. He wondered if he had been dead for too long. With this empty head, it seemed that he couldn't deal with the smart people now.

After thinking hard, he finally said: "However, Dumbledore is our man, and Newt Scamander is also staying at Hogwarts without worrying about being controlled."

Allison didn't look back at the black-robed wizard, he said lightly: "First of all, Dumbledore is not ours, he has his own ideas, but we have used some methods to make him temporarily stand on the same side as us, he It's just hostile to Grindelwald. Secondly, don't worry about Professor Scamander's personal safety, but Professor Scamander is very affectionate..."

The black-robed wizard suddenly realized: "So, you mean, Grindelwald will do something to Professor Scamander's family? Wait, then we are going to protect Mrs. Scamander now?"

Allison sighed inaudibly, he really didn't want to work with this idiot if he could.

"Mrs. Scamander has long been protected, have you forgotten the history of decades ago?"

The black-robed wizard frowned: "That Muggle? He's just a Muggle..."

Allison suddenly didn't want to talk. When did this idiot still maintain his stupid blood prejudice, is this a problem of blood?

He took a deep breath: "Our people are already on their way to find the Muggle, and I need your help to ensure that the dying Muggle is not controlled by Grindelwald to blackmail Professor Scamander. ."

Although the black-robed wizard looked down on Muggles, he was very happy to cooperate and help. He nodded and asked in doubt: "Because Marshall didn't remind you of this, you can judge that she has betrayed?"

Allison took a breath, and finally said in a deep voice, "Of course."

Because Marshall isn't an idiot like you!

...

The undercurrents outside the campus did not affect the daily lives of Hogwarts students, or rather, those things were too far away from them.

Students spend their spare time discussing the recent fall in popularity of the United Guard, and bickering over the innocence of Grindelwald, but otherwise, their lives go on smoothly.

After being chased and beaten by Mrs. Pince's feather duster yesterday, Shaun borrowed the Invisibility Cloak from Harry and slipped into the library at night.

Unfortunately, after spending most of the night, apart from what he had read in the "Fatal Contract", he never found any information related to the blood alliance.

Sean, who didn't get enough sleep, was called by his roommate early the next morning. Today is Sunday, and it is also the first day that third-year students can visit Hogsmeade.

The students handed over the forms signed by their parents to Professor McGonagall, and set foot on the gravel road under Filch's malicious gaze.

"You missed breakfast, but I left one for you." Daisy, who has always been considerate, took out a packaged sandwich from her arms and handed it to Sean.

"Thank you so much, I thought I got Hogsmeade to fill my stomach with snacks." Sean thanked him and took the sandwich, opened it directly on the road and ate it.

Hermione on the side was reading with a booklet, a travel guide for Hogsmeade.

As the largest and only pure wizarding village in the UK, the residents of Hogsmeade are mostly aborigines, and many of the buildings are left by the Hogwarts faculty and staff. Professor McGonagall is in Hogsmeade. There is a residence.

Of course, what attracts students is not the ordinary houses that can be seen everywhere, the magic equipment store Deves and the Bans store, the Honey Duke candy store with a lot of candy, the three broomsticks where you can have a glass of butterbeer, and the so-called "full The Screaming Shack, the scariest haunted place in the UK, is a favorite place for students.

Of course, couples also like to go to Madame Padiff Tea House for a date occasionally. I heard that the decoration there is old and tacky, so everyone doesn't like to go there. It is a good place for young couples who like privacy.

As for the naughty boys, like the Weasley twins, like Harry's group, their first target is Jokowi's magic joke shop.

However, Sean's first choice is the Hog's Head Bar, which is rarely visited by students.

He was very interested in Dumbledore's younger brother, Aberforth Dumbledore, and was going to observe it first.

Sean proposed to let Hermione and Daisy go to other places first. After all, the Pig's Head Bar is not a good place to visit~lightnovelpub.net~ However, Hermione was very interested in the Pig's Head Bar.

"It was mentioned in "Magic Places of Interest" that the bar was the headquarters of the Goblin Mutiny in 1612!" The girl's eyes glowed.

Although Daisy really wanted to go to Honey Duke first, she, as "Sean Sunflower", also decided to follow Sean,

Sean, who was unable to shake off the two girls, could only shrug his shoulders, and the group of three walked towards the corner of the sparsely populated Hogsmeade village.

From the post office on Central Avenue, turn into a small road next to it, and there is a small bar at the intersection. The tattered wooden sign hangs from the rusted bracket on the door, depicting a chopped pig's head, blood soaking through the white cloth that wraps it.

"Oh - it's not good to look at the mountains..." Daisy didn't like things with blood very much, and she timidly drilled behind Sean.

I have to say that this place is really not a good place to go, but Sean, who knew the situation here, was not afraid and pushed open the wooden door of the bar with a quick movement.

It was a very small and dark room, with a strong smell of sheep mutton inside, and the sunlight outside could only see in a pitiful trace through the grime-filled bay window, through the candle heads on the rough wooden table. The light emitted shows that the ground that looks like a mud surface is actually a slate surface that has accumulated dirt for centuries.

The Pig's Head Bar is very quiet. There is a large group of customers who cover their faces tightly. They sip their drinks and rarely talk to the people around them.

After Sean walked in, the odd guests just glanced up, then quickly lowered their heads and continued to drink. Click to download this site APP, massive novels, free to read!