"Sir, sir!"

French Auror office director Rudne Brunt, who had just put on her pajamas and was about to fall asleep with her wife, was awakened by a knock on the door.

"Damn it!" Brent cursed and put on his clothes, walking 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 cast a hundred vomiting spells on you."

Brent walked to the door cursing, but as soon as he opened the door, he regained his former seriousness and majesty.

"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 couldn't maintain the serious expression on his face.

His cheeks twitched unnaturally, and then asked anxiously: "What's the situation? And, I told you, if you find traces of Grindelwald, don't act rashly, haven't you forgotten?!"

The other party swallowed his saliva. Although it was funny for his always strict boss to show such unsuitable anxiety, after experiencing that night in Paris, he naturally understood the other party's thoughts.

Just relying on the Aurors of the French Ministry of Magic, it would be considered a great success to find Grindelwald and get one of them back successfully.

He hurriedly replied: "Our people didn't... didn't arrest him hastily. To be precise, we didn't see each other's traces in person."

"Then why are you yelling so loudly!" Brent glared at his subordinates and adjusted his collar, which was not neat because of his panic.

"Yes, we lost our composure, sorry, sir."

"Tell me, what's going on." Brent put his hands behind his back and returned to his previous appearance.

The Auror took a deep breath: "On the westernmost side of the outskirts of Paris, a mansion that originally belonged to a Muggle caught fire. But the people we patrolled found the fluctuation of magic power, and someone recognized it, it should be Ai Ken’s old house was burned down and replaced with a new one.”

Hearing this, Brent's eyes sank.

Of course he knew that the old Aiken had bought it there, and in order to get it at a low price, the old Aiken also used some small magic on the original owner-this was a serious violation of the secrecy law.

But that was old Aiken after all, the number one seller of magic props in France.

Therefore, Brent chose to ignore it.

But old Aiken and Grindelwald have a deep hatred...

Thinking of this, he could no longer maintain the calmness he had finally regained, and asked anxiously, "How is the situation at the scene?"

"There is nothing left after burning. Someone discovered the remaining wave of magic power..." Auror swallowed, "It seems to be the flame spell that Grindelwald used in Cemetery Lachaise..."

"So, we didn'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 see?"

Brent pondered for a while, and finally gritted his teeth: "Call everyone up, let the magic observer observe the scene."

"yes!"

Twenty minutes later, all the French Aurors gathered in the western suburbs of Paris.

In front of him, the originally luxurious manor had been burned to the ground.

It wasn't until the flames finally shrank a little and the observers in front of them also sent a signal of safety that Brent waved his hand.

All the Aurors raised their wands vigilantly, and slowly pushed towards the still burning ruins.

After some inspection, the fearful Aurors breathed a sigh of relief.

Grindelwald is not here...

Brent also came forward from behind, and he ordered: "Put out the fire, check the situation, and see if there are any survivors."

Hearing this, several Aurors looked at each other in blank dismay.

The fire has been burning for at least half an hour, it would be **** if there were any survivors...

Of course Brent knew it too, but the scene always had to go.

The fire was extinguished, and the Aurors entered the ruins in groups.

"Sir! Sir!" Suddenly, someone shouted, the voice full of fear.

"Scream! Don't embarrass the French elite wizards!" Brent reprimanded.

He walked steadily towards the scene surrounded by Aurors.

Passing through the crowd, Brent saw the scene before him.

Then he felt his scalp go numb, and the saliva in his mouth secreted wildly, as if that horrible night a few months ago was about to reappear.

In front of you is the only place in the whole manor that has not been burned.

On the gorgeous marble floor, twelve clusters of ashes were neatly piled up.

An Auror trembled and whispered: "According to our information, there are old Aiken and the wizards he hired living here. There are exactly eleven people in total. The rest of them don't know who they are, but we suspect that it may be Old Aiken. son of..."

This weird scene made Brent feel cold all over, he could even see the scene here an hour ago.

Grindelwald pushed the door open with a smile and walked in casually. He killed everyone here as easily as greeting an old friend.

Then, the flames rose, and all the bodies were burned to ashes - the ashes were used to warn them who came after...

And Old Aiken, the French magic item trading giant, this ancient and pure surname, has been completely erased.

From now on, there will be no more pure-blood Aiken in Paris!

Brent took a deep breath, retracted his tightly clenched hands into his robes, and tried to maintain his dignity.

He shouted to the other Aurors: "Go, inform the Minister, inform the Ministry of Magic, the United Wizards Guard, and the International Federation of Wizards! Inform them!"

"yes!"

…

At this time, Hogwarts Castle, thousands of miles away, had fallen into a deep sleep with her children.

Sean, who walked briskly, returned to Umbridge's office. He hid all his figure, then passed through the Aurors and the guards, and overlapped with the phantom who was dozing boredly on the chair.

"Hmm..." Sean stretched his waist without paying attention.

He looked at the few wizards who did not guard him strictly, and asked lazily, "Little Aiken should have escaped safely, right? Should I be allowed to go back? Please, I'm only a child in the third grade."

The third-grade kid played around with the sole heir of the French pure-blood family, and finally ran away in despair, right?

The leader of the guard glanced at the time, and finally put away his wand in a feigned manner.

"It seems that Fabian Aiken has indeed framed you. You can go back. We will start the process of pursuing accountability for little Aiken."

Sean stood up and twirled the wand in his hand: "Really? If there is any relevant news, please let me know. I will sue this brazen framer."

The leader of the guards glanced at him and shook his head slightly in his heart.

It is impossible for little Aiken to come out again after returning to France, and still want to have the opportunity to sue?

The child in front of him was indeed unbelievably outstanding, but his sensitivity in this area was still a bit weak - and, he should know, there was no use in taking advantage of his mouth.

Could he still say that little Aiken, who died thousands of miles away, had returned to Paris?

Sean passed through the crowd and stopped at the door. He turned around and asked, "I almost forgot, Umbridge, what are you going to do with it?"

This time, it was an Auror from England who spoke with a serious face: "Using the Unforgivable Curse on a student is an extremely serious illegal act. If there is no accident, she will already be sent to Azkaban."

"Oh—" Xiao En dragged out the ending, and asked curiously, "Then, will the ministry send another senior investigator over?"

The Auror choked for a moment, and finally replied in a muffled voice, "That depends on the decision of the Ministry..."

"Well, I hope that an honest and responsible prosecutor can be sent this time, please." Xiao En said this with a smile, and left here straight away.

After he walked away, the remaining two groups looked at each other. The leader of the guard gathered his cloak and said casually.

"Threatened by a third-year student, tsk tsk—you didn't catch what he said, did you?"

The Auror gave him a cold look, and said firmly: "You are more unfortunate than me to be involved with little Aiken."

"One step is one step."

After a few bad conversations, the two groups walked out of Hogwarts one after the other.

With the explosion, they returned to the hall of the British Ministry of Magic together.

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 walking crowd all had serious expressions on their faces.

"What happened?" The leader of the **** stopped a person he knew.

When the other party finished speaking, he froze in place.

The Aiken Manor was burned down, and all the wizards present, including the old Aiken, were killed. Even the 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, Sean Wallup, smiled and talked to himself.

"If there is any relevant news, please inform me. I will sue this brazen framer."

There is no chance of prosecution...the dead cannot go to the dock...

Did he already foresee all this?

…

In a certain gorgeous classical villa, a wizard with a violent expression and pale face walked quickly towards the bedroom inside the villa.

Before walking to the double doors, he restrained all the expressions on his face and knocked gently on the door.

"Master 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 himself.

"Don't be so restrained, we are comrades in arms who conspire together for great things, my friend."

"Yes, Lord Grindelwald." He relaxed a little, and the frenzy flashed across his face.

"Master Grindelwald, I have received news from an informant that something happened in Paris, and our people are on the scene..."

Grindelwald leaned comfortably on the chair with one foot raised. He listened to the report of his subordinates, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.

"Details, tell me a little more." He ordered.

"Yes, it was like this..."

Listening to the detailed and complete scene, Grindelwald smiled even more.

"Hahaha, it's so interesting, so interesting."

The man glanced at it and asked hesitantly: "My lord, the Ministry of Magic of various countries has now identified you as the wizard who wiped out the Aiken family—I know you don't take those cowardly mice to heart, but this dare The guy pretending to be you, shouldn't someone investigate it?"

Grindelwald smiled and waved his hands: "No need, no need at all, go ahead, release the news, tell them that I did this thing, just right, just take it as a signal that I want to return."

return? ! The man's eyes became completely frantic, and he knelt down on one knee and said respectfully and excitedly: "Yes, my lord!"

When the excited subordinate closed the door, Grindelwald smiled, and he walked leisurely to the huge French window.

"Smart use of the situation, it was determined that I did it so quickly. It seems that the group of people was dealt with very decisively and quickly, and you also provided sufficient alibi..." Grindelwald looked at the bright and clean sky hanging high outside the window. Mingyue smiled even wider, "Sean, you did a good job."

…

Sean under the blanket sneezed. He rubbed his nose and muttered something.

"Who is scolding me? Or who is praising me?"

In his hand, he was holding a few magic items looted from old Aiken.

Needless to say, that necklace is very powerful. In addition, Sean also found some magic props with less comprehensive functions. Although they are not comprehensive enough, they are enough for use and defense.

A total of five copies were found, and Sean decided to give Hermione and Daisy one each. The remaining three copies will be given to my parents and younger sister. Although they are not wizards, defensive spells can also be triggered automatically, so that I can feel more at ease when I am not around them.

In addition to these items and a large pile of Galleons, Sean also found a few 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 the sphere, snowflakes start falling from its top.

The number of falling snowflakes is the person's age.

Sean's birthday was November 15th, 1979, and now it is 1993, just a few days before his birthday, and fourteen snowflakes just fell.

He also held the landscape ball and stretched out the quilt to approach his roommate ~lightnovelpub.net~ It was also accurate, even Dave, who was born in the first grade and now just two years old, can measure it.

Accurate is quite accurate, but it is not very useful.

Moreover, this kind of gadget is easy to be fooled. Sean just played with it for a while and then threw it back—little airwing birds like round things like discs very much.

The second thing is a book of spells. This book does not come from a certain publishing house, but it should be bound by old Aiken himself. It contains many spells.

Among them, most of the spells have been seen and even used, and there is one that makes Sean's eyes shine.

Apparate quickly over short distances.

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