Spotted By Grindelwald And Went To Hogwarts Chapter 334: Flame Dance

Paris.

On the outskirts of the city, in a large manor, the lights are bright. The strange thing is that none of the rare passers-by noticed this mansion, and they even completely ignored this space.

The original owner of this classic manor is a well-known entrepreneur. Of course, the manor is now named Aiken.

Old Aiken was wearing a velvet smoking shirt and was leaning on a luxurious rocking chair, with a blazing bonfire beating beside him, the middle-aged man's face was flickering.

"Damn—" Old Aiken was accidentally burned by the soot he shook off, but there was no short-term pain on his face, only a gloomy look.

His right hand holding the cigarette is far older and withered than the hand of a normal man of this age, even if the sparks fall off, he will not feel much pain. Contrasted with his pale silver left hand.

Old Aiken threw his unsmoked cigarette into the fireplace, and stroked his pale silver left hand with a grim expression.

Because of Grindelwald's spell, his left hand disappeared permanently, and the vitality was added to his right hand. No one can perfectly break this curse, and the old Aiken finally chose to pay more, that is, to completely drain the vitality of his right hand in exchange for a usable left hand—although this hand is not very easy to use.

It's all because of Grindelwald! Old Aiken's face was full of gloom, and there was a trace of fear that would never be erased underneath.

Although he said that he would capture Grindelwald at all costs, since the original Aiken Manor was burned, the old Aiken still chose the new manor located in the west of the city-Paris, which is the farthest from the Père Lachaise Cemetery in the east of the city.

His son went to Hogwarts, and Old Aiken knew that he was looking for revenge on that Wallop kid. Old Aiken didn't object to this. He was just a kid in the third grade. He used to be able to use Grindelwald's name, but now it's not the same as before.

Old Aiken still supports his son to obliterate the nightmare. After all, his wife died early, and he is his only son, and the Aiken family will be handed over to him in the future.

However, maybe I should find a new woman? It's just that it's not so easy to find a young witch with pure blood and excellent blood like his late wife...

It’s really not possible, maybe it’s okay to use some extraordinary means...

While Old Aiken was thinking, there was a sudden movement outside.

Who? ! Old Aiken subconsciously bounced off his chair.

"Master, master—" the shrill voice of the house-elf rang out.

"Go away, go as far as you can!" The young man's sharp and violent voice sounded.

Fabian? Hearing his son's familiar voice, old Aiken frowned.

Shouldn't he be at Hogwarts...something happened...

Old Aiken didn't doubt the true identity of the man who was beating and kicking the house elf outside, but just wondered why his son came back suddenly.

Although the original Aiken old house was burned down by Grindelwald, and many magic props inside were burned, there are still some in stock.

For example, the special door key at my son's feet can span several countries, and only those who have the special opening password of the Aiken family can use it.

And only you and your son know this password.

At the door, a house-elf in a rag was timidly lowering his head. He didn't even dare to cry out for the rough kick of the young master.

In the distance, several wizards employed by Aiken's family were watching all this coldly.

Little Aiken seemed to be getting more and more angry as he beat him. He kicked the house elf out and cursed angrily, "Get out of here, you lowly thing!"

"Don't let me see you in this manor!"

The house-elf stood up tremblingly, with his head hanging down on the turf, not daring to speak.

"Go to the basement, you are not allowed to eat tonight." Old Aiken walked out of the door and ordered the house-elf, who immediately disappeared in place.

Old Aiken looked at little Aiken seriously.

"My child, I told you not to let anger take over your mind at any time."

Little Aiken—Of course, Grindelwald's real identity is Shawn under the cover of his exclusive transformation technique.

He has digested the key points of little Aiken's memory, and he has no problem dealing with old Aiken-especially, he is now playing a young man who has lost his mind due to anger.

Sean's eyes were red, and his chest heaved violently a few times. He glanced at Old Aiken irritably, but in the end he took a few deep breaths under the other's stern eyes.

"Look at you! Follow me to the study and tell me what's going on." Old Aiken said in a deep voice.

Sean kept stroking his hair back, and followed after taking a deep breath—this is little Aiken's common action.

The two came to the study one after the other, and the old Aiken asked after closing the door: "Your plan failed?"

Sean clenched his teeth, his eyes were gloomy as if they were about to drip water.

"That Mudblood..."

As he spoke, he walked to the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of wine, opened it, and took a sip.

"Fabian!" Old Aiken looked at him seriously, and said in a tone of hatred, "How many times have I taught you, no matter failure or success, as a superior, you must be calm and calm!"

Sean panted heavily and glanced at Old Aiken, and gradually calmed down under the other's stern gaze. Finally, he gritted his teeth somewhat dejectedly and unwillingly.

"I see..." He took a deep breath and regained his firm gaze.

"Well, this is what the heirs of the Aiken family should do." Old Aiken nodded in satisfaction.

His son, who has always been smooth sailing, is easily overwhelmed. Although he did not achieve satisfactory results this time, he was able to calm down so quickly, which can be regarded as learning something.

This is what he wants to see the most. As long as little Aiken can truly have the bearing of a superior, then nothing will matter. After all, Aiken's family can afford the tuition.

In front of old Aiken, his son took another bottle of wine and two glasses, and handed them over respectfully after pouring out the wine.

"Teach me, I'm still too far behind."

Hearing his son's words, Old Aiken showed a hint of relief in his eyes.

Being more and more mature is a good signal. If you fail, you can start over, and you can teach him more.

Old Aiken took a sip from his wine glass in satisfaction.

"Failure is not terrible, Fabian. Come on, tell me, what step went wrong in your plan this time..."

As he spoke, Old Aiken's eyes suddenly widened. He felt his tongue was rapidly becoming numb, and then the numbness spread rapidly!

It's not Fabian!

Old Aiken immediately wanted to reach out and touch the bright silver necklace on his chest.

However, just as his hand was stretched out, it was blown down feebly.

In the luxurious and gorgeous study room, old Aiken, who was wearing an expensive smoking shirt, slipped weakly on the magic carpet worth a thousand Galleons with his eyes wide open.

A burst of gentle magic power supported his fallen body, but he was immediately overwhelmed by a huge force.

The eyes of the man wearing the appearance of his own son became disdainful and cold, and his hard-soled boots ruthlessly stomped his head on the ground.

"Actually, every step of your son's plan has problems... Please forgive my bluntness, an incompetent father is often responsible for the death of his stupid child."

Dead... Fabian is dead... Old Aiken is just like little Aiken an hour ago, he is panting violently like a dead dog.

But nothing can be done.

Najia slowly swam out from Sean's sleeve, and then swam towards the necklace on Old Aiken's neck.

Pure-blooded nobles are all alike, arrogant and stupid... Even if they have been taught a few times by Grindelwald, they can't remember...

Shawn let go of the soles of his shoes and asked Najia to take off the other party's necklace.

In Little Aiken's memory, his father's necklace is a very powerful magic item, but it's just like other items-it only prevents magic spells and forcible seizures, and it doesn't work on magical animals.

Because they think that non-human magical creatures are naturally inferior and not worthy of attention.

An extremely stupid idea... Sean walked out of the room, and then changed into Little Aiken's gloomy face again.

Outside the house, several wizards hired by the Aiken family were discussing in low voices.

"What happened to Master Aiken?"

"Hey, the lights in the room are all turned off, it seems that the anger is not small."

"Tch, what can I do, I tried to punish you but failed..."

Several people were slandering their young masters, when suddenly the door was pushed open, and a voice shouted coldly: "Everyone, come here."

Little Aiken stood at the door and shouted to everyone.

"Looks like I'm going to tear my skin apart..." Someone said

"Tear it up, just help him kill a few people..." A wizard licked his lips.

Soon, nearly ten hired wizards gathered.

When they saw little Aiken with a livid face, they greeted them casually and led the way into the house.

Several people followed the trend, the house was a little dark without lights, and the huge room made people feel a little uncomfortable. Of course, this is nothing to be afraid of for wizards.

Following around a corner of a corridor, several people had just started the stove, but suddenly saw that their young master turned to face them.

The other party closed his eyes, with an indifferent smile on the corner of his mouth.

This is not the key point. They saw that in the darkness behind each other, a huge head was coiled in mid-air, and a pair of yellow, huge, terrifying vertical pupils were staring at all of them.

There is a layer of crystal lens on the surface of those vertical pupils...

This is the last consciousness of several people.

"Boom, boom, boom..." Shihua's body fell heavily to the ground.

At the end of the line, a wizard who hadn't turned around saw this chilling scene.

He only felt a chill rushing towards Tianling Gai, and he took out his wand and prepared to retreat quickly.

However, before he could move, a thorny sheath hanging under the lampshade of the desk lamp next to him suddenly grew bigger!

The terrifying fangs pierced his throat without hindrance!

The only sound left in the room was the bubbling sound of blood bubbling in the throat.

Just walked into a room, and all the wizards hired by the Aiken family were wiped out!

"Thanks for your hard work." Sean pressed the button in his hand, and the Basilisk's opened eye patch closed again.

"It's a very easy thing." The Basilisk hissed a little happily. This was its first 'task' after officially following Sean.

Listening to Sean's voice, he did well—the Basilisk is very satisfied.

It swept its tail casually, smashing all the stone carvings on the ground into powder.

On the other side, after Dave confirmed that the wizard he was talking about no longer had any breath of life, it spread its wings and flew back to Sean's side.

"Wash up." Dave opened his mouth actively.

"I'm sensible, I know it's time to brush my teeth." Sean was quite relieved and gave Dave a clear water like a spring.

For Sean, little Aiken's memory gave him information. These wizards hired by the Aiken family either had a dirty foundation before being hired, or they did a lot of shameful things for the Aiken family after being hired.

So, after doing all of this, Sean's psychology didn't fluctuate at all.

In fact, he wasn't afraid of being discovered at all, he just felt that a big battle was too troublesome.

Putting away his little friends, Sean walked towards Old Aiken's bedroom, where some treasures of the Aiken family were kept in the secret room.

A moment later, Sean came out of the secret room with a hint of distress on his face.

Too much was burned by Grindelwald... Originally, the inventory of such a big family should be very exaggerated...

The most rewarding thing is a lot of Galleons. Old Aiken doesn't like saving money in the Goblin Bank.

Teacher, you are a heinous sin...

Sean sighed and released the cat leopard, let it move everything into the ring, then he walked back to the study again.

As soon as he entered the door, little Najia climbed onto his thigh with a necklace in his mouth like offering a treasure.

"Thank you for your hard work." Sean touched the coquettish Najia and praised him.

He took the necklace with a look of surprise in his eyes.

Little Aiken also described his father's most precious necklace in his memory, but it was only when Sean got it that he realized the excellent craftsmanship of the necklace.

Just feeling the magic power, the ancient runes carved in the necklace made Sean dizzy.

More than ten ultimate armor protections, two triggered emergency healing spells, five actively activated fast healing spells, five anti-curse spells, five anti-hypnosis spells, activated counter spells, including stun spells, petrification spells, etc., anti-flying spells, anti-theft spells, etc., and even the owner of the necklace can actively activate anti-apparition and anti-anti-apparition...

It's rich and powerful, this magic necklace alone costs at least tens of thousands of Galleons... Sean tossed the necklace in his hand in admiration.

You can wear this thing yourself first, and you can give it to others when you become stronger and don't need it later, as long as you replenish the magic spell regularly.

"Thank you, generous Mr. Aiken." Sean smiled and stroked the old Aiken who was still lying on the ground.

"Let... let..." Old Aiken's will was really tenacious. The paralyzing potion Sean used could overwhelm a small fire dragon, yet the other party was still struggling to spit out a few words.

However~IndoMTL.com~ Sean didn't pay attention to the other party's words at all, he took out his wand gracefully, like an excellent conductor.

"Combustficus."

The red-golden flame didn't know kindness, it engulfed the frightened and desperate old Aiken, and didn't allow him to let out a whine.

Sean stepped out of the door briskly, and from behind him, flames were licking everywhere except the corner of Sean's clothes.

They want to dance wildly, but they try to restrain themselves around Sean.

Sean turned his head and greeted gracefully, but his eyes did not show any gentleness.

The port key distorted the space, and he disappeared in place.

The flames finally broke free, and they rose wildly and joyfully.

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