Spotted By Grindelwald And Went To Hogwarts Chapter 301: 1 ring to 1 ring

Krill turned his attention to the black-robed wizard, but he was slightly relieved that the other party didn't show 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. The opponent waved his wand and cast several spells of white light in succession, then nodded to him.

Krill was really relieved at this moment, and he asked his subordinates to untie the rope, and Marshall fell to the ground all of a sudden.

"Welcome back, ma'am—but the welcome ceremony may not be held 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 be weathered automatically, and the trap spell on the ring will be absorbed 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..."

Kriel's chest heaved and heaved twice.

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

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

The more she spoke, 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.

However, after waking up calmly, Marshall 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 has been watching all this quietly, until Marshall completely fell asleep, and he said 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 itself is scary enough, and she killed her companion with her own hands. Coupled with the sequelae of the Imperius Curse, Marshall is likely to fall into a nightmare."

He raised his head and looked at Krill, his face was still invisible under the hood.

"But we need the information she brought back now, so use all methods to heal her."

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

"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.

Kriel glanced at him, nodded at last, and then he was disapparated with Marshall and left.

The 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.

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

Accompanied by the touch, Onassis' words gradually blurred, twisting and twisting, and finally turned into Mopsos.

"My great-grandson, Rosa Mopsos, descendant of the great prophet Mopsos—" he muttered, "For our great cause, you sacrificed your precious life, and you will be forever remembered—"

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 a wonderful magic..." He looked at the ring with fascination in his tone, "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.

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"Hey buddy! Give me that file!"

""A Century of Time Interview"... I can't imagine what kind of interest readers will have with this kind of title and content! Re-think the title of the column!"

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

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

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

Occasionally, paper airplanes fly in from the outside and land on a certain desk. The owner of the desk will untie the paper airplane and take a quick glance 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 guards are willing to accept our exclusive interview and guarantee the authenticity of the words, we will not accept any contact behavior related to the guards-want to gag me? Unless you give me ten Imperius Curses!"

"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!"

The valley

"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.

A man **** in mid-air with a rope stared wide-eyed. 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 that's 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 a key figure in the report that caused a sensation in the wizarding world in the previous issue——Rosa Onassis!

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 discussion with a big wave of his hand. He picked up the pipe and took a deep breath, his cheeks sunken in.

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, 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: "Sincerely, after the last report, we have already become enemies with the guards! Besides, what is the most important thing for us to do news? Report the truth! Everyone, this is the original intention of our "Merlin Weekly Newsletter"!"

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? Ha - the internal conflicts in the guard team are even bigger than I expected, and the ghosts are all mixed into this kind of team..."

After that, he waved his hand: "Write to me! Just use the title——"

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

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

"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. After being exposed, they actually want to kill their companions to silence them." Harry also exclaimed.

"...Deliberate murder has become a fact, we would like to ask the guards instead 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 of Grindelwald's terrible acts, but instead saw the Unforgivable Curse in the hands of the guards. Exposure? I think the word persecution may be the truth."

"Above, this report is 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.

Besides, the curious baby Daisy glanced at the dead Onassis in the photo again, and then quickly looked away, she said: "It's scary... But, can this prove that the whole thing is actually a conspiracy by the guards against Mr. Grindelwald?"

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

"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 photo of the scene, and the person who can secretly take the photo must be there - 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..."

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"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 it happened like this, 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 snapped.

Clear 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 left the team will go to the confinement room, and I will ask them one by one!"

"Yes ~IndoMTL.com~ Creel quickly replied with blood on 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.

"It's troublesome." The black robe wizard said.

The middle-aged man glanced at him: "Grindelwald has never been easy to deal with, has Marshall recovered?"

"Recovered."

"Okay——" the man narrowed his eyes, "let her stay in the general ward, and at the same time, return the wand to her, don't keep the guards, just the therapists and nurses."

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

"Very good."

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