Chapter 998 Extra: Grindelwald

"We'll be there soon, be careful and don't make any noise."

In the dark and silent forest, a team of eight wizards quickly passed through the path covered with fallen leaves, their cloaks behind them rustling in the wind.

Every time he walked a certain distance, the leading wizard would slow down and carefully observe the surrounding environment until he was sure it was safe enough before continuing forward.

But his move made others sneer.

"Andrew, are you too timid? There are eight of us."

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After slowing down for the fifth time, a little wizard wearing a hood finally couldn't bear it anymore and stepped forward to question:

"You don't want to get rid of us so you can dig for treasures by yourself."

"I'm not you, and I definitely don't have such thoughts."

The wizard named Andrew frowned, and it was obvious that he didn't like the person in front of him, but he still said patiently: "But the other person is a legendary wizard after all, so we'd better be careful to avoid falling into a trap. "

"Legend...ho..." The man sneered, very disdainful.

"What a legend? He just lived long enough. Dumbledore was also a legendary wizard. Wasn't he also killed?"

"You said he was the most terrifying wizard seventy years ago. Don't be ridiculous. I must have said that he and Dumbledore must have made up these names in partnership, just to deceive Sir Merlin into the first level..."

The sound stopped suddenly, and in the horrified eyes of everyone, the hooded wizard suddenly shriveled up like a popped balloon.

In just a few seconds, all that was left of a living wizard was a skeleton, and then he fell to the ground with his hood attached.

"ah!"

There was a scream from the team, but before others could react, they all stopped again and stood there with dull eyes.

But in the open space to their right, two people, a man and a woman, appeared out of thin air. They were both very old wizards.

"Sir, we're just dealing with this garbage, why do you have to do it yourself." Wenda Rozier looked at the people around her. Even though she was over a hundred years old, she still felt excited.

"Just to pass the time." Grindelwald twirled the wand in his hand and said, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally: "Albus hasn't been back for three days. I have to find some small games for myself to pass the time."

"It's their honor." Rozier said without hesitation.

As for who she was referring to, it was naturally those eight... No, there are only seven left now.

Those people were originally her prey, and she had already written the rest of the script and arranged a suitable ending for everyone.

Grindelwald suddenly took action, which completely disrupted her plan.

But Rozier didn't care at all. If Grindelwald wanted to, it wouldn't matter even if he killed him.

"Where's that witch? She's the guy who was talking nonsense in the newspaper." Grindelwald twirled his wand.

The next second, the wizards controlled by the Imperius Curse suddenly woke up again.

It's just that they didn't realize that there was anyone else around them at all, nor did they realize that there was one less person in the team. They continued running in the direction ahead as if nothing had happened.

"If you're asking about that Rita Skeeter..." Rozier looked in another direction, "in a tree three miles away."

"She is quite courageous." Grindelwald narrowed his eyes, "I heard that she wrote a lot of articles related to Albus, and said that he is an old fool..."

This time Rozier didn't speak.

She rarely reads the Daily Prophet, and is even less likely to read the previous contents. Naturally, she has no idea what Rita Skeeter has written in it.

"Do you need me to capture her?" Rozier asked.

Grindelwald hesitated.

A Rita Skeeter was nothing. It would be easier to crush her to death than a bug.

But she was Kyle's person.

Grindelwald subconsciously touched a photo album in his arms.

For some treasures, he had to consider Kyle's reaction.

When he thought of this, Grindelwald felt annoyed.

This was the first time that someone had manipulated him so thoroughly. Before, when he wanted something, he would just grab it. How could he feel so frustrated like now? It’s just a few photos, but they still have to exchange them...

But there is no way, I really can’t steal it this time.

It has nothing to do with strength... Although Kyle is already second only to Dumbledore, so what, as long as he is weaker than Dumbledore, he can pin the opponent to the ground and beat him.

But the problem is, Dumbledore said more than once that if he dared to do anything to Kyle, he would never see him again, including the portrait.

Grindelwald felt his teeth itching.

He didn't understand why Dumbledore paid so much attention to a cunning, cunning and scheming student.

In his opinion, that Kyle was not even as good as the previous Scamander... At least Scamander didn't look like he deserved a beating.

"oh!"

"It's Nurmengard..."

"Found it, we found it..."

Screams came from not far away, making Grindelwald come back to his senses.

"It looks like the actors are already in place." He said softly.

"Yes." Rozier nodded, "That Rita Skeeter..."

"Forget it, leave her alone," Grindelwald said, "The stage still needs her to take the curtain call."

"But there is one thing. I hope she can use more polite words when writing articles."

"I think this is the most basic quality." Rosier said with a smile, "I believe Ms. Skeeter thinks so too."

"I hope so." Grindelwald nodded, "Then, it's your turn now."

"Oh, by the way, not everyone can enter Nurmengard, don't let them go any further."

"I understand." Rosier nodded.

She took a step forward and disappeared instantly.

At the same time, in an open space ahead, the previous wizard team had already dispersed. One of them was holding a slate, and the rest were pointing their wands at him. The scene was very tense.

Something seemed to fluctuate in the air, and then, one of the eyes changed.

"Hand over the Horcrux!"

As a green light gushed out from the tip of his wand, the scene instantly became chaotic.

"That's mine!"

"Damn it, give it to me!"

It was originally a temporary team, and there was no trust at all. Under the stimulation of the killing curse, everyone pointed their wands at others.

Whether they wanted to or not, they had to do it because everyone else did it.

In a very short time, the originally quiet forest suddenly became lively.

And outside the battlefield.

"This is different from what you said before." A beetle flew down from the tree and turned into a middle-aged witch.

"This is too fake. How could the Horcrux production drawings be placed in such a conspicuous place at the door.

Also, I can guess in less than a second that the first person who used the killing curse was controlled by you with the imperius curse.

"When I came, someone said that your plan was perfect."

"That was true before, but the plan has changed." Rosier nodded indifferently, "Important venues have been declared off-limits, so the plan must naturally change accordingly."

She turned her head and looked at Rita Skeeter, "I believe you can complete the finishing work perfectly, right? "

Although Rozier was laughing, Rita Skeeter felt a chill all over her body and nodded almost instinctively.

"Yes, I can."

Only then did she remember that the witch in front of her had reduced the number of a team of fifteen people by half without even taking action herself.

And everything was reasonable, and those people had never even suspected that they had been targeted.

"Very good. "Rosier nodded with satisfaction.

To be honest, she still admired the man in front of her.

Smart, sensible, and more importantly, dedicated.

She could see that Rita Skeeter was very afraid of her, and she was scared to death, but she never thought of giving up the mission and running away. She kept following closely behind, either taking pictures or writing something quickly with a shorthand quill.

Rosier admired such people who were serious and responsible about their work.

Of course, admiration is admiration, but there are still some things to say... For example, the suggestion of using civilized language in newspapers.

...

While they were talking, the battle had already come to an end. Among the seven people, only one was left standing.

He staggered to a person, grabbed the stone slab under the other person, and then dragged his bleeding leg and limped in the direction he came from.

But he didn't notice that a beetle had appeared at the bottom of his robe.

Rosier found Grindelwald again.

As expected, he was still looking at the album that he had flipped through countless times.

"Is the matter resolved? "Grindelwald closed the album.

"Most of it." Rosier replied truthfully: "I have modified part of his memory. As long as he leaves the forest smoothly and is found by others, the origin of the Horcrux will be complete. At that time, no one will doubt that it is fake."

"Yeah." Grindelwald responded casually, as if he didn't care at all.

In fact, he really didn't care at all.

It's just a Horcrux, not unkillable. He agreed to this just to get a few photos from Kyle, that's all.

But at this time, Grindelwald suddenly frowned.

Because just now, when he thought of Kyle, a strange picture suddenly appeared in his mind.

It was a wedding scene, which happened to be the wedding of Kyle and a witch.

Some wizards are born with some special abilities, such as Tonks's Disguisemagus, and Kyle's ability to Communicating with magical animals...

Grindelwald also has this ability. He can see the future and is a natural fortune teller... Perhaps he can also be called Prophecy Magus.

Just now, he saw a certain scene in the future, but it was not because of Kyle, but because of another person.

Some kind of urgent mood made him see the other party's trajectory of action.

Dumbledore, wedding...

For some reason, Grindelwald suddenly became dazed, and it seemed that a voice began to whisper in his ear.

Then, in the puzzled eyes of Wenda Rosier, Grindelwald turned around suddenly and Apparated away from the forest.