Chapter 435 Why did we fail?
The golden bell was shaking slightly in the air, but there was no bell hammer in the middle.
Dryan's wand pointed, and the crystal bottle floating in the air blew up, and the golden powder swept towards Morrow.
Morrow subconsciously held her breath, blocked her eyes with the back of her hand, and then watched the scattered gold powder gather towards the bells hanging on her wrists, and even formed a small vortex in the air.
He shook his arm a few times, and the golden powder swayed in the air, and after a while, they were all absorbed by the bells.
"Antoine, are there any physical discomfort?" Dryan asked.
Morrow moved his arms and shoulders and said, "No, everything is fine, and I don't feel unconscious."
Grindelwald waved his finger and the empty chair next to him rolled into the center of the room.
"Break it," he said.
Morrow pointed at the chair with his wand: "Thunderbolt explosion!"
The spell hits the target, the wood blocks explode, and even a stream of hot air squirts and spreads out with the airflow.
"No different from before." Morrow said affirmatively: "That kind of gold powder really didn't affect me - I thought mysterious magic would be more difficult!"
"The stronger the more you are, the more fragile it will be." Grindelwald said: "Time magic is indeed terrible, but condensed into powder, a small container can limit it."
"But one is not enough. Vader, Vauvelet, I need more...uh, does this thing have a name?" Grindelwald asked.
"Vacuum bell." Vovillet smiled proudly, "The name Vader gave."
"oh."
Grindelwald looked at Vader and said disgustedly: "It's really about the same level as your communication pea. The work is like an alchemist's child. How can the name be so casual?"
Vader said indifferently: "Is it not good to be simple and easy to understand? You will know what it does at first."
Grindelwald sighed, thought for a moment and said, "Shivanges...just call this name. I need at least one hundred and eighty ones. How long will it take for you to prepare?"
"One hundred and eighty..." Vovilet estimated the progress of the two and said, "About two days."
A mature alchemist can completely make multiple sets of materials form at the same time at once, and an alchemist is equivalent to a small factory.
Vovillet also has several apprentices who can complete some basic work, such as material refining and shaping.
After two days, this still takes into account the efficiency of the two people under normal rest, and it can actually be faster.
"Then three days later, we will carry out the next action. Vad Grey..." Grindelwald looked at the young wizard and said, "Prepare, you will participate this time."
...
"well……"
Back in the alchemy room, Voviet had already sighed for the third time, and his frowning look made Vader, who was not planning to speak, unable to bear it.
"It's okay, don't worry." Vader comforted him, "Mr. Grindelwald kept me by his side last time, and there was no one safer in the audience than me."
"I'm not worried about this. If Gellert didn't want it, he would definitely not let you get into trouble... What I'm worried about is..."
Vovilet didn't continue to say it, and sighed again.
Vader knew what he was worried about, but he could not control Grindelwald's thoughts, and could only be regarded as unaware.
The last time Grindelwald took him out, he was just a safe bystander. But this time... I'm afraid it won't be that easy.
He hasn't celebrated his fourteenth birthday yet. At this age, whether it's going to the battlefield, killing people, or just facing such cruel scenes, even if Vovilet is a dark wizard, it feels too early.
The night fell, and the two of them simply tidied up the alchemy room and went to have a meal.
House elf has delivered dinner to the table, so the level of heart is naturally not comparable to Hogwarts, but even the simple vegetable salad feels more delicious.
While eating, Wowelle was still frowning. With a piece of tomato, he thought of the scene of blood flowing; with a piece of grilled chicken chop, he imagined the appearance of a living person being roasted into charcoal.
He has seen such a picture many times, but this time it is different.
Next to every picture he imagined was Vader, who was pale and trembling, and had to raise his wand under the stare of the terrifying Dark King.
Before he could finish supper, Wovilette suddenly stood up and shouted, "No! You can't do this!"
Vader was startled by him and blinked blankly.
Then he saw Vovilet quickly enter his bedroom, rummaged through the cabinets, and took out a... soft light badge from it?
This is also Vader's work. It can add a layer of magic beauty filter to people in a natural environment to make the appearance look more pleasing to the eye. The short validity period is its only disadvantage. It has been sold well since its launch, even if it is not It is also very popular among the Wucui Party.
——Wovilette did this thing?
Vader looked at the old man happily with the badge and said:
"Does it look familiar? Young people love beauty. No matter who doesn't wear such a badge, it won't look strange. Even an old man like me can't help but buy a few."
He personally put the badge on Vader's chest, then helped him with his clothes, and whispered:
"I made a little transformation of this badge, and it is now the key to the door to this castle. If...in case Gellert makes things difficult for you, you will come back immediately."
"Don't worry about them causing trouble for you later. I'm there! Don't worry about what Gellert asked, just say it's all my ideas... I still have this face..."
...
The waiter knocked on the door and said, "Guest, the dinner you ordered is here."
The door was opened, and the man wearing a scarf and almost bald head took the dining plate, glanced at the waiter calmly and said, "Thank you."
The waiter was stunned for a moment, keeping a smile on his face as he watched the other party close the door again, and he was secretly surprised.
——The appearance of this guest was completely inconsistent with his eyes, as if the soul of a soldier was stuffed into the thief's body.
but……
Who said that people with vulgar appearances cannot have noble temperament? Maybe he had an ups and downs, but he was defeated by fate and became unkempt...
The waiter thought about a plot comparable to a movie in his mind, and pushed the dining cart to the next room, and his unique eyes still seemed to flash in front of him from time to time.
"Super is here, Miss Maybel."
Peter II placed the pancakes, grilled sausages and other meals on the table, and there was a large can of sweet milk next to it.
"thank you."
Mabel, who had just come out of the bathroom, was steaming hot. She sat at the table, picked up the pancake and rolled it with sausage, and said embarrassedly, "Don't you really come a little?"
"We don't need to eat, Miss Maybel," said Peter II, shaking his head.
This is not the first time Mabel has heard this answer, but it still feels a little strange.
No matter how you look at it, you look like a human, and there is no inconsistency between speaking and speaking. In essence, it is the same as the Rubik's Cube or Broom next to it. Sometimes you will find this a bit scary when you think about it.
But after spending time together for a long time, Mabel discovered that this ugly appearance of Peter II is actually a restrained, silent and reliable good person... a good devil.
When Maybel left with a group of witches, he thought that this time he would definitely sleep in the open and search everywhere, and thought about how to deal with it in time if he got sick.
But in fact, she was doing better than ever before.
When riding a broom while rushing, the Rubik's Cube Puppet will spread a shield-like baffle to block the cold wind. Mihal flapped his wings next to him, and he was full of heat flow, and he could not feel the coldness at high altitude at all.
The puppets also considered that she had a diet and rest need, so they stopped at the entrance of a very high-end hotel in the evening.
Peter II checked in as an adult, and he could even provide various legal registration information and documents, but he didn't know how it got it.
The Rubik's Cube Puppet turned into a suitcase and was quietly taken into the room by Peter Two.
Afterwards, Maybel, who was invisible in a cloak, flew in through the window on a broom. The hotel offers a variety of delicious food and a hot bath.
There is no need to worry about safety. At night, Maybel slept on the soft big bed. Occasionally, when he woke up in the middle of the night and opened his eyes, he could see several puppets quietly guarding the window or door.
During the day, they tracked several places attacked by the Wuci Party, but could not get close. They could only watch the wizards deal with the follow-up. The broom sometimes disguised as ordinary flying brooms and eavesdropped on the conversations of those people.
There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!
But two days ago, this search like a flies finally made great progress - a wizard began to contact them and provide information.
It was a businessman named Macchione, who was said to be a partner of Vad Gray.
"Is that guy trustworthy?" Broom muttered, "There is a saying in my mind that there is no business or treacherous. These cunning guys can do anything to pursue profit."
Maybel subconsciously looked at its slender body and its flat twigs.
——Mind? Where is its brain?
"Isn't that right?" Peter II said: "It is in his interest to rescue the master."
"Whether he is trustworthy is a question that the master needs to judge. I only care whether the information he provides is useful," said the Rubik's Cube Magician.
"Does he know you are the puppets?" Maybel asked curiously.
"I know." said the Rubik's Cube Magician.
When he left, it also brought Vader's friend account to his family, and originally intended to use it to find out the news occasionally.
But through parchment, others probably could not trust their identities and were very cautious about not contacting them. Except for Dumbledore who once invited them to meet him, only Macchione took the initiative to send various information to him after a few days of silence.
In the Liujing video, the Wucui Party did not show her face, but Macchiony analyzed the materials and patterns of the boots on their feet, and helped several witches to find a rough range of people.
[If I'm not wrong, those people's bases should be in the southwest of Sweden. You'd better look inland to find the ancient castle that has seen magic. .
[The man was imprisoned in a prison at sea for forty-eight years. The cold and humid climate must have caused great damage to his body, so the place he chose to live would definitely be far away from the coast now. .
——This is the message sent by Macchione two days ago.
There are only more than 300 castles in Sweden. It will not take long to exclude those on the coast and those that have become tourist attractions.
I am afraid that Grindelwald will completely hide the castle.
But they still have Mabel in their team.
The silent silence born from the hatred of magic has an extraordinary sensitivity to magic power.
After dinner, Mabel crossed out the place he had found today from the map, discussed with the puppets about tomorrow's itinerary, and was about to rest when he heard the puppets suddenly say:
"Macioni sent another message..."
It opened its friend's account and saw a strange name written on it.
"John Adler? A normal man who can't do magic... may become the next target of the Witch Party... Have you heard of this name?"
All living things and non-organisms in the room shook their heads, including Mabel.
"What should we do?" Mabel asked with the map and drew on it, "Will you continue to investigate the castle, and you will go to find that Adler first?"
The Rubik's Cube Magic puppet fell into deep thought as the words that appeared on the parchment paper.
...
"Is the badge changed to a door key?"
Grindelwald repeated, with an unpredictable smile on his lips.
"Yes." The house elf wearing a gray pillowcase lowered his head and repeated Wovillet's words word by word.
This creature has large and flexible ears, can rotate independently, and has extremely sharp hearing, and most wizards will subconsciously ignore them.
Grindelwald, who had experienced war, did not ignore the power and unique role of this creature. His study, bedroom and conference room were all cast spells. Even the house elf could only hear "buzz" outside the room. "The noise of hum"
But Vovillett had no such consciousness, and Grindelwald had not passed on his experience to others.
At this time, after hearing the words of the house elf, Grindelwald had not said anything, and Dryan, who was standing aside, showed anger.
"Sir." He bowed, "Wovilette has signs of betrayal. Should I let me go..."
Grindelwald raised his hand to stop his words and said to the house elf, "I understand, you go back to work first."
"yes."
The house elf disappeared with a "pop".
Grindelwald then looked at Delane, but was not as angry as he had imagined, but laughed:
"Although Antoine didn't say anything, he probably had the same concerns as Vovilet. What about you, Gint?"
"What do you think about the next action I'm going to bring Vad Grey?" Grindelwald asked.
“Wovilette and Antoine were blinded by their personal feelings and did not understand your good intentions.”
Delane said without hesitation: "Vid Gray has the bell...the production of Hivanges, and if he has bad intentions, it may cause us a huge loss."
"You brought him by your side to ensure everyone's safety, a steady and cautious strategy!"
He spoke very sincerely, without any pleasing or hypocrisy, because that's what he thought from the bottom of his heart.
But when Grindelwald heard this, he burst into laughter, his thin chest trembling like a drumbeat.
Dryan looked at him worriedly, afraid that he would be too snoring to breathe like last time.
Then, he saw the monarch he chose put away his smile and sighed, "Gint, have you ever thought about why our past career failed?"
