Chapter 531

John apparated back here.

He appears in Diagon Alley, next to a Wizarding World post office.

John glanced and paused.

He stared at the flying owl, and an idea suddenly came to his mind.

"I can't set an anchor in the past, so I'll let the future set it."

As soon as the idea comes up, it begins to grow like crazy.

John said to himself: "I will try again after finishing Credence's matter."

The current conditions were not sufficient, so John took a deep look at the Owl Post Office.

He made his way to the Portkey, meeting Malfoy's men on the way.

What?

Why is it confirmed to be Malfoy?

With his iconic platinum hair and arrogant expression, he also likes to wear black.

All kinds of evidence are enough for John to confirm that he is a member of the Malfoy family.

After all, Malfoy's genes are so powerful that he has almost the same look for generations.

I just don’t know which of Draco’s elders that Malfoy is.

Next to Malfoy, a man in his twenties with black hair was talking to him.

Pale face and dark golden eyes.

The man whispered to Malfoy.

“You should continue to make an impact.”

"I've taken a huge risk by doing this," Malfoy said.

The man chuckled and said meaningfully: "Why do I feel like you are deceiving me?"

Malfoy smiled awkwardly, fear flashed in his eyes: "How could that be?"

"Grindelwald will change the world, and the Malfoy family also needs to choose a good team." The man stood up and put on his hat.

To Malfoy, this sounded like a warning.

Malfoy snorted.

Grindelwald's concept is different from that of pure-blood supremacy. What he seeks is a revolution, a reform that changes the way wizards live.

What Malfoy and other pure-blood families want is for pure-blood supremacy.

Their philosophies are different, and Grindelwald also killed purebloods.

"Grindelwald cannot give pure bloods their correct status. You will be spurned by pure bloods, Edgar." Malfoy also gave his own advice to his kinship friend.

"Grindelwald is the light I am pursuing," the man pressed the brim of his hat and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "I am willing to die for him."

How could someone who was not afraid of death be afraid of being spurned by a pureblood?

…

Paris.

I don’t know since when, this place seems to be equated with romance.

Those who come for vacation are looking forward to encountering a romantic love.

John also met by chance, but it wasn't romantic love, but he was forced to leave.

After picking up the clothes he ordered at the clothing store, John looked at the three stars on the collar and nodded with satisfaction.

"take care."

The shop owner came to see John off in person, with a smile on his face.

This customer is generous and his requests are clear and not as vague and abstract as others. He is the tailor shop's favorite customer.

John nodded slightly and left.

Walking to a corner where no one was watching, he stuffed the neatly packed box of clothes into his small bag.

Heading to the hiding place, he looked for the approaching circus.

"Circus? They have left." A beautiful proprietress of a flower shop told John.

John was lost in thought and said uncertainly: "You mean, that circus went on tour?"

"Yes, they left and needed a few months to tour Europe."

Perhaps because of John's good looks, the landlady told John the news for free.

In return, John left the flower shop with a bouquet of daisies.

"So... I still have to wait until they come back?"

The plan couldn't keep up with the change, and John wanted to squeeze Credence dry, but unexpectedly the circus left directly on tour.

It's also John's fault, he didn't understand the specific plan when he sent people to the circus to do illegal work.

It was more about giving Credence a place to hide his identity.

Even he can't arrange everything in detail.

This caused Credence to leave Paris again in confusion and go to other countries.

"Okay, let's take this time to prepare."

John was helpless. He first needed to find a place for him to live.

The magical world is not suitable for him to hide, so he needs to start from the Muggle world as a place of residence.

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Chapter 547 Hello, Edgar

"There isn't much money left from Sniff."

No matter how much money Xiu Xiu had, he couldn't withstand John's lavish spending.

Originally, John had only planned to conduct a second time flash within two months, but it was delayed due to the circus tour.

He walked around the hiding place and stopped in an alley, slowly turning around and looking around.

"After following me for so long, you always need to explain your purpose."

Not far behind John, the man with outstanding height and pale face smiled slightly.

The man raised his head, revealing his dark golden eyes under the brim of his hat.

"Let me guess, you are not attracted to my flowers, are you?" John saw those eyes, which reminded him of Heinrich.

"You are joking, Mr. Joel." The man bowed and took off his hat to reveal his smooth black hair. "Wolfgang Edgar, you may not know me, but in the mouths of my followers, you Extremely important.”

"That's really an honor." John shrugged, "I'm just an ordinary wizard passing by."

"It is an honor for the great Grindelwald to remember little me."

When he said "great", there was no fear or respect, and it was an extremely plain tone.

Wolfgang looked deeply at John, and when he heard the name from Grindelwald's mouth, he was surprised by the light he had.

He knew Grindelwald too well.

This was an extremely arrogant wizard, and the only one he could take seriously was Dumbledore, who was the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts.

‘Joel’ is a name that Wolfgang has mentioned many times since he followed Grindelwald.

That name appeared together with Dumbledore.

Only Wolfgang, his most trusted confidant, can know.

Grindelwald’s obsession with ‘Joel’ is no less than that of Dumbledore.

It can even be said that it has reached the point where Wolfgang is asked to count who appears more often.

Grindelwald was arrested, and Wolfgang, his confidant, was not anxious at all.

He even knew that after this time, new members would appear in Grindelwald's revolutionary team.

This is the charm of Grindelwald. Everyone who comes into contact with him will be integrated into him unconsciously.

I thought that my boss would contact me after he developed followers.

Unexpectedly, Grindelwald found himself through some means during the first week of being locked up.

Wolfgang had news.

The man named ‘Yol’ reappeared after more than 20 years.

And Wolfgang just wants to find the other person.

A sudden glimpse of Diagon Alley prompted Wolfgang to follow John.

"Mr. Joel, do you have the honor to buy you a drink?" Wolfgang invited.

John smiled slightly and said, "My appearance fee is very expensive."

"I believe Edgar can afford this." Wolfgang smiled confidently.

As the leader of the ancient pure-blood family Edgar, he has this capital.

"Well, I guess I need to go over there, don't I?"

John glanced behind him, and a beautiful woman appeared there without knowing it, holding a wand in her hand.

With bright eyes and red lips, she is like a blooming black rose, handsome and cool.

"First meeting, Mr. Joel, Wenda Rozier." Wenda stared at John, the wand in her hand ready to prevent John from escaping.

As Grindelwald's right-hand man, John has a lot of cards.

Unlike being alone in America, Europe is Grindelwald's home ground.

Wolfgang stepped aside to get out of the way and extended his right hand in invitation.

John knew that his chances of leaving now were too slim. He walked towards Wolfgang without making a move and was invited to leave.

It was a tavern with only a few people.

Wolfgang sat opposite John, and behind him was Wenda looking at John with a careful look.

"Wine produced in Austria in 1882." Wolfgang gently shook the red wine in the glass and said with an exclamation tone, "Wine is a very magical thing, they will become more and more beautiful over time. Fragrant."

"It's the same with people."

Through the red wine, his eyes fell on John.

"And you, Mr. Joel?"

Wolfgang's body leaned forward slightly, the cross hanging naturally.

"You don't look like someone in their forties?"

"Grindelwald has searched for you many times, but you never appeared. Why did you reappear now, or when he was arrested?"

Wolfgang stared at John closely, with too many questions.

Not just Wolfgang, but also from Grindelwald.

This was an interrogation, and John took his time facing the two wizards.

He picked up the red wine glass and shook it gently.

The aroma of the wine was released from the shaking of the glass, and John chuckled: "You have too many questions, Edgar."

His back touched the back of the chair, and John looked at ease.