Chapter 587
He rushed out of the house, bumped into the snowman he had built yesterday, and punched and kicked the snowman.
The surveillance agents looked at each other.
"Is he... crazy?"
"I think he was probably too stressed."
An older agent calmly analyzed: "In other words, he showed this to us deliberately to make us take it lightly."
"It makes sense!" The young agent admired his senior's analysis.
The old agent smoked a cigarette and said deeply: "As expected of you, Watson Wick, you must have discovered our existence long ago."
"Excellent acting skills, but it's a pity that you can't fool me." The old agent sneered, "call it a day."
"Call it done?" The young agent was dumbfounded and asked doubtfully, "We want to monitor him."
"It's useless. He has already discovered us. Everything he sees next is just what he wants to show us."
The old agent said coldly: "Consider it his victory this time. Leave first, otherwise we will never see the real Watson Wick."
"Okay." The young agent was impressed by the old agent again and had no doubts about him.
Little did he know, he was just a sad old man abandoned by his wife and children.
…
Hogsmeade.
Mrs. Wick felt an itchy feeling when she entered this village full of wizards.
It's like an instinct hidden in the blood.
It was a sequelae of that massive witch hunt.
Ariana's eyes refused to let go of the things around her.
She hugged the little bear and walked in this village full of wizards.
This is John's Christmas present.
A novel trip for Ariana.
Although John wasn't going home, he was able to get Ariana to come over.
He took off Ariana's bracelet, stretched out his wand, and whispered, "I'm here."
By John's side, Ariana didn't need a restraining bracelet.
Mrs. Wick was attracted to Fengya Wizard Clothing Store, and she thought it would be a good idea to arrange some pieces for Ariana.
I don’t know why, but ice cream is particularly popular in winter.
Is this the same as eating hot pot in summer?
John saw Filch take out Florin Fusco's membership card there and take out two strawberry mapo tofu-flavored ice creams.
She ate one herself, and she handed the other to Ms. Pince.
The two of them were talking and laughing, and even Filch's habitual hunched back straightened up.
After thinking about it, John decided to keep this secret to himself.
"Would you like a warm butterbeer?" John pointed to the Three Broomsticks pub.
Ariana leaned forward to the glass and looked in curiously.
It was so crowded that Ariana backed away in fear.
"Mr. Wick," the owner of Fengya Wizard Clothing Store ran over and said respectfully to John, "your mother bought thirteen women's robes."
John took out a money bag from his small bag and said to the boss: "Make my mother happy."
The boss' hand when he picked up the money bag almost hit the ground, and the money power was activated.
The boss smiled so hard that he couldn't see his eyes, and nodded repeatedly to express that he would treat them well.
Seeing that Ariana didn't like crowded taverns, John thought for a while and said, "Then let's change places. I think you will go too."
Ariana tilted her head, not knowing where to go.
…
The Hog's Head Tavern.
This place looks like a ghetto trash can compared to the Three Broomsticks.
In the deserted shop, a goat came out and bleated.
The boss, Aberforth, was bored with his chin propped up.
Since Voldemort fell from power, even the dark wizards who brought him to spend money have disappeared.
If he continues, I'm afraid he will go bankrupt.
"jingle."
The door was opened.
Aberforth looked over slowly, guessing which dark wizard was coming here to trade.
But this time, he looked like someone had cast a petrification spell on him.
His eyes widened little by little, and Aberforth made a "ho" sound from his mouth.
"Not welcome?" John asked standing at the door.
Aberforth's eyes were fixed on the back of him. The girl holding the wand was looking at the empty tavern with curious eyes.
"Ariana."
He finally spoke.
But the calmness in my mouth turned into choking.
Ariana felt a familiar feeling when she saw the old man.
She used a voice that Aberforth had not heard for a long time but did not dare to forget.
"elder brother."
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Chapter 603 Killing Grindelwald and campaigning
"What are we going to do with him?"
Poland, Ministry of Magic.
Grindelwald was arrested, some were happy and some were sad.
The International Confederation of Wizards all wants Grindelwald's surveillance rights.
This famous dark wizard once set off a revolution that terrified everyone in Europe.
This is an important moment for the International Federation of Wizards elections, and the benefits Grindelwald can bring to them are huge.
Grimm, Director of the Polish Department of Magical Law Enforcement, walked back and forth with an anxious and frightened face.
"No one can trap Grindelwald, he is a ghost, and any place will become his cradle."
Grimm is in his seventies, and his youth coincided with the peak of Grindelwald's power.
The old man knew how terrible that man was.
What did the Magical Congress of America do back then?
Their imprisonment of Grindelwald increased America's reputation in the international wizarding community, but he was later escaped.
Fearing a recurrence of tragedy, Grim tried to persuade the Polish Minister of Magic, saying: "We need to think carefully, Minister."
"That's not a gift, it's a nightmare."
"Grim, are you afraid?" the Polish Minister of Magic chuckled.
"There is no cage that can imprison Grindelwald." Grim said solemnly, "We simply don't have that ability."
"It sounds like you admire him very much?" The Polish Minister of Magic stood up from his seat, came to Grimm and stretched out his hand to straighten his tie, and asked in a low voice, "You are being cowardly, you are now very much like one of his followers. ."
"I used to admire him," Grimm said without denying it, "but Dumbledore made me understand that that was wrong. The revolution carried out by Grindelwald was full of selfishness and danger."
The Polish Minister of Magic paused his hand and put down his tie with a smile.
"You are afraid of him, I can understand you," the Polish Minister of Magic walked to the moving windmill in the office and stopped. He stared at the windmill with the gentle breeze. "But we cannot put aside the responsibilities we should bear because of fear. Push it out.”
"He is not your capital for promotion!" Grim pulled off his tie and threw it aside irritably. "That man, he will subvert everything about us. I know you want to use him to increase your electoral support."
"Listen, Inge."
Inge is the name of the Polish Minister of Magic. Grimm called him by his first name and roared angrily: "You will drag Poland into the abyss!"
The Polish Minister of Magic looked at him deeply and said: "We are already in the abyss!"
"Corruption and corruption, the people are poor," he met Grimm's angry expression, "tax evasion and tax evasion, the Ministry of Magic can no longer afford to pay salaries."
"Tell me, Grimm, your integrity has earned you a living at the Ministry of Magic?"
"No, that's because the legacy your bloodline brings to you allows you to be justified."
"Every official who enters the Ministry of Magic does not think about how to save this society, but rather digs out a rotten piece of bad meat from the broken society and greedily puts it into their stomachs to make themselves full."
Every time the Polish Minister of Magic took a step forward, Grim took a step back.
Grim's expression changed from angry at the beginning to shock and silence.
"Tell me, are we not in the abyss like this?"
There was no way to retreat. Grim looked at his unfamiliar colleague and asked in a trembling voice: "What are you going to do?"
"I want to change." The Polish Minister of Magic said word by word, "Start by killing Grindelwald."
"Kill Grindelwald?" Grimm said in horror, "No, you can't."
"Why?"
The Polish Minister of Magic pointed at the door angrily, "Look, what did he do?"
"Is it because he is Grindelwald that he can be exempted from the death penalty?"
"The International Confederation of Wizards will not agree."
The ministers of magic from various countries all wanted to get a share of this massive arrest.
Those political achievements, so much credit.
"But my people, they will agree!"
The Polish Minister of Magic looked deeply at Grim, "I don't want to wait until a mistake like the one before happened to make up for it."
"But Dumbledore..." Grimm said with difficulty.
Grindelwald was once as close to Dumbledore as a brother. Even if he failed, he was still the person Dumbledore missed the most.
"I will do it myself."
The Polish Minister of Magic paused and continued: "Kill him in front of everyone."
Grim looked at the other party's back complicatedly.
At this moment, the image of the Polish Minister of Magic in his eyes has become a lone warrior fighting for the magical society.
Originally, I looked down upon the Minister of Magic. Although the other party captured Grindelwald, it also brought greater trouble to the Ministry of Magic.
But those words made Grimm go to the gathering place for wizards after leaving the Ministry of Magic.
It's far less prosperous than Diagon Alley in England, and it's not as spacious and romantic as France's Hideaway.
Some are just the remnants of the war that shocked the Muggle world half a century ago.
Countless buildings collapsed, and the battle not only destroyed Muggles, but also implicated the wizarding world.
It was also from that time that Grimm's worship of wizards dominating Muggles collapsed.
Under the current power of Muggles, the wizarding world can only survive.
