Chapter 1052: The Lying Expert Laobi Deng

At the bottom of the calm lake, Dumbledore looked at Mercus meaningfully.

Mercus suddenly laughed, and his laugh was particularly happy.

Dumbledore also laughed, and laughed like a child.

"Professor, you acted well." Mercus didn't say anything else in ancient mermaid language, but his voice sounded familiar.

It gave a thumbs up and said, "You are awesome, Professor, for taking on the role so smoothly!"

Dumbledore put away the smile on his face and looked at it speechlessly, "Really? You almost gave me a heart attack just now."

Mercus waved his hand modestly, "You have to act your part. Otherwise, how can they believe you?"

Dumbledore smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Let's not talk about this, kid, are you going to keep pretending to be Mercury?"

Mercus reached out to grab the obsidian spear stuck in the mud, and pulled out a familiar alder wand from the sapphire tip that emitted a soft glow.

When the tip of the staff lightly touched its forehead, the scales on its body miraculously began to shrink.

Its fish tail was torn in half from the middle and turned into human legs.

The messy dark green hair kept getting shorter and the color kept getting lighter.

Its rough face showed more human features, and its deep and bright blue eyes were particularly eye-catching.

The shrinking scales on the body eventually turned into Hogwarts school robes, and the color of the hair was fixed at gray-gold.

The face is moving, and the bones and muscles are breaking and growing.

Not just parts but the whole body, this is a highly skilled human body deformation.

The whole transformation process was so fast that before Dumbledore could even exclaim, Mercus in front of him had turned back into Vincent.

"Professor, you didn't tell me that the mermaid leader was a woman."

Vincent pulled out an obsidian spear from the side and said, "If you had told me earlier, I wouldn't have become like her."

Dumbledore's lips were pressed tightly together, obviously trying hard to suppress a smile.

"professor?"

"Ahem..." He said with a slightly serious tone: "Is Mercus okay?"

Vincent raised his spear and pointed at the mermaid village behind him. "It's okay, but this is the first time I forcibly lifted the control of the Imperius Curse. I hope it won't cause any sequelae to her."

Dumbledore waved the Elder Wand, causing the platform formed by the lake to extend to his side. "Did you find anything?"

The two were taken to the mermaid village.

Vincent lost his playful smile and looked serious and calm. “If there was, I would have gone up and caught him.”

If it was really that easy to find clues, the Death Eaters wouldn't have to go to such great lengths to replace people.

He went to great lengths to sneak into the gymnasium and even attacked the camp to cause panic. The person who was replaced definitely had a high status in the Ministry of Magic and was at least not a small follower who followed orders.

Dumbledore stared at the mermaid village that was getting closer and closer. "Let's put this matter aside for now. The situation at the Ministry of Magic is complicated and it's not something we can interfere with."

Vincent knew the situation in the Ministry of Magic, and his understanding of Fudge was not thorough but deep.

What good decisions can be made with a mind full of power and intrigue? It would be better to conduct an investigation in secret.

He sighed quietly, "Professor, this time is not like the time of August Rookwood. There are at least three Death Eaters. We only know that one of them is Peter Pettigrew, and we know nothing about the other two."

Dumbledore was silent.

If Rookwood had not been exposed by Karkaroff, he would probably still be lurking in the Ministry of Magic.

Visible enemies are not scary, and the most deadly attack often comes from a backstab from behind.

Fortunately, Rookwood died in Azkaban, otherwise, with his rich experience and familiarity with the Ministry of Magic, he would have been able to train a group of spies with strong professional capabilities.

"Spy..." Vincent's expression seemed frozen.

He remembered something, something he was about to forget.

During the Quidditch World Cup last summer, many of the live broadcast equipment provided by Wayne Enterprises malfunctioned.

There are no artifacts, and the circumstances that cause the failure are still the same.

At that time, he guessed that there was a mole in the Ministry of Magic, and that it was a senior official who had access to the maintenance manual.

But I didn't expect that after the plan was set up, I failed to lure out the traitor. Instead, I happened to encounter the Death Eaters invading the gymnasium and kidnapping people.

After that, the equipment worked normally and no malfunctions occurred again.

The traitor never showed up again, and Vincent gradually forgot about the matter.

Looking back now, the Ministry's traitor seemed to have something in common with the man the Death Eaters had replaced.

They are all high-ranking officials and have access to core secrets.

In addition, the fact that the traitor did not continue to cause trouble after the camp attack made it hard not to be suspicious.

Vincent in front of the mermaid village turned to look at Dumbledore who was looking at him patiently, "Professor, I have a suspect."

Dumbledore did not react much after hearing his analysis, even when he heard that there had been a traitor in the Ministry of Magic earlier, as if he had already known it in advance.

Not many people knew about this, and Vincent trusted Hermione and his employees, so it could only have been Tonks who leaked it.

"Professor, your intelligence work in the Order of the Phoenix is ​​very thorough."

Dumbledore smiled and focused his eyes on the fallen mermen.

They were both cast into a stun spell, and at the same time.

He narrowed his eyes at Vincent, who looked unhappy, and said, "Gellert really taught you everything."

Not only is there a mirror curse that can deceive Moody's magic eyes, but there is also a spellcasting technique called chain casting that has been lost for hundreds of years.

Vincent was very familiar with Dumbledore's little eyes. Some time ago, whenever Hermione saw a girl talking to him, she would give him the same little look.

Being stared at like this by the most powerful wizard in the world would make even a social phobic feel tremendous pressure.

“Ahem—” Vincent straightened his back a little, “Professor, if you want to learn, you can go to Nurmengard to find him.”

Dumbledore's hand, which was holding the Elder Wand, trembled slightly.

His expression quickly returned to calm, "Now is not the time, let's talk about it after everything is over."

Vincent blinked his big eyes, feeling relieved that he had survived a disaster. "Merkus should not have woken up yet, Professor. Come with me."

He led Dumbledore to the mermaid statue, where Merkus lay on his back in the mud at the bottom of the lake, with its guards lying on either side of it.

The condition seems to be okay, but I don’t know if there will be any sequelae.

Dumbledore leaned over it, the Elder Wand in his hand emitting a faint green light.

Vincent played with the obsidian spear in his hand. "Professor, is this really the treasure passed down from generation to generation by the mermaid leader? Why don't I see anything special about it?"

Dumbledore's face was filled with a childlike innocent smile. "There's nothing special about it, because it's just an ordinary spear."

"Ah?" Vincent loosened his grip, and the spear slowly fell onto the mud at the bottom of the lake. "Professor, you lied so big."

Dumbledore imitated him and put on an innocent face. "As far as I know, there are only seven wizards in the world who have a deep understanding of mermen and know their language."

"Okay." Vincent picked up the spear and put it back in Mercus's hand.

Old Deng would lie without blinking, he would just lie as soon as he opened his mouth. He was definitely an expert in lying when he was young.

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