Chapter 267 Vincent's Patron Saint
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Unsurprisingly, the reason why Randolph invited Newt and Tina, apart from asking if there were more details, was to hope that the matter would not escalate into a diplomatic conflict.
If the person is missing in America, Fudge will definitely make trouble to the International Federation of Wizards.
Overtly and covertly, they will also forcefully trample on the Magic Congress.
"Chairman Randolph, the first day of school will be half a month away."
"We'll do our best."
Both Newt and Tina hurried away.
They knew that Vincent would definitely come back, but they had to show appropriate anxiety.
Tina is fine, Newt almost gave up just now.
……
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Manhattan airport.
The camouflaged SAS special team members had just walked out of the hall when Eric spotted them.
Captain Branson was an acquaintance before he retired.
After a brief introduction, ten of them drove to the outskirts of the airport.
Tracking is an esoteric science, and anti-stalking is even more esoteric than that.
Eric didn't speak, just spread out a hand-drawn Deathly Hallows symbol.
Branson nodded slightly, and led the team members into the car when they arrived.
He adjusted the angle of the rearview mirror and found a distant reflective spot.
"Captain, do you think it will be the seal group?"
"Impossible, at most it's from the CIA or the FBI."
"It's boring."
Branson started the car, "Do you know who that was just now?"
"Yes, the father of the missing child."
"His name is Eric Wayne."
The three team members sitting in the car looked particularly surprised.
"The former red team captain of the 22nd regiment?"
"That's right." Branson stepped on the gas pedal, "Being able to take people away under his nose, this mission is not an easy one."
"It's not a cult, is it?"
He made a little joke, "Maybe it was done by aliens, and it's triangles, circles and strips."
In the urban legends spread by Muggles all over the world, the spaceships driven by aliens basically have these three shapes.
Although there is a very high possibility, the three players obviously do not believe this.
Because those witnesses who claim to have evidence in their hands often come up with some extremely absurd evidence.
Only some Muggles who know the truth know that the so-called aliens are actually wizards who have been accidentally exposed.
……
……
Vincent, who was searched by a large number of people from the Magic Council, blasted through a stone wall right under Grindelwald's nose.
This is not a failed spell, but a black magic improved from the blasting spell.
All it takes is a little anger, and even a young wizard who has just entered school can blast through the thick stone walls of Nurmengard.
"how do you feel?"
"I think I've learned it."
Grindelwald nodded slightly.
Born a master of Occlumency, sure enough, he is not affected by the use of black magic.
"You should know Queenie, right?"
"I know, even she can't read my thoughts."
Vincent suddenly became vigilant, "You didn't use Legilimency, did you?"
"I've been using it all the time." Grindelwald's voice sounded in his mind.
Same as the sorting hat, it can only be passed but not read.
"Hehe." Vincent, who laughed awkwardly, set his eyes on the restored wall.
I didn't see any movement, how did I cast the spell without a stick?
He vaguely guessed the answer to this question.
Similar to Hogwarts Castle, there is a high probability that Nurmengard Castle was also built by magic.
All of its control has always been in the hands of Grindelwald.
And because it is a magical building, the Austrian Ministry of Magic can only detect black magic at the entrance.
"Next, the Patronus Charm."
The golden translucent phoenix appeared again, hovering in front of Grindelwald.
"Although you are immune to the infestation of dementors, it is better to learn it first."
Vincent shook the wand in his hand lightly, "Will this be confiscated before entering Azkaban?"
"Advanced wandless casting skills can ignore actions and spells." Grindelwald controlled his patron saint to pass through the wall continuously.
"Of course, every time a necessary condition is reduced, the effect of magic will be greatly reduced."
Every time the golden phoenix came back, it would be a little darker than before.
Vincent couldn't imagine how strong the full Patronus he'd unleashed with his wand.
"The mantra is 'Call God's Guard', there are no special gestures, just a part of your positive emotions."
Under Grindelwald's gaze, for the first time, he only summoned a bright light attached to the tip of the staff.
The light summoned for the second time was slightly larger.
"Think of the memories that were truly happy."
Vincent has many such memories.
In the previous life, in this life.
"Call God Guardian—"
A large cloud of pale blue light appeared on the tip of the alder wand.
"Go on, it's coming out."
A lot of happy and precious memories were added, and the color of the light cluster began to gradually become lighter.
It was like an eggshell, with tiny cracks constantly appearing.
After injecting almost all positive emotions, various colorful light beams emerge from it.
Vincent and Grindelwald, the first to see a tiny paw breaking the covering shell.
Meaty, with curly light blond hair at the elbow joints.
"Golden Retriever!?"
After being in a daze for less than half a second, the other little paw came out.
It looked like a lot of work, and it took a long time to crack the front.
Big round eyes, curly light golden mane.
Not only Vincent was dumbfounded, but Grindelwald was also stunned.
According to the oriental myths and legends of "the dragon gave birth to nine sons", this dull-looking patron saint fits the image of the fifth son "狻猊" very well.
It often sits still and is especially fond of fireworks.
Perhaps because of this, those light blonde hairs are curly.
"Interesting." Grindelwald looked around it several times, "I think it's more like a lion cub who has been to a Muggle barbershop."
The dazed patron saint instantly became fierce.
It opened its mouth and passed through his head.
The milk is fierce, and Vincent is terrified.
Looking at it, he remembered another image of Suan Ni.
The stone lion of the town house to ward off evil spirits! ! !
All the animal images manifested by the patron saint spell are all real in this world.
Most wizards are ordinary animals, and a few special ones are magical creatures.
The positive emotions of two lifetimes summoned an overheated stone lion...
"It doesn't seem to like me very much." Grindelwald stood where he was, letting the patron saint of suanni walk around.
Vincent knew what this sentence implied.
He squinted his eyes and pretended to be stupid: "No matter how small and cute, that is also my patron saint."
"It still needs to grow." Grindelwald called back the patron saint of the phoenix, which was about to disappear.
Without comparison, there is no harm.
The little 狻猊 parked opposite, only slightly bigger than its head.
To use a somewhat mysterious term, it is in a completely different dimension.
Throughout the day, Vincent's patron saint did not change at all.
It always sits in a daze in the air, and occasionally makes faces to Grindelwald.
……
……
If the person is missing in America, Fudge will definitely make trouble to the International Federation of Wizards.
Overtly and covertly, they will also forcefully trample on the Magic Congress.
"Chairman Randolph, the first day of school will be half a month away."
"We'll do our best."
Both Newt and Tina hurried away.
They knew that Vincent would definitely come back, but they had to show appropriate anxiety.
Tina is fine, Newt almost gave up just now.
……
……
Manhattan airport.
The camouflaged SAS special team members had just walked out of the hall when Eric spotted them.
Captain Branson was an acquaintance before he retired.
After a brief introduction, ten of them drove to the outskirts of the airport.
Tracking is an esoteric science, and anti-stalking is even more esoteric than that.
Eric didn't speak, just spread out a hand-drawn Deathly Hallows symbol.
Branson nodded slightly, and led the team members into the car when they arrived.
He adjusted the angle of the rearview mirror and found a distant reflective spot.
"Captain, do you think it will be the seal group?"
"Impossible, at most it's from the CIA or the FBI."
"It's boring."
Branson started the car, "Do you know who that was just now?"
"Yes, the father of the missing child."
"His name is Eric Wayne."
The three team members sitting in the car looked particularly surprised.
"The former red team captain of the 22nd regiment?"
"That's right." Branson stepped on the gas pedal, "Being able to take people away under his nose, this mission is not an easy one."
"It's not a cult, is it?"
He made a little joke, "Maybe it was done by aliens, and it's triangles, circles and strips."
In the urban legends spread by Muggles all over the world, the spaceships driven by aliens basically have these three shapes.
Although there is a very high possibility, the three players obviously do not believe this.
Because those witnesses who claim to have evidence in their hands often come up with some extremely absurd evidence.
Only some Muggles who know the truth know that the so-called aliens are actually wizards who have been accidentally exposed.
……
……
Vincent, who was searched by a large number of people from the Magic Council, blasted through a stone wall right under Grindelwald's nose.
This is not a failed spell, but a black magic improved from the blasting spell.
All it takes is a little anger, and even a young wizard who has just entered school can blast through the thick stone walls of Nurmengard.
"how do you feel?"
"I think I've learned it."
Grindelwald nodded slightly.
Born a master of Occlumency, sure enough, he is not affected by the use of black magic.
"You should know Queenie, right?"
"I know, even she can't read my thoughts."
Vincent suddenly became vigilant, "You didn't use Legilimency, did you?"
"I've been using it all the time." Grindelwald's voice sounded in his mind.
Same as the sorting hat, it can only be passed but not read.
"Hehe." Vincent, who laughed awkwardly, set his eyes on the restored wall.
I didn't see any movement, how did I cast the spell without a stick?
He vaguely guessed the answer to this question.
Similar to Hogwarts Castle, there is a high probability that Nurmengard Castle was also built by magic.
All of its control has always been in the hands of Grindelwald.
And because it is a magical building, the Austrian Ministry of Magic can only detect black magic at the entrance.
"Next, the Patronus Charm."
The golden translucent phoenix appeared again, hovering in front of Grindelwald.
"Although you are immune to the infestation of dementors, it is better to learn it first."
Vincent shook the wand in his hand lightly, "Will this be confiscated before entering Azkaban?"
"Advanced wandless casting skills can ignore actions and spells." Grindelwald controlled his patron saint to pass through the wall continuously.
"Of course, every time a necessary condition is reduced, the effect of magic will be greatly reduced."
Every time the golden phoenix came back, it would be a little darker than before.
Vincent couldn't imagine how strong the full Patronus he'd unleashed with his wand.
"The mantra is 'Call God's Guard', there are no special gestures, just a part of your positive emotions."
Under Grindelwald's gaze, for the first time, he only summoned a bright light attached to the tip of the staff.
The light summoned for the second time was slightly larger.
"Think of the memories that were truly happy."
Vincent has many such memories.
In the previous life, in this life.
"Call God Guardian—"
A large cloud of pale blue light appeared on the tip of the alder wand.
"Go on, it's coming out."
A lot of happy and precious memories were added, and the color of the light cluster began to gradually become lighter.
It was like an eggshell, with tiny cracks constantly appearing.
After injecting almost all positive emotions, various colorful light beams emerge from it.
Vincent and Grindelwald, the first to see a tiny paw breaking the covering shell.
Meaty, with curly light blond hair at the elbow joints.
"Golden Retriever!?"
After being in a daze for less than half a second, the other little paw came out.
It looked like a lot of work, and it took a long time to crack the front.
Big round eyes, curly light golden mane.
Not only Vincent was dumbfounded, but Grindelwald was also stunned.
According to the oriental myths and legends of "the dragon gave birth to nine sons", this dull-looking patron saint fits the image of the fifth son "狻猊" very well.
It often sits still and is especially fond of fireworks.
Perhaps because of this, those light blonde hairs are curly.
"Interesting." Grindelwald looked around it several times, "I think it's more like a lion cub who has been to a Muggle barbershop."
The dazed patron saint instantly became fierce.
It opened its mouth and passed through his head.
The milk is fierce, and Vincent is terrified.
Looking at it, he remembered another image of Suan Ni.
The stone lion of the town house to ward off evil spirits! ! !
All the animal images manifested by the patron saint spell are all real in this world.
Most wizards are ordinary animals, and a few special ones are magical creatures.
The positive emotions of two lifetimes summoned an overheated stone lion...
"It doesn't seem to like me very much." Grindelwald stood where he was, letting the patron saint of suanni walk around.
Vincent knew what this sentence implied.
He squinted his eyes and pretended to be stupid: "No matter how small and cute, that is also my patron saint."
"It still needs to grow." Grindelwald called back the patron saint of the phoenix, which was about to disappear.
Without comparison, there is no harm.
The little 狻猊 parked opposite, only slightly bigger than its head.
To use a somewhat mysterious term, it is in a completely different dimension.
Throughout the day, Vincent's patron saint did not change at all.
It always sits in a daze in the air, and occasionally makes faces to Grindelwald.
……
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