Chapter 273 Vincent "found"
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Qing Mo Da Xian
After lighting up the spacious underground space, Bradley saw the Deathly Hallows logo on the entrance door at a glance.
He waved his wand and cast the Restoration Charm, restoring all the original footprints.
The dusty doorknob obviously needs a lot of cleaning.
"He must have been here!"
If it is Victor, then Vincent can be found along the trail.
This half-month effort was not in vain. Evil cannot defeat justice after all.
Bradley swung his wand and opened the door in front of him.
The air inside is not turbid, and the dust is not too large.
"Search separately, paying attention to those important traces."
Among the Aurors, Sam is the most active one.
It has nothing to do with whether to get out or not, but he realized not long ago that it was his own negligence that caused Vincent to be forcibly taken away by Victor.
If he had realized something was wrong while on the yacht, and had asked the other students in detail, the report he handed in would never have been perfunctory.
The Wayne family is under layers of protection, even Grindelwald will not feel relaxed.
As Sam walked into the other passage, he felt a very distinct smell of dark magic.
This sense of uniqueness belongs to vampires.
He bent down and ran quietly outside the room with the strongest smell.
Before opening the door, his wand was ready for a silent spell.
"Click-"
The instant the door opened, a powerful stun spell illuminated the room.
After a clang, Sam glanced cautiously sideways.
no voodoo party,
And no vampires,
Not even Victor.
Inside, there was only one person with his head down, slumped against the wall and sitting on the ground.
Sam's facial muscles twitched wildly.
This handsome guy who lost consciousness was very similar to Vincent who had been missing for half a month.
The powerful stun spell just now...
He stepped forward with a face full of horror, trembling and reaching out his hand.
Breathing is weak, and heartbeat.
"You bastard!" Panting, Bradley raised his hand and slapped him on the head.
"Director, I should have missed—don't hit, don't hit, I really didn't do it—"
Sam ran out of the room holding his head.
He was [-]% sure that Vincent had already collapsed before his spell was cast.
It must have been done by the voodoo party!
Of course Bradley in the room knew that the Powerful Stunning Spell had missed.
"It's actually black magic!"
Vincent, who had his eyes closed tightly, was very weak, and he looked as if he was going to see Mr. Merlin at any moment.
"Director Graves, we've got to get him to Antisborough immediately."
Bradley shook his head at the Aurors who had just rushed up behind him.
"No, the Woolworth Building is the safest."
Vincent opened his eyes and saw the pure white ceiling.
He smelled all kinds of potions and knew that he should have been brought back.
"Honey, you're finally awake!" Evelyn's face appeared in front of her eyes.
Her eye circles were red, she should have just finished crying.
"Mom, I'm fine." Vincent sat up reluctantly, "One or two more days of sleep, and I can get back to my original state!"
"You're lucky this time." Eric didn't sulk anymore, "It will take another day or two for your organs to fail and you will enter a state of shock."
Grindelwald's Killing Curse was just controlled to the extent that the soul could leave the body. Although the time was not too long, it still caused some damage to the body.
It's a pity that it can only be used once, and if it is used again, it will really be taken away by the will of the universe.
The soul is completely gone, leaving only the living body of the body.
"Gugu—" Gugu by the bed flapped its little wings.
It seems to want to pounce.
Vincent immediately showed proper panic.
Those three memories are still in the box and cannot be returned in a short time.
While his parents, Lynn, were comforting him, the door of the room was opened from the outside.
"Mr. Graves, my son needs to rest now." Eric's face was very bad.
Although he managed to find someone in the end, this cannot offset the grievances from the previous period.
"Mr. Wayne, I won't delay too long." Bradley's attitude was very sincere.
Eric was about to refuse, but Evelyn grabbed his arm.
Their perception of the Magic Congress is not good, but it is not to the extent of disgust.
Vincent on the hospital bed was straightforward, "Mr. Graves, what do you want to know?"
Bradley looked at the Waynes and Goo-goo.
"I know you are very scared right now, but any news from Umozi is very important to us."
Victor was still wondering where to send it, until the monitoring magic detected the mana breath of an Auror.
The voodoo party has many abandoned bases in North America.
This one happened to be discovered, and it became the best choice.
"I was in a coma almost the whole time." Vincent paused, pretending to be remembering.
"The vampire who took me has many subordinates, and they are all in a hurry, as if they are going somewhere."
Bradley frowned, "Do you know why they took you away?"
Vincent shook his head, "I remember before I passed out, someone seemed to report something to that vampire."
He tried to remember the details, "Sorry, I just lost consciousness after this."
Although Bradley had some regrets, he didn't struggle any further.
"Rest at ease, they dare not come here."
"I will, Mr. Graves."
From Vincent's words, we can draw the assumption that the Uzumni Party will leave.
It is normal to have this idea of being taken away from the base one after another.
Bradley walked out of the room, ordered the Auror gate guarding the corridor to pay more attention, and then entered the elevator to go to the 55th floor.
He knocked on the door and was allowed to enter the chairman's office.
Sitting opposite Randolph was Dumbledore who had just come over.
"Mr. Chairman, Your Excellency Dumbledore." He stood quietly in the corner.
Randolph nodded slightly, "Even you don't know how many bases there are. I think our search operation has to continue."
Dumbledore squeezed out a rather forced smile, "Rodrigues, please forgive me."
"That's what we should do." Randolph cast his eyes on Bradley, "How is he doing?"
"I have woken up, and there is no sign of sequelae for the time being."
Dumbledore turned his face, "Is he in a good state of mind?"
Bradley nodded slightly, "Although I'm a little scared, I believe he will be fine."
"May Merlin bless the poor boy." Dumbledore turned his gaze back to Randolph.
"Rodriguez, I think it's time for me to leave."
"Please feel free, Lord Dumbledore."
When he walked out of the office, all the worry on his face disappeared.
With such an expression, it seems quite happy?
……
……
He waved his wand and cast the Restoration Charm, restoring all the original footprints.
The dusty doorknob obviously needs a lot of cleaning.
"He must have been here!"
If it is Victor, then Vincent can be found along the trail.
This half-month effort was not in vain. Evil cannot defeat justice after all.
Bradley swung his wand and opened the door in front of him.
The air inside is not turbid, and the dust is not too large.
"Search separately, paying attention to those important traces."
Among the Aurors, Sam is the most active one.
It has nothing to do with whether to get out or not, but he realized not long ago that it was his own negligence that caused Vincent to be forcibly taken away by Victor.
If he had realized something was wrong while on the yacht, and had asked the other students in detail, the report he handed in would never have been perfunctory.
The Wayne family is under layers of protection, even Grindelwald will not feel relaxed.
As Sam walked into the other passage, he felt a very distinct smell of dark magic.
This sense of uniqueness belongs to vampires.
He bent down and ran quietly outside the room with the strongest smell.
Before opening the door, his wand was ready for a silent spell.
"Click-"
The instant the door opened, a powerful stun spell illuminated the room.
After a clang, Sam glanced cautiously sideways.
no voodoo party,
And no vampires,
Not even Victor.
Inside, there was only one person with his head down, slumped against the wall and sitting on the ground.
Sam's facial muscles twitched wildly.
This handsome guy who lost consciousness was very similar to Vincent who had been missing for half a month.
The powerful stun spell just now...
He stepped forward with a face full of horror, trembling and reaching out his hand.
Breathing is weak, and heartbeat.
"You bastard!" Panting, Bradley raised his hand and slapped him on the head.
"Director, I should have missed—don't hit, don't hit, I really didn't do it—"
Sam ran out of the room holding his head.
He was [-]% sure that Vincent had already collapsed before his spell was cast.
It must have been done by the voodoo party!
Of course Bradley in the room knew that the Powerful Stunning Spell had missed.
"It's actually black magic!"
Vincent, who had his eyes closed tightly, was very weak, and he looked as if he was going to see Mr. Merlin at any moment.
"Director Graves, we've got to get him to Antisborough immediately."
Bradley shook his head at the Aurors who had just rushed up behind him.
"No, the Woolworth Building is the safest."
Vincent opened his eyes and saw the pure white ceiling.
He smelled all kinds of potions and knew that he should have been brought back.
"Honey, you're finally awake!" Evelyn's face appeared in front of her eyes.
Her eye circles were red, she should have just finished crying.
"Mom, I'm fine." Vincent sat up reluctantly, "One or two more days of sleep, and I can get back to my original state!"
"You're lucky this time." Eric didn't sulk anymore, "It will take another day or two for your organs to fail and you will enter a state of shock."
Grindelwald's Killing Curse was just controlled to the extent that the soul could leave the body. Although the time was not too long, it still caused some damage to the body.
It's a pity that it can only be used once, and if it is used again, it will really be taken away by the will of the universe.
The soul is completely gone, leaving only the living body of the body.
"Gugu—" Gugu by the bed flapped its little wings.
It seems to want to pounce.
Vincent immediately showed proper panic.
Those three memories are still in the box and cannot be returned in a short time.
While his parents, Lynn, were comforting him, the door of the room was opened from the outside.
"Mr. Graves, my son needs to rest now." Eric's face was very bad.
Although he managed to find someone in the end, this cannot offset the grievances from the previous period.
"Mr. Wayne, I won't delay too long." Bradley's attitude was very sincere.
Eric was about to refuse, but Evelyn grabbed his arm.
Their perception of the Magic Congress is not good, but it is not to the extent of disgust.
Vincent on the hospital bed was straightforward, "Mr. Graves, what do you want to know?"
Bradley looked at the Waynes and Goo-goo.
"I know you are very scared right now, but any news from Umozi is very important to us."
Victor was still wondering where to send it, until the monitoring magic detected the mana breath of an Auror.
The voodoo party has many abandoned bases in North America.
This one happened to be discovered, and it became the best choice.
"I was in a coma almost the whole time." Vincent paused, pretending to be remembering.
"The vampire who took me has many subordinates, and they are all in a hurry, as if they are going somewhere."
Bradley frowned, "Do you know why they took you away?"
Vincent shook his head, "I remember before I passed out, someone seemed to report something to that vampire."
He tried to remember the details, "Sorry, I just lost consciousness after this."
Although Bradley had some regrets, he didn't struggle any further.
"Rest at ease, they dare not come here."
"I will, Mr. Graves."
From Vincent's words, we can draw the assumption that the Uzumni Party will leave.
It is normal to have this idea of being taken away from the base one after another.
Bradley walked out of the room, ordered the Auror gate guarding the corridor to pay more attention, and then entered the elevator to go to the 55th floor.
He knocked on the door and was allowed to enter the chairman's office.
Sitting opposite Randolph was Dumbledore who had just come over.
"Mr. Chairman, Your Excellency Dumbledore." He stood quietly in the corner.
Randolph nodded slightly, "Even you don't know how many bases there are. I think our search operation has to continue."
Dumbledore squeezed out a rather forced smile, "Rodrigues, please forgive me."
"That's what we should do." Randolph cast his eyes on Bradley, "How is he doing?"
"I have woken up, and there is no sign of sequelae for the time being."
Dumbledore turned his face, "Is he in a good state of mind?"
Bradley nodded slightly, "Although I'm a little scared, I believe he will be fine."
"May Merlin bless the poor boy." Dumbledore turned his gaze back to Randolph.
"Rodriguez, I think it's time for me to leave."
"Please feel free, Lord Dumbledore."
When he walked out of the office, all the worry on his face disappeared.
With such an expression, it seems quite happy?
……
……
