Chapter 546 Hello, Malfoy
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
"Let me see, where is he experimenting?"
The island was originally the territory of Extis, but it was discovered after his death that it officially became the prison of Azkaban.
The Ministry of Magic must have carefully inspected this dangerous and cursed place, and if anything was found, it should have been taken away or destroyed by the Ministry of Magic.
As it seemed, there wasn't anything left for Exetes.
but.
John stared at the water lapping in the cave.
"I remember seeing water."
Thoughts flashed through his mind, John walked towards the sea.
If there is really a place that the Ministry of Magic cannot inspect, then this is the only possibility under the sea.
Changing out of the dragon's lungs, John swam hundreds of meters in one breath.
Finally, with half the air in his lungs gone, John saw a sunken ship.
Strangely, there are no sails or rudders on board.
It's more like a sealed jar than a boat.
Patting an approaching fish away, John finds the entrance.
It was a broken door, filled with sea water.
Some bones and various silverware sank inside.
Shackles and hooks rusted by seawater.
It turns out that there are all kinds of magic here, but because of the long time, the magic is invalid.
Those fish and parasites make their homes wantonly in it.
John searched for a while and found a cupboard.
Various parchments filled with records are sealed inside.
But the sea water does a lot of damage to these things, and some are even washed away.
John pulled out his wand a little, letting the cupboard swim out with him.
Waiting until it surfaced, John checked the contents of the cupboard.
"Experimental notebook." He stared at the parchment.
With a cupboard full of records, how many people did Extis harm?
Dry the parchment with magic.
Thankfully, parchment is more durable than normal paper.
The handwriting on it also uses special ink.
"Every dark wizard is a mad scientist."
There are records of horrific experiments, but also the crystallization of Extis' wisdom.
"I met the succubus once." John stared at the contents of one of the parchments and murmured softly.
"Dream devil?"
John came face to face with Extis for the first time, when he took on the form of Ambrosius.
"He has seen Ambrosius? No, it should be Merlin."
In the entire magical world, the only person who can be called a god is Merlin.
The legendary Merlin is the son of the succubus.
It is an existence that can enter other people's dreams, and Merlin is the son of the succubus.
There are also legends that Merlin is the child of elves and nightmares.
If there are really immortal wizards, then there can only be one person.
Merlin.
"The Ambrosius I know stayed in the dragon field for a thousand years, and finally exhausted his soul," he muttered to himself, "then who did he meet?"
What John met was his senior, and he told himself that Merlin was not alone.
"And the world of the witcher." John pondered, "Who was that Merlin back then?"
Either Dumbledore or Grindelwald.
They were all far less mysterious than Merlin.
The magic god of the wizarding world.
John pulled his thoughts back and snapped his fingers.
The parchments in the cupboard are neatly arranged and scattered to occupy the entire space of the cave.
John waved his wand again, and the parchments quickly gathered in front of John.
Thousands of sheets of parchment were stacked in front of them, shrinking in size and finally turning into a book.
John looked at the blank book cover, thought for a while and said, "Let's call it "Extis, Crazy Words by Mad Men."
...
The title of the book appears on the cover.
The cupboard exploded and the debris sank to the bottom of the ocean.
Picking up the copy of Extis, Madman's Words, I put it in the small bag.
John's delay was not short.
"Maybe Diagon Alley will get me to Paris faster."
With wings growing out of his back, John didn't want to fly for a few more days.
He flew to London.
...
London.
There are far more rainy days than sunny days in this place.
There is still unmelted snow on the streets.
John Apparates back here.
He appears in Diagon Alley, next to a Wizarding World Post Office.
John glanced, then stopped in his tracks.
He stared at the flying owl, and suddenly an idea popped into his mind.
"I can't set an anchor in the past, so let the future set it."
Once an idea emerges, it begins to grow like crazy.
John said to himself, "I'll try again after finishing the Credence business."
The current conditions are not sufficient, 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 can it be confirmed that it is Malfoy?
That iconic platinum hair and that haughty expression, and he likes to dress in black.
All kinds of evidence are enough for John to confirm that it is a member of the Malfoy family.
After all, Malfoy's genes are strong, and several generations are almost carved out of the same look.
I just don't know which elder of Draco that Malfoy is.
And beside that Malfoy, a man in his 20s with black hair was talking to him.
Pale face and dark golden eyes.
The man whispered to Malfoy.
"You should continue to exert influence."
"I've taken a big risk in doing so," Malfoy said.
The man chuckled and said meaningfully: "Why do I feel that you seem to be 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 it sounded like a warning.
Malfoy snorted coldly.
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 pure blood families like Malfoy want is for pure blood to be supreme.
Their philosophies are different, and Grindelwald also killed pure blood.
"Grindelwald can't give the pure blood the right status, you will be spurned by the pure blood, Edgar." Malfoy also gave his own advice, to his friend with a relationship.
"Grindelwald, it's the light I'm looking for," the man pressed down on the brim of his hat, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "I'm willing to die for him."
How can a person who has never been afraid of death be afraid of the spurning of pure blood?
...
Paris.
I don't know when it started, it seems to be equated with romance here.
Those who come on vacation are looking forward to encountering a romantic love.
John also met, but it was not romantic love, but was forced to leave.
After picking up the clothes he ordered at the clothing store, John nodded with satisfaction looking at the three stars on the collar.
"take care."
The owner came to see John out in person with a smile on his face.
This customer is generous, and his requirements are well-organized, not as vague and abstract as others, and he is the favorite customer of the tailor shop.
John nodded slightly and left.
Walking to a corner where no one was watching, he stuffed the neatly packed clothes box into the small bag.
Going to the hideout, he looks for the circus that came.
"The circus? They've left," the beautiful lady proprietress of a florist told John.
John was lost in thought, uncertain: "You mean, that circus troupe went on tour?"
"Yeah, they're gone, they're going to be touring Europe for a few months."
Perhaps because of John's good looks, the proprietress told John the news for free.
In return, John left the florist with a bouquet of daisies.
"So... I have to wait until they come back?"
The plan couldn't keep up with the changes, and John Ben wanted to drain Credence, but he didn't expect the circus to go on tour and leave.
It's also John's fault. He didn't understand the specific plan when he sent people to the circus to work illegally.
It was more about giving Credence a place to hide his identity.
Even if it is him, it is impossible to arrange everything properly.
This caused Credence to leave Paris again in a daze for another country.
"Okay, just take advantage of this time to prepare well."
John was helpless, he first needed to find a place where he could live.
The wizarding world is not suitable for his hiding place, so the place of residence needs to start from the Muggle world.
...
The island was originally the territory of Extis, but it was discovered after his death that it officially became the prison of Azkaban.
The Ministry of Magic must have carefully inspected this dangerous and cursed place, and if anything was found, it should have been taken away or destroyed by the Ministry of Magic.
As it seemed, there wasn't anything left for Exetes.
but.
John stared at the water lapping in the cave.
"I remember seeing water."
Thoughts flashed through his mind, John walked towards the sea.
If there is really a place that the Ministry of Magic cannot inspect, then this is the only possibility under the sea.
Changing out of the dragon's lungs, John swam hundreds of meters in one breath.
Finally, with half the air in his lungs gone, John saw a sunken ship.
Strangely, there are no sails or rudders on board.
It's more like a sealed jar than a boat.
Patting an approaching fish away, John finds the entrance.
It was a broken door, filled with sea water.
Some bones and various silverware sank inside.
Shackles and hooks rusted by seawater.
It turns out that there are all kinds of magic here, but because of the long time, the magic is invalid.
Those fish and parasites make their homes wantonly in it.
John searched for a while and found a cupboard.
Various parchments filled with records are sealed inside.
But the sea water does a lot of damage to these things, and some are even washed away.
John pulled out his wand a little, letting the cupboard swim out with him.
Waiting until it surfaced, John checked the contents of the cupboard.
"Experimental notebook." He stared at the parchment.
With a cupboard full of records, how many people did Extis harm?
Dry the parchment with magic.
Thankfully, parchment is more durable than normal paper.
The handwriting on it also uses special ink.
"Every dark wizard is a mad scientist."
There are records of horrific experiments, but also the crystallization of Extis' wisdom.
"I met the succubus once." John stared at the contents of one of the parchments and murmured softly.
"Dream devil?"
John came face to face with Extis for the first time, when he took on the form of Ambrosius.
"He has seen Ambrosius? No, it should be Merlin."
In the entire magical world, the only person who can be called a god is Merlin.
The legendary Merlin is the son of the succubus.
It is an existence that can enter other people's dreams, and Merlin is the son of the succubus.
There are also legends that Merlin is the child of elves and nightmares.
If there are really immortal wizards, then there can only be one person.
Merlin.
"The Ambrosius I know stayed in the dragon field for a thousand years, and finally exhausted his soul," he muttered to himself, "then who did he meet?"
What John met was his senior, and he told himself that Merlin was not alone.
"And the world of the witcher." John pondered, "Who was that Merlin back then?"
Either Dumbledore or Grindelwald.
They were all far less mysterious than Merlin.
The magic god of the wizarding world.
John pulled his thoughts back and snapped his fingers.
The parchments in the cupboard are neatly arranged and scattered to occupy the entire space of the cave.
John waved his wand again, and the parchments quickly gathered in front of John.
Thousands of sheets of parchment were stacked in front of them, shrinking in size and finally turning into a book.
John looked at the blank book cover, thought for a while and said, "Let's call it "Extis, Crazy Words by Mad Men."
...
The title of the book appears on the cover.
The cupboard exploded and the debris sank to the bottom of the ocean.
Picking up the copy of Extis, Madman's Words, I put it in the small bag.
John's delay was not short.
"Maybe Diagon Alley will get me to Paris faster."
With wings growing out of his back, John didn't want to fly for a few more days.
He flew to London.
...
London.
There are far more rainy days than sunny days in this place.
There is still unmelted snow on the streets.
John Apparates back here.
He appears in Diagon Alley, next to a Wizarding World Post Office.
John glanced, then stopped in his tracks.
He stared at the flying owl, and suddenly an idea popped into his mind.
"I can't set an anchor in the past, so let the future set it."
Once an idea emerges, it begins to grow like crazy.
John said to himself, "I'll try again after finishing the Credence business."
The current conditions are not sufficient, 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 can it be confirmed that it is Malfoy?
That iconic platinum hair and that haughty expression, and he likes to dress in black.
All kinds of evidence are enough for John to confirm that it is a member of the Malfoy family.
After all, Malfoy's genes are strong, and several generations are almost carved out of the same look.
I just don't know which elder of Draco that Malfoy is.
And beside that Malfoy, a man in his 20s with black hair was talking to him.
Pale face and dark golden eyes.
The man whispered to Malfoy.
"You should continue to exert influence."
"I've taken a big risk in doing so," Malfoy said.
The man chuckled and said meaningfully: "Why do I feel that you seem to be 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 it sounded like a warning.
Malfoy snorted coldly.
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 pure blood families like Malfoy want is for pure blood to be supreme.
Their philosophies are different, and Grindelwald also killed pure blood.
"Grindelwald can't give the pure blood the right status, you will be spurned by the pure blood, Edgar." Malfoy also gave his own advice, to his friend with a relationship.
"Grindelwald, it's the light I'm looking for," the man pressed down on the brim of his hat, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "I'm willing to die for him."
How can a person who has never been afraid of death be afraid of the spurning of pure blood?
...
Paris.
I don't know when it started, it seems to be equated with romance here.
Those who come on vacation are looking forward to encountering a romantic love.
John also met, but it was not romantic love, but was forced to leave.
After picking up the clothes he ordered at the clothing store, John nodded with satisfaction looking at the three stars on the collar.
"take care."
The owner came to see John out in person with a smile on his face.
This customer is generous, and his requirements are well-organized, not as vague and abstract as others, and he is the favorite customer of the tailor shop.
John nodded slightly and left.
Walking to a corner where no one was watching, he stuffed the neatly packed clothes box into the small bag.
Going to the hideout, he looks for the circus that came.
"The circus? They've left," the beautiful lady proprietress of a florist told John.
John was lost in thought, uncertain: "You mean, that circus troupe went on tour?"
"Yeah, they're gone, they're going to be touring Europe for a few months."
Perhaps because of John's good looks, the proprietress told John the news for free.
In return, John left the florist with a bouquet of daisies.
"So... I have to wait until they come back?"
The plan couldn't keep up with the changes, and John Ben wanted to drain Credence, but he didn't expect the circus to go on tour and leave.
It's also John's fault. He didn't understand the specific plan when he sent people to the circus to work illegally.
It was more about giving Credence a place to hide his identity.
Even if it is him, it is impossible to arrange everything properly.
This caused Credence to leave Paris again in a daze for another country.
"Okay, just take advantage of this time to prepare well."
John was helpless, he first needed to find a place where he could live.
The wizarding world is not suitable for his hiding place, so the place of residence needs to start from the Muggle world.
...
