Chapter 332 Return to Hogwarts

On the other side, Newt pushed open a chain door of a subway and entered the basement.

After handing over his wand and a number of magical creatures, he entered the prison carrying a searchlight.

Shaking his hips, Newt followed the prison guards into the depths of the prison.

"Are you here to save me?" Theseus was hung upside down in the cave.

"What are you doing?"

"Well, with the edge mimicry technology, I tried to blend in with them without using violence," Newt explained.

Putting Theseus down, the two of them twisted their bodies and walked outside.

However, just as they were about to reach the passage to the outside, Theseus trampled a guard to death.

The two brothers looked at each other and the silence began to break out.

But before the guards could start a riot, something worse happened: their visitor lights went out.

"I guess this is not a good sign," Theseus said.

Deep inside the prison, a huge scorpion hook stood up and stung the two men fiercely.

"Run!" Newt yelled.

The two of them shuttled through the world, and the scorpion's tail kept smashing the stone walls on the side of the road.

At the same time, the hook on the tail can also emit hot venom. After a chase, Theseus was forced into a desperate situation.

Fortunately, Newt's Pickett found him in time with his wand.

Theseus was also caught by the scorpion's tail and began to be dragged into the darkness.

"Here comes the tie!"

Newt jumped out and used the Spell of Summoning, pulling Theseus away with him by the Portkey.

The administrator who arrived late laughed contemptuously after seeing them being dragged away by the scorpion's tail, but his visitor light was also turned off.

Outside the lakeside of Hogwarts, there was a twist in space, and Newt fell to the ground with Theseus.

The two men stood up hand in hand, and the tentacles on Theseus opened their mouths to him.

"Ouch." Theseus shook off the tentacles.

"Fierce Fire!" A dark blue flame completely burned the tentacles.

"This thing has a very strong regeneration ability. Letting it run around nearby may cause pollution." A young man's voice sounded.

"Aiden." Newt stepped forward.

"How is life in Extegar Prison, Theseus?"

Aiden's eyes curved into crescents, and his beautiful heterochromatic pupils revealed joy.

"You knew we would go to Extegrity Prison!" Theseus put his hands on his hips.

"Grindelwald and I each pushed for change.

Grindelwald used Vogel and Credence to bring the German Ministry of Magic to his side."

Aiden led them towards Hogwarts.

“And you used Theseus’ disappearance and Prewett’s intervention to force the British Ministry of Magic to intervene, right?” Newt roughly guessed what would happen next.

"Wait, why can my disappearance force the British Ministry of Magic to take a stand?" Theseus still didn't quite understand.

"First of all, we, Prewett, represent the violence of ending war. From the moment I appeared, it means that Prewett has expressed his support for Dumbledore."

Aiden led the two up the stairs, saying as he walked,

"Secondly, Theseus, as a powerful official in the British Ministry of Magic, you arrest people whenever you want, and the upper-level pure-blood masters will smell the danger signal.

They also realized that Grindelwald was a madman who would break the previous rules, so they all followed suit. " Aiden knocked Theseus's stomach with a newspaper.

Walking through the gate and entering the hall of Hogwarts, Dumbledore had been waiting here for a long time.

Jacob was sitting at the dining table chatting with Slytherin students, while Lali was recommending students to choose her Advanced Charms course.

"Newt, why are you back so late?" Lali looked at Newt in surprise.

"It's a long story, we ran into some trouble."

Then they both looked at Aiden, 'Didn't you tell her?'

'No.' Aiden answered Newt with his eyes.

"Come to think of it, we're in trouble too." Lali pointed to the newspaper in Theseus' hand.

The two spread out the newspaper, and the front page read 'Jacob assassinated Grindelwald.'

In the photo, an unconscious Grindelwald was being carried away by a crowd of people. It was unknown which unscrupulous spectator took the photo.

"Jacob." Aiden called out to Jacob in the crowd.

He smiled and said goodbye to the children at the table, not suspecting at all that they were Slytherin students, and even brought a pile of cockroaches.

"I'm an assassin." Jacob tilted the candy bag towards Aiden, wanting to share the candy with him.

Dumbledore waved to them from the end of the long table, and several people walked towards him.

"Oh, would you like some? Those Slytherin kids gave them to me. They taste pretty good."

Jacob saw Aiden eating some and asked the people in front.

"Thanks, but I don't like cockroach piles. For other desserts, I recommend the Duke of Bees in Hogsmeade."

Newt bluntly pointed out that Jacob had been tricked, and Jacob angrily glared at the children behind him.

"Do you want more? If not, you can give it to me." Aiden stretched out his hand without any hesitation.

"All for you." Jacob decisively let go.

"Well done." Dumbledore encouraged them, "And congratulations."

"Congratulations?" Theseus was a little confused.

"Of course, Professor Hicks and Aiden prevented an assassination, and you came back alive." Dumbledore hit Theseus on the chest.

"But Albus, with all due respect, isn't this all back to square one?" Theseus hastily stuffed the belt into his coat pocket and put his hands on his hips.

"In fact, it's worse. Grindelwald was allowed to participate in the election of the International Confederation of Wizards." Dumbledore shook his head.

"What? How did you do that?" Theseus turned around in confusion.

"Vogel chose what was easy, not what was right," Eden replied.

"The German and British Ministries of Magic have reached a balance of political power, while other countries are standing by and watching.

Although Prewett was eliminated, our reputation was not good either, so in order to balance public opinion, Grindelwald was given the right to be elected. "

As Aiden spoke, Dumbledore raised his wand and smoke enveloped the group.

Mountains emerged from the smoke, and the building in the middle seemed to come into view accompanied by ancient songs.

“Bhutan,” Newt murmured.

"Correct, three points for Hufflepuff." Dumbledore crossed his arms.

"That's where some of our important magic originates, and it's also where the elections take place."

"He can't win, can he?" Theseus said.

"It's hard to say. He was a wanted prisoner a few days ago, and now he has turned into a candidate for the president of the International Confederation of Wizards." Dumbledore pursed his lips.

"So it's better to have a democratic election, just like our American Federation." Jacob straightened his suit.

"Jacob, if we go by public opinion, in fact, most wizards now support rushing out and destroying the world of ordinary people." Aiden explained.

"We are the villains?" Jacob felt like he had received the wrong script.

"No, but at least we are against the war." Dumbledore looked at him seriously.