Chapter 415 The Second Inheritor

Hull, England.

The family packed their bags and prepared to leave. One of the young men stood at the door of his house and looked out for a long time.

Because the situation in the entire European wizarding world was getting worse and worse, as a Muggle-wizard family that was openly banned by the current authorities, the Beckett family had no choice but to flee.

As for why they waited until the situation deteriorated to this point before starting to flee, it all started with the incident of the previous Minister of Magic.

The late Lady Amelia Bones, after ascending to the highest position in the wizarding world, began to balance the political forces of all parties.

Although this is what every Minister of Magic would do after taking office, she obviously underestimated the determination of Voldemort after his return.

At that time, a number of neutral factions including her, as well as the conservative faction that had regained power, believed that even if Voldemort returned again, he would still carry out some terrorist attacks as before. Such an incident would be nothing more than a minor matter for Ms. Amelia, whose power was rapidly expanding at the time.

Therefore, the Ministry of Magic did not immediately issue asylum applications to ordinary wizards, but turned its guns on the reformist faction.

Unfortunately, two months ago, Voldemort took advantage of Amelia's indulgence of her and the two forces' suppression of the reformist faction, and led his men to raid the Ministry of Magic, massacring the neutral faction and paralyzing the entire resistance force of the Ministry of Magic.

Afterwards, Aiden rushed to the Ministry of Magic to withdraw his own people, and started the Battle of London with senior sister Tom. Then the battle between the two caused the distorted order to manifest. Aiden's mother contributed her last strength to seal it, and Aiden himself went into Avalon to sleep in order to maintain the First Project.

The Lestrange family, who were still able to see the situation clearly, issued a final evacuation warning before evacuating, but it was immediately refuted by the conservative forces who sided with Voldemort.

The series of changes in the Ministry of Magic left ordinary wizards, who were still in confusion, with no time to react. By the time they realized the change in the Ministry of Magic's direction, the disaster had already arrived.

The Death Eaters cooperated with the Ministry of Magic to wipe out all the Muggle wizards they could see. A large number of people were sent to the prison of the newly established Blood Purity Department of the Ministry of Magic before they had time to escape.

Now, because of the defeat in the Egyptian War, the search force in the entire British region has been significantly reduced, and the Beckett family, who had previously hidden with the Fidelius Spell, are now on the road to exile.

"I never thought the situation would deteriorate to this extent." Renee Beckett's voice was filled with sadness.

"It's okay, Ethan has grown up. We can start a new life somewhere else." Bowen Beckett held his wife in his arms.

"Let's set off quickly, while the mysterious man's power is weakening." Ethan took a last look at the hometown where he had lived for seventeen years, and turned away resolutely.

The family of three did not dare to use magic and relied entirely on Muggle transportation to rush to the English Channel, hoping to use the help of human traffickers there to smuggle into Italy, and then cross the Mediterranean to Egypt.

However, they overlooked a very important thing. The snakeheads of the gray forces, how could they not turn to them after the wizards from the dark world came to power?

Therefore, although the smuggling business in the English Channel is still continuing, it has become a new search point.

These people can collect Galleons from Muggle wizards who want to leave the country, and report these people to the Ministry of Magic in exchange for a reward. One family is used by them twice, which is a win-win situation.

When the Beckett family arrived at the English Channel, they were greeted not by the portkey that would take them to the safe shore, but by a group of Death Eaters in black uniforms.

"Good evening, fellow Mudbloods." The leading Death Eater gave a twisted smile to the terrified people below.

Then the green spell lit up the cold night.

Facing the incoming green light, Bowen Beckett used his arms, which were not broad but could support a family, to protect his wife and daughter.

"Bowen!", "Father!"

On Ethan's neck, a pendant that Aiden had given him was glowing. The desire for justice combined with magic broke through the boundary between illusion and reality and was transmitted to another old man. The old man glanced at the old bee sitting next to him eating a pile of cockroaches, and then he Apparated and disappeared.

Just as the curse was about to hit them, a blue flame swept up, and the flame with the will of destruction swallowed the killing curse in one gulp.

A huge dragon opened its eyes in the flames and stared coldly at the Death Eaters below. The scorching heat licked the Death Eaters' masks.

"It tastes good. Your heart that desires retribution is very pure. What is your name, young man?" An old man walked out of the flames.

"Ethan Beckett." The old man in front of him had a strange affinity that reminded Ethan of his roommate, and he involuntarily placed his trust in him.

"This is not the place to talk, and I can't do too much, otherwise I'll be discovered. Come with me." The old man went up and grabbed Ethan and his parents, and disappeared with an Apparition.

The Fiendfyre, which had lost his control, roared and engulfed the Death Eaters before automatically extinguishing itself. There was no trace left at the scene except for ashes on the ground.

The Hog's Head Inn, Hogsmeade.

The old man Apparated here with the two of them. Aberforth glared at him, snorted coldly and turned his back.

The Becketts followed the old man to a room on the second floor, where they saw a man who was supposed to be dead.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Ethan couldn't believe his eyes.

"Mr. Beckett, I'm not a professor anymore, just a useless retired old man." Dumbledore waved his hand.

"But, Voldemort..." Ethan wanted to persuade Dumbledore to fight against Voldemort, but was interrupted.

"As you can see, I am already an old man who can't even lift a wand. The task of fighting him can only be handed over to you young people."

Dumbledore raised his skinny arms, looking so old and decayed that even Bowen couldn't bear to carry him to fight Voldemort.

Ethan looked depressed. As a wizard who had been protected under the aura of Dumbledore since he entered school, he couldn't think of anyone else who could fight against Voldemort. Maybe Aiden could, but where was he?

"Well, there's no need to pray for salvation from others. There has never been a savior in this world. If you can't stand the suffering of wizards, then you can become the embodiment of karma. How about that?"

The old man at the side suddenly spoke up, interrupting the conversation between Ethan and Dumbledore.

"Gale, what do you want?" Dumbledore looked at him solemnly.

"Of course, this child is of good quality. Perhaps he was influenced by his roommate, but at the very least he has met the standard." Grindelwald looked at Ethan with a half-smile as if he was examining a piece of merchandise.