Chapter 291 A gift to the Emperor! The glorious years of the Saints

Boom!

Without any sign, a light green lightning-like beam rushed straight towards Argus.

Argus smiled knowingly and took out his wand without hesitation.

He threw a disarming spell.

Vita stood quietly not far away, making sure that the battle between the two would not bring down the castle.

Because Nurmengardneb had an anti-Apparition spell, the battle between the two was not very gorgeous.

But the danger was no less!

Argus was knocked back several steps by a spell, and the mat under his feet instantly turned into iron thorns!

Argus's expression remained unchanged, and a spell was cast behind him.

With the help of the reverse thrust of the spell, he stabilized his body so that he would not be pierced by the iron thorns.

He used the flying spell to smash the iron thorns on the ground towards Gellert Grindelwald.

During the flight, the original iron thorns instantly turned into flying birds, and the speed suddenly increased!

Grindelwald's eyes flashed with admiration.

The seemingly simple confrontation actually contained not only the contest between spells, but also many factors such as Transfiguration and combat experience.

He could transform again based on his own Transfiguration, and add the Silent Flying Spell.

Even Grindelwald himself, at the age of Argus, did not have this strength.

A ball of blue flame rose from Grindelwald's wand, and the flying bird turned into ashes in an instant at the moment of contact.

Argus smiled slightly, waved his wand, and the same blue flame rose around him.

Flames collided and intertwined with flames.

But compared to Grindelwald's understatement, Argus had a few more drops of sweat on his face.

After an unknown amount of time, the blue flame slowly dissipated.

"You learned well in the UK."

"Your power has developed, and your magic has not fallen behind."

Grindelwald gave his evaluation without any action, but everything around him was slowly returning to normal.

Except for the carpet that was burned to ashes.

The blue eyes that were exactly the same as Argus's, and the strange heterochromatic pupils made him look inexplicable.

Even though he is over a hundred years old, he is still in good spirits.

At least... better than Dumbledore now.

"Are you going back to Austria this time to settle accounts with them?"

Argus did not refute, which was considered as an agreement.

Even if Grindelwald stayed with him in Nurmengard, he did not think that this matter could be hidden from him.

After all, he was a man who almost conquered Europe. If he didn't even have this ability, he should go home to coax his children.

"This time, the Austrian Ministry of Magic took action, which should be supported by the German Ministry of Magic."

"Otherwise they would not be so bold."

Argus sat on the sofa, and Vita brought a pot of tea for the two.

Argus took a sip and continued: "I just don't know if there are any shadows of other ministries of magic in it."

"Don't worry, they don't have the courage!"

Grindelwald's tone was extremely confident, and he looked at Argus meaningfully.

"Little Argus, do you really think that the store was closed down because of the secret support of the Ministry of Magic of other countries?"

"In fact, you have guessed it a long time ago, but you are just considering my face, right?"

Grindelwald stood up and looked out the window.

"People's hearts will change. I have known this for decades."

"Just do it, don't worry about anything because of me!"

Argus took a deep breath: "I understand, Gale."

Turning to look at Vita.

"Let's go, Aunt Vita, it's time to solve these troubles."

Just after taking two steps, Argus seemed to suddenly remember something.

"Gale, I brought you a gift, you will definitely like it!"

Grindelwald was speechless: "When did you learn to do this?"

Argus smiled slightly and threw a worn-out Transfiguration notebook to Grindelwald.

Grindelwald didn't take it seriously at first, until he saw the familiar handwriting on the notebook.

The expression on his face gradually became complicated.

"Let's go, Aunt Vita."

"I think Gale doesn't want anyone to disturb him now."

The notes that Dumbledore gave him at the beginning had long been memorized by him.

For him, it may not be of much use.

But for Grindelwald, who even wrote back to Dumbledore, it was the best gift.

"Aunt Vita, is the person under control?"

"I will follow your orders. It's just surveillance for now. We can control him at any time."

"Bring him here. Some old saints will probably come too. Don't stop them."

...

When Argus and Vita returned to the castle where they lived before leaving.

A group of saints were waiting here.

A white-haired old man was controlled in the center, waiting for trial.

"Macduff, if I remember correctly, you were also a member of the Paris cemetery back then."

"Participated in the wizard war."

"Following my father, it has been almost sixty years."

Argus seemed to be sighing and sighing.

"In 1932, you followed my father to fight in France."

"In 1941, you were seriously injured in the battle and almost lost your life."

"In 1943..."

With every word that Argus said, Macduff lowered his head.

At the end, he burst into tears.

"You remember, you always remember..."

Argus looked up at the other saints.

"Nagel, once delivered a letter for Credence, and almost died at the hands of Credence's Obscurus."

"Craft, in 1941, he blocked my father's curse from a sneak attack from behind. He still has old wounds to this day."

"Carlo lurked into the German Ministry of Magic for the sake of the Saints. He was later discovered by the German Ministry of Magic and imprisoned for three years. He was not released until the rise of the Saints."

"Grimes..."

Yagus counted the achievements of the old man present one by one, without any mistakes or omissions, and no one was ignored.

Unknowingly, the old man at the scene was crying.

They are not afraid of death or setbacks.

I'm just afraid that my ideals will be buried in the end, and that everything about me will be forgotten.

Yagus raised his eyes: "Not only me, but also my father, Aunt Vita, and Uncle Abernathy. Each of us remembers it."

"The saints have never forgotten you."

"Not now and not in the future."

Macduff was like a child who had done something wrong, he lowered his head and cried bitterly.

The energy he had when we first met was completely gone.

"I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for the saints!"

"I'm sorry Mr. Grindelwald!"

Macduff seemed to have made some kind of decision, raised his head, and glanced at the companions who had fought alongside him one by one.

Finally it fell on Yagus's face.

"The saint...has a successor..."

"Our hopes, our dreams, will one day come true..."

When the old men around him woke up, Macduff had fallen to the ground helplessly.

There was a hint of relief on the corner of his mouth.

"Aunt Vita, take Macduff's body down."

"Have a good burial."

"At the end of his life, at least... he was still a member of the saints."

…

Everyone dispersed, and Vita came to Yagus.

"Has the body been disposed of?"

"It's taken care of, but... what are we going to do with Macduff's family?"

Yagus' eyes were cold: "Don't leave any trouble to the future of the saints."

"Cut the grass and root out the roots!"