Chapter 887: Ivan: Is this the bastard's brain made up again?

Just as Ivan was thinking about it, a system notification sound suddenly rang in his mind.

[Ding, a new mission has been generated! 】

Ivan was stunned for a moment, then opened the task list to check it out.

[Task objective: dominate the magical world

Task progress: 2%

Task reward: legendary value*5

Mission description: After initially stabilizing the power of England, you eagerly cast your gaze further away.

In order to extend your power to every corner of the world, you insidiously let go of the old Grindelwald and indulge him in his recklessness in the magic world-the smoke of gunpowder gradually spreading over the European continent will become your best promotion capital !

Note: You think the International Wizarding Federation cannot handle this problem. It won’t be long before they will come back to pray for your help...]

Seeing the new mission, Ivan's mouth twitched.

Is this the bastard's brain made up again?

Conor? And those Aurors from the International Federation of Wizards?

Not too possible......

Ivan thought for a while, and finally focused his gaze on Pierce, showing an unkind look on his face.

Pierce was stunned by Ivan's scrutiny gaze, wondering if he had done something wrong, but he didn't have any clues after thinking hard. In the end, it could only be secretly attributed to Ivan Hals' moody and tyrannical temperament... ...

Ivan resisted the urge to change to a Minister of Magic, and said angrily. "Farrell, the vice chairman of the Magic Congress of North America, was arrested... Grindelwald did it!"

What made Farrell even more chilled was that there was a huge crucible in the wide living room in front of him, big enough to accommodate an adult sitting in it.

And now the pot was filled with some kind of turbid liquid, and bubbles were gurgling outward, and from time to time there were faint blue sparks coming out, making bursts of crackling noises.

Farrell swallowed hard. He was a hundred years old and did not fear the coming of death, but as a wizard who was committed to the cause of anti-dark magic in his early years, Farrell was very aware of the methods of some dark wizards. Even more terrifying than death itself!

Click...

Suddenly, a sound of pushing the door came from behind. Farrell hurriedly lowered his head and closed his eyes, pretending to be in a coma. Only when the sound of footsteps passed him did Farrell slightly lifted his eyelids. .

In the dim sight, it seemed that a witch in her twenties walked up to the giant cauldron and threw a portion of the potion material into the boiling liquid, and wisps of white steam quickly emerged from the pot.

Farrell quietly watched each other's actions, and at the same time guessed the identity of the witch in his heart.

Grindelwald had just escaped and planned another attack on himself midway. It should be reasonable to say that there should be no time to develop his followers and followers.

So the witch in front of her was probably deceived by Grindelwald, or she was simply coerced to complete some dark ritual.

Thinking of this, Farrell hesitated whether to talk to the other party while Grindelwald was away, because this might be an opportunity for him to escape... No matter what, it’s better than being tied here and waiting to die. Are all the materials ready? Alison? "

At the moment Farrell was about to speak, a voice suddenly rang in the room. Farrell's body trembled slightly, and his back was soaked with cold sweat-this was Grindelwald's voice!

Almost exposed! Farrell was secretly afraid in his heart, but he couldn't help but curiosity, and his eyelids opened slightly and looked in the direction of the sound.

Gellert Grindelwald was taking off a silver-gray, liquid-like cloak from his body. The original transparent body was also reappeared. He walked quickly toward the cauldron, followed by a figure behind him. A middle-aged man about fifty years old.

What makes Farrell a little concerned is that the man's eyes are apathetic, and the whole person seems to be demented, probably because of some controlling magic.

And judging from his experience, this shouldn't be a wizard, but...a Mochi!

(PS: Moji is Muggle (ordinary people who can't cast spells), but they are called differently in different places.)