Chapter 302： unexpected visitor

In a secret location near the Guard's headquarters, a Guard member returned the wand to Marshall, who was still in bed.

"Ma'am, have a good rest, the boss is dealing with very important things. After that, he will come to talk to you." The player said.

Marshall's face on the hospital bed was still pale, but the whole person seemed to have recovered a lot, at least not in that state of mental instability.

She grabbed her wand firmly and nodded silently.

The player's gaze moved down, and the left sheet was obviously deflated, which was where Marshall's left leg was.

That failed Apparition left her completely split, and her left leg below the knee had completely disappeared.

Perhaps noticing his gaze, Marshall raised his head and pulled out a standard but emotionless smile—a hangover from taking a lot of mind-clearing.

"I remember you, Brighton? Your father, in the early days of the Guard, hunted down that Bulgarian dark wizard, he was hit by a spell and, like me, lost a leg - is he all right?"

The team member's face darkened, he forced a smile: "Maybe you haven't heard of it, the effect of that black magic spread for a full month before it was stopped, and he could only lie in bed for the rest of his life. ."

Marshall just nodded blankly: "I'm sorry."

"No, ma'am, I appreciate you having me take my father's place."

"You deserve our trust as much as your father," Marshall replied. .

Little Brighton pursed his lips, his eyes dodging a little.

After a brief silence, he asked slowly, "Ms. Onassis, he..."

Marshall slowly raised his head and looked at him: "He died at my hands, to be precise, at my hands controlled by Grindelwald's Imperius Curse."

"But, but I don't quite understand..." Little Brighton lowered his head, "We do this, in addition to making the wizarding world more chaotic, let our companions die one by one... It seems..."

He took a deep breath and did not continue.

Marshall's expression didn't change. "You think it was a mistake to capture Grindelwald?"

"……no……"

"Then do what you have to do, remembering the purpose of our escort."

The young man paused, and lowered his head a little further: "Yes, for a better world."

"For a better world."

After the bland conversation, the team member silently walked out the door, and when the door of the ward was about to be closed, he hesitated and turned around and said, "Ma'am, if the dismemberment caused by the failure of Apparition can be found within forty-eight hours, the amputated limb is found. , you can actually…”

Marshall remained expressionless: "Don't you know where I'm going to Apparate?"

Little Clinton choked, yeah, that's where Grindelwald is...

But who can guarantee that there will not be one Grindelwald trap after another?

He nodded to Marshall, and finally put on the door and walked out.

Silence returned to the ward, and Marshall stared at the slumped white sheet at his left leg. After a moment of daze, he lay back down again, and then closed his eyes.

Little Clayton walked out of the secret location and stood in the sun again, the hesitation and worry on his face disappeared.

"Looks normal, but my father has been with her for a long time, and her vigilance has been very high. So it is not certain whether she has betrayed us and went to Grindelwald."

he said to the air.

The sun was shining, the dust in the beam of light shook twice, and a hoarse and light voice came out of nowhere: "What do you think?"

Little Clayton shook his head: "I don't know, but according to my experience, Ms. Marshall's will has always been firm, and she has no tendency to go to the enemy, not even necessary. After all, Grindelwald is still a fugitive, and We are still an official institution."

The air was silent for a moment, and finally the voice said: "Understood - I will handle the next thing."

"Yes."

...

It was getting late, and in the ward, Marshall seemed to have fallen asleep.

Her wand was placed on the side of the bed closest to her right hand.

Not only in the ward, but also in the corridor outside the ward, there was no one, except for the light from the crack of the door of the treatment room in the middle of the corridor.

This is the treatment team stationed in this secret location. If Marshall needs it, she just needs to press the magic cardboard box by the bedside, and the paper plane will automatically fly out to notify the therapist.

The night was darker, and the sleeping Marshall rolled over.

In the shadows that no one noticed at all, the air squirmed invisibly.

However, Marshall seemed to simply roll over, and the shadows returned to calm.

...

Beside a small lake, an Australian protein eye rolled over, and the stone next to it shook a few times.

Then, a bizarre, huge "cobra" swam to the lake.

It wears huge special glasses with metal frames and solid black lenses.

"Hiss—" It let out a short hiss.

Australian Egg White opened his mouth, and after a while, a strange dragon roar and sparks appeared.

Then, a Winged Demon with a size much larger than its peers spread its wings, and after hovering around the cobra's head for a while, the big snake slowly swam away.

"You really can't say Parseltongue when you turn into a fire dragon..." Aussie Protein Eyes lay down by the lake without any image.

This is naturally Sean in the ring space.

He took a chance tonight to escape Filch and slip into the Room of Requirement, and then there was the Transfiguration experiment of the fire dragon Animagus.

As he had imagined, after losing his original wand, Sean could still turn into that strange black dragon with a pitch-black body.

And Grindelwald's branch wand can't bring any changes to the black fire dragon's form.

So Sean took out the large number of wands he had purchased.

Surprisingly, as long as the core material of the wand is a fire dragon heartstring, then Sean can become the corresponding fire dragon form.

Yes, all fire dragons.

Whether it is the terrifying Ukrainian iron belly, or the irritable old Hungarian wasp, or the slightly smaller but poisonous Peruvian venomous dragon with teeth and flames.

As long as Sean rolls the wand into his body, the black fire dragon can transform into the opposite fire dragon.

And, perhaps because Animagus is skilled enough, he needs a lot less magic power to transform into a fire dragon. For example, the Australian protein eye, even if he does not borrow the silent magic power, his own magic power is enough to use, although it is a bit limited.

The bad news is that he can only become a magical animal of the dragon species.

Sean spent a lot of money on the long-horned water snake horn wand, wetland werewolf hair wand, phoenix tail feather wand, etc. that Gallen bought were all useless. Such amazing animals.

Although being able to turn into various fire dragons is exaggerated and scary enough, Sean is still a little dissatisfied.

After all, the smallest Welsh green dragon is also a fire dragon, and there is always a limit to being too big-the key point is that he is very greedy for the Animagus form of a creature like the phoenix.

Sean, who had turned into Aussie egg whites, stuck his head out and used the lake as a mirror, reflecting the pearly scales covering his body, his gleaming, colorful pupilless eyes.

"Tsk, being strong is a matter of one version, being handsome is a matter of a lifetime..."

As a handsome dragon, Sean once again admired the figure called the most beautiful fire dragon facing the lake, and then twisted his body back to the original handsome guy.

After experimenting for a long time today, whether it was Silently or myself, more than half of the magic power was consumed, which made Sean's eyelids fight.

He yawned and raised his hand to look at the time.

"It's early in the morning... um..." Sean yawned and walked towards the exit of the ring.

After saying hello to the cat leopard, the basilisk, and the bird snake, he climbed the ladder and headed for the exit.

It's time to go back to rest... Moreover, "Merlin Weekly News" broke such a big news, and the whole wizarding world will be lively tomorrow.

I don't know how the guards will respond. Sean smirked.

Grindelwald's methods are endless, and this is obviously just the beginning.

I just don't know why the old man didn't contact him. Is it because he was at Hogwarts, and Grindelwald and Dumbledore couldn't meet?

Sean can now be sure that Grindelwald and Dumbledore must have played a scene that night, but there are still many doubts.

Sean always felt that the two old men didn't seem to have negotiated in advance... and Dumbledore's attitude was very strange afterwards.

Climbing out of the entrance, Sean put the shrunken ring back on his hand and walked towards the exit of the Room of Requirement.

Just as he walked under the torch at the exit, suddenly, the stone wall in front of him swayed.

Sean's eyes narrowed. At this time, why did someone come to the Room of Requirement?

He walked quickly to the shadows beneath the torches, pulled out his wand and cast a Disillusionment Charm.

The stone wall fluctuated, and after the bricks moved and reorganized silently, the wooden door made a sound of being pushed open.

Sean, who was hidden in the shadows, held his breath and cast his calm gaze towards the entrance.

Strangely, after the sound of the wooden door being pushed, there was no movement.

There was no one at the entrance and exit, and there was not a trace of footsteps in the room.

"What's the situation... came to round the room?" Sean frowned.

But he did not act rashly, and remained quietly hidden in the shadows.

There was a crackling sound from the torches overhead, the flames danced, and the light in the room fluctuated.

Time passed minute by minute, and all of a sudden, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the Room of Requirement, and all the torches in the room shook.

The shadow is swallowed by the light, the light is occupied by the shadow, and the light and shadow are staggered under the violent shaking of the torch.

"There's a problem..." Sean narrowed his eyes slightly, the wand was already held in his right hand, and his left hand became illusory, and black particles gradually spread out. Dave in the inner pocket has begun to crawl down the robe towards the cuff, and his ring has begun to open.

Once anything happens, Sean's magic spell, silence, and four magical animals with a minimum danger level of xxxx will be thrown out directly.

As if affected by the atmosphere, the temperature in the room on demand also began to drop.

Sean tensed, he still hadn't spotted the person coming, and Dave's biological instincts didn't send an alarm signal. But he was sure that the other party already knew that someone was in the Room of Requirement ahead of time.

It is very likely that the other party did not find himself, and was searching for him in secret.

"Clap..." The torch above Sean's head made a detonating sound, the wind in the house suddenly became stronger, and the shadow on Sean's body suddenly trembled.

Without any warning, a hand was placed on Sean's tense shoulder.

At that moment, Sean's hair stood on end.

Almost instinctively, his curse was instantly pointed behind him.

"How dare you point my wand at me?"

Sean's all-familiar voice rang out.

In the deeper shadow, Grindelwald with an arrogant smile showed his figure.

"Teacher!" Sean looked at each other in surprise.

"No—" He took a step back vigilantly, "Who are you?!"

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows angrily, and leaned lazily against the wall: "How many times have I taught you that when the Illusory Body Curse is invisible, you should not only pay attention to yourself, but also pay attention to the surrounding environment. When I was invisible just now I deliberately left a flaw for you, but you didn't find it? I should give you a Mind Flaying Curse first to remind you."

Mind Flaying, this is the punishment that Grindelwald often used to teach Sean to want to die.

Sean shuddered, he believed it now.

In front of him is Grindelwald.

He showed a smile and took back his wand: "I haven't said it yet, you steal my wand - seven Galleons!"

Grindelwald sneered: "Do you want me to give you seven spells?"

"Hey, next time next time."

After a few months of goodbye, Sean looked at the other party. Grindelwald was still dressed as before, but his aura was even more arrogant and arrogant. It seemed that the Dark Lord's aura was full.

He smiled and asked, "How did you get into Hogwarts?"

Grindelwald found a velvet back chair and lay down comfortably: "Disappearing in the cabinet, I saw your ring after I came here. I guess you have something to do, so I'll go out and do mine first."

"You went to see Professor Dumbledore?" Sean pulled a chair under his hips.

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows: "It's not stupid, did you find it?"

"About you acting with Professor Dumbledore? Of course I found out - but why didn't you tell me?" Sean asked.

Grindelwald's expression darkened a little.

"Do you think we negotiated in advance?"

Sean shook his head: "It doesn't feel like it."

"It's not like that," Grindelwald said with a sigh of relief, raising his legs comfortably, "temporary performance—your principal didn't tell me why."

"This is the tacit understanding of the elderly?" Sean joked.

Grindelwald snorted coldly: "Damn tacit understanding - if I didn't feel that his spell couldn't kill me, then that night, your teacher, your principal, someone would have stepped into the grave first."

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