Chapter 374： Invincible Andros

Off the field, the faces of the representatives of the Ministry of Magic were unprecedentedly ugly - Grindelwald didn't even think about giving them a step down, and he didn't even think about maintaining the rules on the surface.

In this highest-level meeting in the wizarding world, he was almost telling everyone clearly: If you dare to trouble me, I will settle the account with you immediately.

The emotions of regret in the hearts of several people have spread uncontrollably.

Why are there people who are so disrespectful and have such a strong desire for revenge...

However, the idea of ​​​​the jury members on the scene was no longer in Sean's consideration. He strode away from the meeting site, and several saints who were close to Grindelwald followed in his footsteps.

"Go to the chairman's office as usual. Later, the representative of the private meeting should come to invite you. Remember to be strong." Professor Rozier's mouth did not open or close, but her voice was in Sean's ear. sounded.

Along the way, she used such magic to send hints to Sean.

Sean pulled his tie slightly, indicating that he already knew.

"Abernethy, everything is going on as usual. I will notify the Director of the Magic Law Department to see me later. The trial of those people tomorrow will be handed over to you. When that time comes, cooperate with the Director." Sean Imitating Grindelwald's unique voice, he commanded calmly.

"Yes, Lord Grindelwald." Abernathy, the new chairman's secretary, replied respectfully immediately, with a hint of excitement in his voice that could not be suppressed.

Lord Grindelwald entrusted this important task to himself with such confidence.

For this loyal saint, Grindelwald has always been generous in encouraging and praising him, especially since the young man in front of him is the grandson of the saint Abernathy.

"Abernethy," Shawn chuckled, and he stopped to pat the other on the shoulder, "I was overjoyed when your grandfather recommended you to me."

A flush of excitement flashed across Abernathy's face.

"The group that rebuilds the new world has new blood to join, and with wizards like your grandfather, I believed from the beginning that you would also give me a satisfactory answer." Sean smiled, while encourage each other.

Abernathy suppressed his inner excitement and tried to make himself more stable. He nodded calmly and replied solemnly: "I will not disappoint you, Lord Grindelwald."

"I think so too... In addition, when in public, call me Mr. Chairman, my child." Like a kind and charming old man, Sean patted the other party's shoulder affectionately.

"Yes, Lord Grindelwald...Mr. Chairman." Arbor almost got down on one knee to show his loyalty.

"Oh, it looks like you and Vita still need a process of getting used to it - well, go ahead and do it well." Sean said with a smile.

Immediately afterwards, he did the same. After a conversation, the saints who followed him had become a fanatic state, and the excitement and pride on his face could not be concealed.

There was a hint of surprise in Professor Rozier's eyes, who had been watching quietly.

The saints around him are all direct descendants of the old subordinates who followed Grindelwald to conquer the world. After Grindelwald was successfully elected as the chairman, they were dispatched to some more important positions.

In general, there is no doubt about fidelity and competence, but young people will always long for the encouragement of an object of worship.

Sean does this very well. When facing the old saints, he basically just greets them casually, because those old subordinates do not need to win over and do not need encouragement. This kind of attitude towards friends makes them more useful.

In the face of young people with passion, Sean can always give appropriate encouragement as Grindelwald, which not only shortens the distance with these saints who have just joined the team, but also allows them to stay in the More motivation in the future business.

Rozier thought about it, she was surprised to find that if the real Lord Grindelwald was there, he would do almost exactly the same thing as Sean.

Seeing through a person's heart, and then doing what he likes while still maintaining his majestic image, kind but bold, his face is always filled with arrogance that makes it difficult to raise jealousy and resentment.

A benevolent, great, one of the strongest wizards in the world, rightly so.

Rozier watched Sean quietly, doing the same thing as Lord Grindelwald.

No wonder he is a master and apprentice, no wonder Lord Grindelwald likes him so much...

Rozier could only sigh inwardly at this time.

After a while, she had another small thought.

If, I mean if...

If I want to get closer to Lord Grindelwald, can I start with Sean...

Sean, who perfectly played the image of Grindelwald, didn't even know that the current headmaster of Nurmengard and the glamorous woman who was Grindelwald's strongest confidant was thinking about it...

Otherwise, he would definitely sigh.

The straight daughter is chasing the base, it's far away...

As he was talking, when he was about to reach the chairman's office, a group of people suddenly appeared at the corner of the corridor, led by a man in a neat suit.

Sean Yile, he is familiar with this person.

At the beginning of the night in Paris, he was taken to the interrogation room for personal inquiries, and the inquisitor was the one in front of him, Mark Ponte.

Later, he pretended to be possessed by Voldemort in Nurmengard, and successfully "unblocked" the parasite after Professor Rosier's battle. Later, he came to deal with the follow-up matters at the scene, and invited the person who Snape gave him the "polygraph", also this Mark Ponte.

It seems that our Mr. Ponte is indeed very capable and does a good job.

Mark Ponte didn't know that the Grindelwald in front of him was Sean, the third-year wizard who had been interrogated many times by him. He kept a serious expression and walked over quickly.

"Mr. Grindelwald, the joint representatives of the Ministry of Magic of the United Kingdom, France and other countries have invited you to participate in a private meeting." Mark Ponte was neither humble nor arrogant, but looked quite imposing, "In addition, what happened a few days ago in British Magic An accident in the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry also needs your answer."

The young saints who had just been encouraged by Sean stood in front all of a sudden, with gloomy expressions on their faces.

"Are you questioning the new president of the International Federation of Wizards, this gentleman?" Abernathy maintained the demeanor of the president's secretary, but his words were already extremely cold.

"Don't be so excited. Abernathy."

Sean, oh no, it's Grindelwald.

He looked at each other with a smile, until Ponte couldn't help arching his neck and his throat twitched slightly, then he took a step closer, and then slowly turned to his side.

He moved his ears closer: "Sorry?"

Ponte panicked, but he still remembered the command above: "Grindelwald won't do anything to you, you have to be stronger."

Thinking of this, he reluctantly kept his waist straight, and then replied in a deep voice: "I think I made it clear just now, Mr. Grindelwald—ah!"

Ponte fell to his knees, his body twitching violently.

Behind him, several wizards who had been waiting for him immediately raised their wands and aimed them at Rozier.

The other party just used the Unforgivable Charm in public? !

Rozier didn't even look at those people, she retracted her wand gracefully, her voice flat as water.

"When facing the new chairman, I think I have to teach some people what respect is."

Well done, it fits the mentality of a Grindelwald fan, but this Cruciatus is really cruel, and I might not be able to avoid it...

Sean complimented inwardly, and he frowned at Rozier a little reproachfully: "Vita, how can you treat our guests like this?"

"I was reckless, please punish, Lord Grindelwald." Professor Rozier immediately lowered his head.

Sean looked troubled and thought for a while, and finally waved his hand generously: "Forget it, for the sake of you're not hurt—but pay attention next time."

"Thank you for your kindness,"

Ponte fell to his knees and let out a silent wailing, and the wizards behind him thought it was extremely absurd.

What do you mean for the sake of not getting hurt? ! It was obviously that woman who attacked Mr. Ponte! kindness? !

What was even more irritating was that they dared not refute the man named Grindelwald.

Sean bent down and glanced at Ponte, then slowly stood up straight, his hands behind his back.

"What did this gentleman say just now, you guys, repeat it?"

repeat? ! Those few people took a step back in unison, all the souls of the dead!

When you let us repeat, can you stop burning that blue flame in your hands! right behind you! We all saw it!

The remaining few people are suffering and can't tell, and they regret it in their hearts. Why did they catch up with this errand by themselves?

"Huh? Isn't my question worth answering?" Sean's eyes narrowed slightly.

The temperature in the entire corridor seemed to drop by more than ten degrees immediately, and the biting air made people breathless!

Just when the few people were in a dilemma, a hoarse voice sounded.

"Grindelwald, you don't need to embarrass a few juniors, right?"

The Lord is here...

Sean smiled slightly, the blue flame in his hand did not go out, he made a happy and mocking sound.

"It's a surprise - the shadow of darkness dared to appear in front of me."

"I'm here to talk to you, Grindelwald, don't go too far!" The hoarse voice brought a bit of anger.

But Sean stood there and didn't move, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his smile was wanton and wild.

"It seems that you don't know what politeness is for a long time? Please allow me to tell you good news-" Sean raised his chin, his eyes were cold and ruthless, "I have served as the headmaster of Nurmengard, and most of all Good at...teaching and educating people—"

In the corner where the hoarse voice came from, two people in black robes looked at each other.

They are communicating in ways that no one else can feel.

"Grindelwald is tougher than expected..."

"After all, he has mastered half the power of the wizarding world..."

"I'm afraid we can't talk about it?"

"Can't talk... Forget it, we can't grasp Grindelwald... But we still have to talk, keep in mind our original purpose..."

"Um…"

The exchange was only for a split second, and the hoarse voice said: "It was me who didn't think about it... Mr. Grindelwald, we hope you can talk to us. After all, no one wants to see the wizarding world fall apart, doesn't it?"

Softened so soon? Sean became vigilant in his heart, which showed that the other party had other purposes...

However, he no longer needs to remain unreasonable.

Sean took away the blue flame in his palm and smiled evilly: "Ha, it's interesting..."

After that, he stepped over Ponte, who was still twitching, and walked towards the source of the sound.

A man in black robe waited there, and then led him to a room.

Looking at the other party's floating posture, Sean became more and more vigilant. The returnee actually showed up to negotiate with Grindelwald?

Although Grindelwald has always known the existence of the returnees, these guys have always been secretive and never exposed to the public eye.

Interesting...

When he stepped into the door, Sean finally saw the main person who came to talk this time. The other party did not cover his face, and the pearl white body appeared in front of Sean's eyes.

It was a middle-aged man with a typical Caucasian appearance. He was extremely tall, more than two meters tall, with thick lips, strong muscular lines, and perfectly symmetrical eyebrows on both sides.

Appearance features have confirmed the identity of the other party, typical of ancient Greeks.

The other party was a powerful wizard in the prosperous period of ancient Greece, and then returned to this world as a half-ghost.

Moreover, for some reason, Sean always felt that the other party was a little familiar. It was not that he had seen the other party himself, but that he had seen some kind of image that used the other party as a template, but the description was not accurate enough...

"Grindelwald, you should know who I am, but I still have to introduce myself." The hoarse voice seemed to be a common feature of the returnees, but the other party's voice was full of pride and confidence. "The old man's name is An De Ross."

Sean was slightly surprised, the other party was the famous Andrews in history? !

No wonder it's familiar, I've seen it on a chocolate frog picture. Although it doesn't look like it, there is always a similar charm.

The invincible Andros, born in Greece in the classical period, is the only certified powerful wizard in history who has the patron saint of giants.

At the same time, UU Reading He is also famous for his powerful magic, and many people can't even take one of his magic spells.

Although shocked in his heart, Sean was still calm on the surface, he even chuckled lightly, and then sat directly on the opposite sofa and raised his legs gracefully.

"Nice self-introduction." He clapped his hands perfunctorily.

Andros' pearl white face didn't show much expression, he just said in a deep voice: "Grindelwald, you are the most proud wizard I have ever seen."

Sean brushed his sleeves and said indifferently, "I allow you to replace that word with - conceited."

Andros narrowed his eyes slightly.

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