Chapter 603：

And the saint was drowned in the anger of the people, and he died.

"The people cannot be blamed for this incident. They just protected the heroes."

"We don't know how many people want to kill the hero, but they have to step on the flesh and blood body to do it."

John looked at the comments and felt weird in his heart.

"Poland, which even the Star Disciples cannot enter, will be infiltrated by the Saints at will?" John expressed doubts about this.

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Chapter 619 Entering Poland alone, the truth

Poland.

Inge Griffiths gave a speech on the stage, and the crowd cheered and enthusiastically, just like a group of brainwashed fanatics.

They shouted freedom and punishment, and everyone was injected with the blood called the future, making them burn.

The attacks of the saints made these people firm in their righteousness.

Lippi was among the crowd, and he was frightened by the supporters of Inge Griffiths.

He was present when the attack occurred.

He was keenly aware of something wrong with the attacker.

Arriving at the small building where the attacker was, Lippi looked at the shocking blood stains.

"He turns men into beasts."

Lippi took a breath of air.

In the world of magic, the wand in everyone's hand can emit magic.

But these people used the most primitive and cruel methods to kill a living being.

The most frightening thing is that no one in the public thinks this is inappropriate.

On the contrary, they were happy that they had received justice.

They cheered, they celebrated.

Justice replaced everything at that moment.

"If I were the one to attack, I wouldn't choose this place." Lippi stood where the pool of blood was.

As an assassin, the choice here is not the right one.

There is no way out, there is not enough cover, and you will even be exposed to the public eye for the first time.

"If Grindelwald's followers are determined to die, then he should be closer."

Lippi murmured to himself that he accepted Old Batty's order to stay in Poland.

Thanks to this, he can conduct investigations among the fanatical people.

Poland now is an iron barrel, surrounding the entire magical society.

The lippi inside the iron barrel is the only key to solving the case.

A terrible thought came to his mind.

"He's looking for death."

Staring at the place where the blood coagulated, Lippi grasped the tail of the trace of truth.

Recalling the attacker’s laughter when he died.

That's not fear, it's a kind of sacrifice.

This attack united Inge's supporters in Poland into an iron wall, making the entire magical society more open to the outside world than ever before.

Furthermore, the international magical community's attention and understanding of the situation in Poland will infinitely amplify the prestige of the Polish Minister of Magic.

Thinking of this terrible thought, the hair on Lippi's body stood up.

What kind of person is this, who can make people willing to die in a painful way?

He was beaten to death by the angry people.

This is a sacrifice, a sacrifice that brings the Polish Minister of Magic to the altar.

"Inge Griffiths, who did nothing in the first half of his life, became a sensation all over the world after Grindelwald appeared."

Lippi has caught a trace of the tail. By following this tail, he can understand the truth bit by bit.

"Grindelwald, Griffith, I need to find out."

He put on his hood, looked at the team participating in the parade, and walked in.

He needs to be extremely careful. In this place, he is alone.

He could have left now, but he knew that this bit of information was not evidence at all.

The only way is to sneak into the Ministry of Magic.

There is another body there.

The dead cannot speak, but their bodies can let people know everything they have experienced.

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Starry night.

Polish Ministry of Magic.

Lippi stole a set of coats, and after the change, he infiltrated the Ministry of Magic.

The last time he and old Batty came here, he had basically figured out the structure inside.

"The corpse will be placed on the bottom floor."

He walked into the elevator and pressed the button, thinking silently in his mind.

The corpse of the famous Grindelwald would definitely not be disposed of casually.

That corpse is a symbol of British heroism.

The elevator rumbled down, and Lippi was still thinking.

"That scar doesn't look like it formed normally."

For wizards, ordinary scars can be eliminated with magic, or they can be restored using potions.

There is only one exception.

That is black magic.

It is almost impossible for an existence at Grindelwald's level to harm himself with black magic.

With Grindelwald's strength, no one can leave scars on him.

Then, as Barty Sr. guessed, the body might not be Grindelwald.

But why does the corpse look like Grindelwald?

In the magical world, even Animagus has a way to reveal his true form.

After all, Lippi was still an excellent person in the art of transformation. He didn't think that a dead man could hide it from him.

Then there is another method, not compound potion, nor transfiguration.

The elevator stopped, Lippi looked ahead, and he quickly lowered his head.

The elevator fence was opened, and a familiar face came into view.

It was the Auror who chased Lippi away from the hall last time.

The tall Auror came in with three Aurors.

Lippi lowered his sense of presence and huddled in the corner, thankful that he had conveniently put on a hat.

"Are you going to the dark area?"

The voice rang in my ears, it belonged to the tall Auror.

Lippi reacted by asking himself. He lowered his voice to change his voice and said, "Director Grimm asked me to go down and search for files."

The black area, that place is near the archives room.

The tall Auror raised his eyebrows upon hearing this and said, "It seems that Director Grimm is too busy with the 'observers' these days."

Observer?

Lippi silently wrote down the code name. The elevator arrived at the Auror office and several Aurors walked out.

Before leaving, the tall Auror paused and said, "The picket department is not that scary. There is no need to shrink your head."

The Picket Section is the Auror team directly under the Minister of Magic.

Lippi has seen many times these days that pickets break into the homes of those 'corrupt people' and take them back to the Ministry of Magic, never to be seen again.

This is an armed institution used to consolidate power, but it is loved by the Polish people.

What they like most is to see the pickets breaking into the homes of those extremely fat and wealthy people, dragging out the corrupt like dead pigs and sending them to prison.

The elevator door is closed.

Lippi, who had been lowering his head, wiped away the cold sweat.

He thought he was exposed.

If you are caught in the Ministry of Magic, how you will be dealt with is a question.

I'm afraid he will be executed as a gangster who assassinated the Minister of Magic.

As for the British Ministry of Magic?

Who cares about him?

Officials from the British Ministry of Magic appear in other countries' Ministry of Magic without permission. This is a bigger problem.

The lights on the elevator display floor are beating.

When the number becomes ten, he reaches the black area.

The most confidential things are usually placed here.

The left side leads to the archives room, and the right side leads to the secret area of ​​the black area.

The secret area is dark, and only those holding the Hand of Glory can see what's inside.

Lippi came out and stood quietly, listening for any sounds.

After making sure there was no one, he took out the Hand of Glory from the inner pocket of his coat.

"I'm really lucky. A random person I met turned out to be an employee of the black zone."

Lippi lit the Hand of Glory with his magic wand, but the meager candlelight was the sense of security he could rely on.

Walking towards the black area, Lippi saw many relics from the last war in the black area.

He saw a missile, which was placed on a shelf. If it exploded, it could engulf the Ministry of Magic.

Of course, Lippi didn’t know.

He also reached out and touched it, secretly wondering how such a Muggle item could appear here.

The rust stains on it tell the time.

Go deeper and after passing a certain distance.

He finally met Grindelwald.

The body was placed in the crystal coffin.

Through the transparent crystal, Lippi looked carefully at the man's appearance.

"Impossible, no compound medicine can last that long."

He looked at the coffin lid. As of now, he could only open it and inspect it carefully.

He pushed hard, and the coffin lid moved only a little.