Wizards of Hogwarts

If Graves were still Graves, he would never ask Newt this question.

As the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Percival Graves has a powerful position and a strong will. How could he care about a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher in the magic school on the other side of the Atlantic? Note 1

But in fact, Graves ceased to be Graves a few months ago.

The middle-aged wizard named "Graves" who is now sitting in front of Newt and questioning him is actually another person. The real Graves had been killed long ago.

As the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and the right-hand man of the President of Congress, Graves's magical level exceeds that of most other Aurors in the Magic Congress. He has very superb dueling skills and can fight without speaking spells or using a wand. In case of using some simple magic

So, who can subdue this powerful Auror without anyone noticing, and perfectly disguise himself for such a long time under the eyes of the Chairman of the Magic Congress?

Someone who also disappeared for several months can answer this question.

Gellert Grindelwald.

That's right, the person who replaced Graves was none other than the Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald, who had previously turned Europe upside down.

Newt naturally didn't know about this. He just stayed silent for a while and then said, "I really don't know."

Graves No, it should be Grindelwald now.

Grindelwald did not hesitate this time. The question about Dumbledore just now was actually a bit wrong.

This time, as soon as Newt finished speaking, Grindelwald immediately said: "So secretly releasing a group of dangerous creatures here is just an accident, right?"

Newt asked, "Why would I do this on purpose?"

Grindelwald said: "You want the wizarding world to be exposed and you want to provoke a war between the magical and non-magical worlds."

"Mass killing for the greater good, you mean this"

"Yes, that's right."

"I am not a fanatical believer in Grindelwald, Mr. Graves, and the slogans he used to rally his partisans have no appeal to me," Newt said.

Grindelwald, disguised as Graves, once again changed his expression somewhat abnormally, and Newt's words seemed to hit him in a sore spot.

The air was stagnant for two seconds.

A faint smile appeared on "Graves"'s face: "Well, I'm curious, how do you want to explain this to me, Mr. Scamander."

Grindelwald picked up the wand that belonged to Graves, waved it slowly, and a ball of black oily substance wrapped in a magic energy field slowly floated up from the gap under the interrogation table. It was exactly what was in the suitcase. The blob in the snowfield habitat.

Grindelwald hovered the mass on the table. It beat, spun, and hissed rhythmically as if it were alive.

Elrohir frowned, and Tina's eyes widened in shock.

Newt instinctively turned to Tina. He stared into those eyes filled with shock and said quickly: "This is an Obscurus. It's not what you think. I was trying to find a way to get rid of the little Sudanese girl when I was saving her." I wanted to take it home and study it carefully. But it can't survive outside the box. It won't hurt anyone, Tina."

Elrohir was also waiting for Newt's explanation, but Newt seemed not to remember that he had said before that "when the Obscurus dies, the Obscurus usually disappears with it."

"That is to say, it is useless without a host." Grindelwald's words were perfectly timed to break the strange mood of affectionate look between Newt and Tina.

"Useless, useless." Newt turned his head and chewed the word twice. His tone also changed from doubt to anger, "It was because of the parasitic encroachment of that magical power that I killed a child. What can you use this kind of thing for?"

Grindelwald obviously realized his mistake. He stood up, ignored Newt's question, and continued to point the finger at Newt.

"You can't fool anyone, Mr. Scamander." Grindelwald said quickly. "You brought this Obscurus to New York City in the hope of provoking a large-scale conflict, trampling on the law of secrecy, and exposing the wizarding world to the public. "

"You know it's not going to hurt anyone and you know that," Newt retorted firmly.

Grindelwald ignored him at all: "You have committed the crime of treason and betrayed the wizarding community, so you will be sentenced to death immediately. Miss Goldstein, and this Mr. Elrohir, have helped you as accomplices."

Newt panicked and said, "No, this has nothing to do with them at all."

"They will all receive the same sentence, and the death penalty will be executed immediately. I will personally inform President Picqueri." Grindelwald asked the three executioners in white robes to lead the three Elrohirs out of the interrogation room.

Elrohir took a deep look at "Graves" and his eyes stayed on the wand in his hand for a while.

"The place is wrong, it's not the time yet." Elrohir warned herself in her heart.

Passing through a long black metal corridor, at the end of the corridor is a pure white cell. A chair is suspended by magic over a pool in the cell. The pool is filled with undulating black potion.

Elrohir, Newt, and Tina were escorted into this room by three executioners.

Tina cried and said to the witch who pointed the wand at her head: "Please don't do this, Bernadette, please."

"It won't hurt, it will pass soon."

Tina, who was emotionally broken, was the first to be led to the death potion pool. Her breathing was rapid and heavy.

The smiling executioner raised his wand, put it to Tina's temple, and extracted a happy memory from her mind.Tina, who was originally crying, calmed down instantly, and her expression became dazed and dazed.

Elrohir felt a chill in her heart. This method is so disgusting.

The executioner threw Tina's memory into the pool of death potion. The potion rolled and undulated, and happy scenes from Tina's life began to emerge in the pool, seducing the dazed Tina step by step toward the pool.The chair hanging in the middle of the pool also floated over in time, allowing her to sit on it.

Tina sat on the chair, staring at the pool of death potion below with a smile on her face. The rolling pool water rose higher and higher against gravity, as if it was going to swallow her up.

"Okay, now it's your turn. Although I can't bear it, please let me." The fair-faced blond witch stretched out her wand towards Elrohir.

Elrohir gave her a cold smile, making the blonde witch look stunned.

next moment.

Elrohir kicked his foot, and his figure suddenly stepped back. He was so fast that he missed the wand pointed at the temple by the witch.

Jingle Bell

Opening her arms, the iron chain of the shackles was instantly pulled to the straightest position. The thumb-thick chain followed the direction of the movement of the arms and circled around the witch's neck, tying her arms and head together.

With a click, the blonde witch's head was twisted to a strange angle, and the wand originally held in her hand also fell to the ground. Until she died, there was still a trace of disbelief on her face, and her beautiful blue pair of His eyes widened.

"What?" The witch named Bernadette turned around in horror.

Elrohir didn't waste any time. She stepped forward and kicked her and her wand into the potion pool. The potion stirred up thick black foam, and Bernadette was instantly swallowed up before she could even let out a scream.

On the other side, Newt, whose handcuffs were quietly opened by Bowtruckle Pickett, also seized this opportunity and released the Winged Demon he had been carrying, knocking the unconscious executioner next to him to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, two of the three executioners were dead and one was unconscious.

Elrohir, who was tense, let out a breath. Although there is no way to survive in close combat these days, you two long-range scumbags are just standing next to yourself, a warrior assassin. Who gave you the courage to really treat him? Don't know how to kill people