Hogwarts: Dirge of Magic

On the boundless sea, the wind swept through the dark clouds...

On the coastline of the British Peninsula, in a cave on an unknown island.

The hole was wide open, but under the shield of magic, no wind and rain drifted into it.

In the center of the cave is a warm and beating bonfire, and the rain curtain outside the barrier is like opening the hatch of an airplane in a storm.

The thin layer of barrier actually makes the environment on both sides very different.

However, the cozy fire was also shaken by the tail wind brought by a group of uninvited guests.

Leader: "Call me from all over the world, hoping to tell me good news. Bell"

Bell: "Yes, Sir Charles."

The leader is a man in a black windbreaker, his name is Osmy Charles, with a grimace mask on his face and three lines drawn across his shoulders, he is the most powerful person here.

The men who reported to him wore gray uniforms with only two lines on their shoulders.

As for the rest, surrounded by them without saying a word, they were in black uniforms with only a line on their shoulders.

Clement Bell, a man in a gray uniform, followed Charles' pace.

In his mouth, he kept reporting the news of his investigation to the officer.

In the deepest part of the cave, in the shadows, a bald and wretched old man was tied up here.

Charles came to stand in front of him, turned his head slightly, and asked Bell behind him.

Charles: "That's him?"

Bell: "Yes, sir"

"Sir, what did I do wrong? Why did you arrest me..." The bald old man's face was pale, his face was covered with beads of sweat, his lips were pale, and the corners of his mouth were trembling as he spoke.

Before Charles came, the old man was severely abused, although there were no traces on his body.

"No, no, no, you didn't do anything wrong, you just know too much. Let me ask you to answer, don't suffer less? Understood?" Seeing that Bell was sure, Charles squatted in front of the old man, and said to the old man with an oppressive manner .

The old man didn't answer, his attitude was very tough.

That's right, people who have been in the underground to such an age are not cruel and ruthless, but have a strong will, and they have long been wiped out.

Charles chuckled slightly.

As soon as he raised his hand, a black figure landed on top of the old man's head.

The old man who was still stubborn just now broke out in cold sweat and shivered all over.

It was an instinctive fear of the body, and the will couldn't stop it.

It turned out that the black figure was a pure black and red-eyed Winged Demon, and the Winged Demon was lying on the back of the old man's head, sniffing his few hairs with its small nose.

"Sir, why don't you just search his memory?" Bell said.

"This kind of person, if you don't break his psychological defense, he will tell you a false news and let you fall into the hands of his companions."

Charles chuckled and answered for his subordinates.

Bell was dumbfounded, he took a few steps back and decided to keep silent, and carefully watched how Chief Charles interrogated.

Charles replied to Wa Bell's words without saying anything, but got up and stood up straight, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

And under his windbreaker, he suddenly swelled and wriggled up, revealing a monkey head with pustules on the top of his head and a long fluffy tail from time to time.

"Okay! Bell, let's see how different this old guy's news is from yours."

Turns out, Charles was just waiting, waiting for the Grimm scarab to inject its venom, the super-powerful veritaserum.

It's a pity that the side effects are huge. After the interrogation, the old man will become a vegetable.Otherwise, Veritaserum will lose its market.

Charles stared into the old man's eyes, and said in a low voice.

"Tell me, where did you transport the Norman dragon's blood grass?"

The old man's dementia eyes did not fluctuate, and there was no sign of struggle in his body.

He said in a hoarse voice. "On the last Saturday before Halloween, there's an auction at the Pig's Head in Hogsmeade..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man fell silent, and the saliva began to flow from the corner of his mouth.

No trace of Occlumency use!Charles found the news solid.

He got up and looked at Bell with questioning eyes.

Bell looked ecstatic, and he celebrated to Charles again and again.

"That's right! That's the information I inquired about! The herbal medicine auction held at the Pig's Head Bar, there are many rare herbs for auction."

Just when Charles wanted to ask about the details of the Pig's Head Bar.

A voice interrupted their conversation.

"Albus Dumbledore's younger brother, Aberforth Dumbledore, is the owner of the Hog's Head."

"take it easy!"

Seeing everyone staring at him with vigilant eyes.

The person who came showed a thin arm with a swastika tattoo on it.

As the tattoos glowed slightly, everyone's faces softened.

"consultant?"

Charles seemed to know something, he signaled everyone to put down their guard, and opened his mouth to confirm.

"Yes, I am your advisor for this operation."

Bell heard the words and saw that his own Chief Charles did not speak.

He coughed lightly and broke the silence.

"Sir, can you tell me all the information you know?"

The visitor chuckled and replied with an old and hoarse voice.

"I'm not here to seize power, you can do whatever you want, I'm just afraid that you will be too reckless to complete the task."

In Charles's organization, there is such a rule that the status of an action consultant is equivalent to the top leader who is performing tasks outside.

That is to say, if Charles has five stripes, then the status of advisor is five stripes, and if Charles has only three stripes, then the advisor is the same, but it is also one of the highest powers here.

"The Pig's Head Pub is in Hogsmeade, and Hogsmeade is right next to Hogwarts. Every weekend, students will go to the village to buy various things. Therefore, you have no chance during the day. As far as I know , The auction will be at night. At that time, I will ask the Ministry of Magic to hold a wartime student disposal meeting. The students will return to the castle at night, and the professors of the school will feel relieved to attend the meeting."

This consultant... Charles frowned, why is he so familiar?

"I heard that Hogwarts has bred a group of ball-flying birds?"

Charles probing.

"Yes, last year Hogwarts bought a batch of ball escape birds, and it is said that they have grown to a considerable scale in the Forbidden Forest."

The consultant chuckled, seeing Charles' temptation.

Ball escape birds are currently precious strategic resources, and their blood is the main material for drawing large teleportation arrays.

If it is not an important member of Hogwarts, this news will be difficult to find out.

However, the consultant's playful laughter made Charles wonder whether this consultant was a dark thread sneaked in by the British Ministry of Magic?

Seeing Charles' gloomy expression, the consultant shook his head.

His hoarse voice sounded again under the trembling gray beard.

"Charles, you don't trust the leader's selection of advisors at all!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Charles' face changed.

"I will never question the leader!"

He said impassionedly.

So what are you hesitating about?Charles blushed, and he understood the meaning of the consultant's mocking eyes.

"Brothers, let's take back the Norman Dragon's Blood Grass together!"

Leaders sometimes have a thicker skin, and Charles decisively pretended nothing happened.

"For the eternal existence of the soul!"

The crowd joined in unison.

"For the soul to live forever..."

Charles also murmured quietly...