I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

Poland.

Inge Griffiths gave a speech on the stage, and the cheers and fanaticism of the crowd seemed like a group of brainwashed fanatics.

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

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

Lippi mingled with the crowd, appalled by Inge Griffith's supporters.

He was there when the attack happened.

He was keenly aware that something was wrong with the attacker.

When he came to the small building where the attacker was, Lippi looked at the shocking blood.

"He turned men into beasts."

Lippi gasped.

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

But this group of people used the most primitive and brutal methods to kill a life alive.

The most frightening thing is that no one in the masses feels that such an approach is inappropriate.

Instead, they rejoice that justice has been done for them.

They cheer, they celebrate.

Justice supersedes all in that moment.

"If I attacked, I wouldn't choose this place." Lippi stood where the pool of blood was.

As an assassin, the choice here is not correct.

There is no escape route, there is not enough cover, and it will even be exposed to everyone's eyes at the first time.

"If a follower of Grindelwald is determined to die, he should be closer."

Lippi muttered to himself, he accepted the old Batty's order to stay in Poland.

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

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

Lippi inside the iron drum is the only key to solve the case.

A terrible thought popped into his mind.

"He's courting death."

Staring at the place where the blood coagulated, Li Pi grasped the tail of the truth.

Recalls the laugh when the attacker died.

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

This attack made Inge's fans in Poland unite into an iron wall, making the entire magical society open to the outside world like never before.

Moreover, the attention and understanding of the situation in Poland by the international magic community will infinitely magnify the prestige of the Polish Minister of Magic.

Thinking of this terrible thought, the hairs on Lippi's body stood on end.

What kind of person is this that 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 to send the Polish Minister of Magic to the altar.

"Inge Griffith, who spent the first half of his life doing nothing, became a sensation all over the world after Grindelwald appeared."

Lippi has already caught a trace of the tail, and 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 procession, and walked in.

He needs to be very careful, in this place, he is alone.

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

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

There was another body there.

The dead can't speak, but the corpse of the dead can let people know everything they have experienced.

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starry night.

Polish Ministry of Magic.

Lippi stole a coat by chance, and after the change, he mixed into the Ministry of Magic.

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

"The corpses will be placed on the bottom level."

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

The body of the famous Grindelwald will definitely not be disposed of casually.

That dead body was a symbol of England's heroes.

Lippi was still thinking about the escalator rumbling down.

"That scar doesn't seem to be formed normally."

For wizards, ordinary scars can be magically removed, or potions can be used to restore themselves.

There is only one exception.

That is black magic.

The existence of Grindelwald's level is almost impossible to hurt himself in black magic.

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

Then, as Batty Sr. guessed, that corpse might not be Grindelwald.

But why does the corpse look like Grindelwald?

In the wizarding world, even the Animagus has a way of revealing its true form.

Lippi is still an excellent person in Transfiguration, and he doesn't think a dead person can hide it from him.

Then it is another method, not compound medicine, nor transfiguration.

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

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

It was the Auror who chased Lippi away in the lobby last time.

The tall Auror came in with three Aurors.

Lippi lowered his sense of presence, and he shrank in the corner, thankful that he also wore a hat by the way.

"Are you going to the black area?"

The voice rang in his ears, it was that of a tall Auror.

Lippi realized that he was asking himself, he lowered his voice to change his voice, and said, "Director Grimm asked me to go down and look for the file."

The black area, that place is near the archives.

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

Observer?

Lippi silently memorized the code name, the elevator arrived at the Auror's office, and several Aurors walked out.

Before leaving, the tall slender Auror paused and said, "The picket section isn't that scary, so don't shrink your head."

The Picket Section is an Auror team that reports directly to the Minister for Magic.

Lippi has seen the picket section break into the homes of those 'corrupts' many times these days, take them back to the Ministry of Magic and never show up again.

This is a military institution used to consolidate the regime, but it is loved by the Polish people.

What they like most is to see the pickets break into the homes of rich people who are so fat and oily, and drag out the corrupt people like dead pigs and send them to prison.

The doors of the lift are closed.

Lippi, who kept his head down, wiped off his cold sweat.

He thought he was exposed.

If he was caught in the Ministry of Magic, how he would be dealt with would be a problem.

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.

Officials from the British Ministry of Magic appearing in foreign Ministry of Magic without permission is the bigger problem.

The lights of the lifts show floors pulsating.

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

This is where the most secret stuff is usually kept.

On the left is the access to the Archives, and on the right is the secret area leading to the Black Sector.

The secret area is dark, and only those who hold the hand of glory can see what's inside.

Lippi came out and stood still, listening for voices.

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

"I'm really lucky. I met a random person who 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, and that thing was put on a shelf, and if detonated, it could engulf the Ministry of Magic.

Of course, Lippi didn't know.

He also reached out and touched it, wondering why such a Muggle item appeared here.

The rust on it shows the age.

Go deep, after a certain distance.

He finally meets Grindelwald.

The corpse was put into a crystal coffin.

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

"Impossible, no compound medicine can last for so long."

He looked at the coffin lid, and now, he had to open it to check it carefully.

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

He blushed, and finally opened it.

There was a heavy landing sound, and the coffin lid was pushed open.

He starts to check.

Approach Grindelwald's corpse with the Hand of Glory.

He examines it carefully.

"what is this?"

He ran his hands under the knee of Grindelwald's calf.

Pulling out a knife to cut open the trouser leg, he stared wide-eyed.

A scar appears on the leg.

Thinking of something, Lippi cut the other trouser leg open.

The same scar appears.

I stretched out my hand and pressed it, the scar has been there for a while.

He touched the corpse's shoulder, and there was something hard.

Concocted according to the law, he cut the clothes open.

Things fell from his shoulders, making the originally tall Grindelwald look full of disobedience in an instant.

"This isn't Grindelwald."

Lippi made a conclusion that this is a person pretending to be Grindelwald.

Not by magic, but by a much simpler method.

"They broke his bones and made them grow back."

Lippi thought of something instantly. They all thought about magic, but forgot that besides them, there were Muggles.

And this technology is in the hands of Muggles.

Lippi started immediately and touched Grindelwald's face a few times.

"There's a foreign object in the nose, and so does the chin."

He was getting more and more frightened, what is this, stuffing something on his face, turning him into another person.

No wonder the Appearance Charm didn't work, because it wasn't magic at all!

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