Chapter 349: “The Wind Blows”


    There was no shouting, no ferocious agitation. Grindelwald just expressed his views calmly and sincerely. Because of this, the wizards surrounding him became increasingly passionate.


    “I never call our actions a war, but an action to protect our rights.” Grindelwald stretched out his hands, “Go, my friends, go back to your ces.”


    The corners of his mouth slightly curled up, “It’s time for us to act.”


    The crowd didn’t hesitate at all, and they all apparated away. In the end, only a few people remained. Grindelwald approached a person with his hands behind his back and patted him on the shoulder.


    “Anton, you and I are getting old.”


    The white-haired old man took off his hood and greeted Grindelwald.


    “Lord Grindelwald, when you called me again, I felt that I was younger than before and jumping for joy.” The white-haired old man had a calm face.


    However, his face is now full of loyalty and fanaticism. If there are older wizards here, they will find that the person in front of them is former president of the International Confederation of Wizards, Anton Vogel.


    In the International Confederation of Wizards, some higher-level people know more about this person.


    Decades ago, when Anton Vogel was president of the International Confederation of Wizards, he repeatedly opposed those who were not on Grindelwald’s side and strongly supported him. At the same time, this person has secretly carried out many things against Dumbledore.


    Many see Anton as a strong, iron-fisted leader. But what is surprising is that when Grindelwald and Dumbledore shook hands and made peace, Anton suddenly quieted down. Even Anton didn’t show much interest in the subsequent election. He didn’t even pave the way for his own people, so he just handed over the power in his hand.


    It’s just that he left many of his own forces at the time. Decadester, his grandson Charles Vogel sessfully became the current International Confederation of Wizards leader.


    “Anton, we need more allies, and we need to wake up more people.” Grindelwald said slowly.


    Anton nodded, “The arrangement has already begun at Charles’s ce, and the people we left have also started to act. Everything you asked for has been arranged.”


    “Very good, my old friend,” Grindelwald smiled with satisfaction, “By the way, the Guards kept the pressure and still found the animal. It doesn’t matter if I can get it, but I want you to make sure that the Qilin does not fall into the hands of those people.”


    “Yes, Lord Grindelwald. I have a question: if you can’t get a Qilin, what will happenter?”


    “Don’t worry,” Grindelwald smiled casually, “It should be mine, and it wille to me anyway.”


    Although Anton was a little puzzled, he knew that Grindelwald had his own n, and the current n should have been implemented decades ago. He believed that this great wizard before him would lead them all to a new world.


    Anton and the remaining wizards left, and Grindelwald was the only one left.


    He looked at the moon hanging in the sky, seemed to be whispering to himself, and seemed to be sighing to the world, “Albus, why did you go back to the past?”


    “A new page is about to open. Are you ready to stand against me again?”


    He nced at the dark shadows in the distance and then turned his head.


    Grindelwald’s smile grew stronger.


    —-


    At the Guards secret base.


    “Why did Grindelwald give the animal to Dumbledore?” Allison frowned.


    In front of him, a hooded figure floating in mid-air said, “He probably discovered my subordinates. This may be a cover deliberately done by Grindelwald.”


    Allison flicked the cigarette ash, nced at the man, and said softly, “Can you make sure that Dumbledore is on our side?”


    The man’s voice was decisive, “No matter what Dumbledore’s thoughts are, he must be in a cooperative rtionship with us at present, and it is absolutely impossible for him to work with Grindelwald.”


    Hearing what he said, Alison felt a little relieved.


    He knew that this group of guys who called themselves “Returners” were very mysterious, and they also held wizarding secrets that few people knew.


    After thinking for a while, Allison said, “Whether this is Grindelwald’s n or not, our n remains the same.”


    “Why?”


    Allison smiled, “No matter what Grindelwald’s goal is now, his ultimate goal must be to let wizards rule the world. Moreover, we must not follow in his footsteps when dealing with people like Grindelwald. Using the corresponding means to deal with him when he makes a move?”


    “No, no, no. That’s not how we act when we’re dealing with a Seer like him. Continue our actions and tell everyone to be careful. I want the election of the International Confederation of Wizards to proceed as scheduled.”


    “And…” Allison smiled, “The more chaotic this world is, the better it is for us.”


    The Returner nodded in agreement and asked again, “Where’s Barty Jr?”


    “In the prison’s lower level, do you need to take him away?”


    “Well, I’ll have someonee and take him away in a few days.”


    “That guy is very fanatical. He has been here for so many days but hasn’t given us anything. It’s normal for someone who can cast the Imperius Curse on his father.”


    “Don’t worry,” the Returnerughed, “a fanatical servant will confess everything to his master.”


    —–


    Sean was busy looking through the materials left by Ravenw, trying to glean some useful information from the manuscripts. It is a pity that time travel is an extremely dangerous activity for wizards of any era, and even Ravenw did not leave much information.


    However, Sean did find some other useful information, which pointed to the identity of the group Sean had been searching for, The Returners.


    One of Ravenw’s manuscripts refers to the Misty Land, the area between the real world and the underworld.


    After a wizard dies, their soul will temporarily stay there. Some souls go to die happily, and some souls cannot give up their obsessions and choose to return to the real world as ghosts.


    No matter how they choose, the wizard is dead, and the magic power will also dissipate in this world. However, there is another situation that can ur.


    The most famous wizard in the world, Merlin, seems to have invented a special spell. This spell can preserve the magic power of the dead wizard. Using the same blood and ancient magic, the magic power of the dead will be transferred.


    But this kind of transfer has a limitation: someone needs to enter the Misty Land tomunicate with the original owner of the magic power.


    Ravenw mentioned this part. ording to her, this spell has been lost with the passing of Merlin. Information about transferring the magic power, the body, the soul, and everything is not exined.


    However, this information was enough for Sean to make a judgment.


    Grindelwald once mentioned to him that all Returners are wizards who died a long time ago and have returned to the real world in an unknown way. Moreover, a few Returners that Grindelwald came into contact with at the beginning were all insane, and they even became lunatics. But their strength is not strong, and they can only affect reality weakly.


    Sean suspects that the group of Returners returned because of Merlin’s spell.


    Using this spell to preserve their magic power, enter the Misty Land tomunicate with the souls who have not left and transfer the preserved magic power.


    This was Sean’s thought, and he always remembered that Voldemort seemed to have some kind of connection with the group of Returners. It must be admitted that Voldemort has a great say in the study of souls. They are all experts in the field of souls, and they happen to be connected.


    “I just don’t know how many people there are in that group of so-called Returners and what kind of strength they possess.” Sean muttered to himself.


    If one of the Returners could be caught for interrogation, many of his current doubts would be solved.


    It’s just that among the ghosts Sean hase into contact with so far, the Horned Serpent is the weirdest one. But Professor Dumbledore dealt with that problem, and the Horned Serpent never appeared again.


    Another person who may know the relevant information is Gorith Gaunt, but the Basilisk haspletely petrified her, and Sean is not going to rescue her at all.


    The only option left was the man Gorith Gaunt had mentioned.


    “The great Szar Slytherin…”


    Sean didn’t know the specific situation at the time, but now he can guess a lot.


    Perhaps, like The Returner, the ghost of Szar Slytherin’s magic has awakened. If it is said that it is the real Szar Slytherin, then Sean is not worried that his life will be threatened.


    Although he is a radical, pure-blood believer, he will not kill the lives of the students. In his opinion, it’s a very shameful and shameless thing. Sean’s concern was that maybe Szar Slytherin wasn’t in a very sane state.


    Of course, there is a possibility that Szar Slytherin might not have woken up at all after Dumbledore dealt with it.


    “It’s quite a situation…” Sean looked out. It was the girls’ bathroom on the second floor, which was the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets.


    It’s a pity that the Room of Requirement can’t open a door there; otherwise, Sean can take a sneak peek.


    “Hah, so many things to think about…” Sean sighed.


    If he could have the strength of Dumbledore or Grindelwald now, he wouldn’t have so many worries.


    Sean walked out of the Room of Requirement but happened to meet Stephanie at the corner. Although she still had that expressionless face, the emotion in her eyes was clearly visible.


    “Hello, Stephanie,” Sean greeted.


    Stephanie looked up and saw Sean, and she brushed her hair together.


    “Hello, Sean.” She greeted softly.


    “What are you going to do? Professor Flitwick told me before that there would be lunchter. It’s best to eat before going to bed,” Sean said.


    The time is wrong again. Today is October 30th, and a full twenty hours have passed, but it is still daytime. Professor Flitwick said it mayst for more than forty hours or even longer today.


    Today happened to be Sunday, but now the Ministry of Magic has strict regtions. Dementors wander outside every day, and none of the outdoor activities that students love can be held.


    In addition, most people’s recognition of time was messed up. People often can be seen eating lunch while others have already started to sleep.


    Stephanie didn’t seem to want to meet Sean’s eyes. She rubbed her shoes on the ground ufortably and said softly, “I still have some things to do.”


    “Alright then, then I won’t bother you. I’m going to eat. See youter.” Sean passed her and walked towards the Great Hall.


    After taking two steps, Stephanie stopped him, and her voice sounded a little hesitant.


    “Sean, how is your mastery of ancient runes now?” She suddenly asked


    Sean shrugged, “Better than before. Ravenw’s manuscripts are helpful, but I get dizzy when I look at the runes for too long, given her manuscripts are all written in runes, and some of their knowledge is also very profound. All in all, I still have some problems, but at least there is progress. “


    After listening to Sean’s words, Stephanie raised her head slightly, “If you’re learning an introductory rune knowledge, would it be better if Ravenw’s exnation apanies it?”


    “That should be much better. But does she have such information?”


    Sean was a little puzzled. He checked carefully, and


    Ravenw didn’t seem to keep such easy-to-read rune manuscripts.


    “Yes.” Stephanie nodded to him, said goodbye, and left quickly.


    Sean was really confused by this.