Hogwarts: The Obscurial War School

"Yes, that's right.

Is it just MACCA? Of course it’s more than that.

Water has a source and trees have roots.

Why does the Magical Congress prohibit Muggles and wizards from interacting so strictly?

These can still be pursued.

But Aurelius doesn't need the rest. It's enough to get to the Magic Congress level.

To be honest, Aurelius now likes the happy education of wizards.

Only three hundred years later, those who experienced the Salem witch-killing incident are still alive.

But most wizards have forgotten this.

They don't understand the preciousness of history, because their history is too short, and their magic is magical enough.

But Aurelius didn't. He knew what it means to read history to be wise, and what you know can be used to draw lessons from the present.

The books he collected included too many history books that had been packed and swept away. This made him understand the wizard community better.

"What should I do?" Queenie took a deep breath and asked.

good news!

As soon as she asked, her heart moved.

"The Magical Congress has stopped your love. If you want to love, you must live without the Magical Congress." Aurelius said.

Queenie is a born Legilimency, but she is not a born master of Occlumency.

If Aurelius wanted to, Queenie's brain couldn't stop him. But he didn't.

It's not because of any superiority, it's mainly because Queenie is proficient in Legilimency 22. Although she can't prevent it, she can detect it. This undoubtedly strengthened her resistance.

Even without Legilimency, Aurelius knew her well enough.

To put it harshly, this girl is a love brain.

In order to be with Jacob, she did not hesitate to turn to Grindelwald, so she could not refuse her own invitation.

"Okay -" Queenie gritted her teeth and accepted.

"Welcome to join you, Queenie." Aurelius stretched out his hand. The woman he had been planning to recruit for nearly a year had finally been acquired!

After receiving Queenie's official surrender, Aurelius was in a good mood.

Even though he can also use Legilimency, Queenie's only beauty seems to have become dispensable.

but it is not the truth.

Aurelius is just a person, and there are only a few people around him now. He feels that the essence is not worth the money.

But as his wings gradually mature in the future, it will inevitably lead to a mixture of dragons and snakes who seek refuge. There are always times when he can't control it, and Queenie is like his clone.

In fact, a born Legilimency is really suitable for being a spy or agent, but Queenie's brain circuit is really dangerous. She needs to use it, but she can't use it casually.

So Aurelius planned to let her be his royal supervisor and another pair of eyes and ears for his whip chief Mo Jiji.

Queenie came to Paris alone and had nowhere to go, so Aurelius directed her to stay in a hiding place.

She came here on an excuse to take a vacation and put on a full show.

And Aurelius couldn't be so unkind as to drive the girl away.

Taking it back to the villa wasn't an option, Tina was there, but Tina wouldn't be able to stay long.

If all goes well, within three days at most, those annoying looks should disappear.

Silently, Aurelius walked out of his room, as if he had never left.

Nagini prepared breakfast for everyone.

After the meal, Aurelius asked Nagini to prepare the evening meal.

Grindelwald will visit tonight.

"You two, do you want to stay together tonight?" Aurelius looked at Newt and Tina.

Newt looked embarrassed, and Tina looked even colder.

"I'll give you a suggestion. If you go out for a walk, you probably don't want to see Grindelwald either."

"no!"

"No?" Aurelius said indifferently: "Then you just stay."

Aurelius didn't care, he really reminded him kindly.

Of course, she was also worried that if Tina, a reckless man, didn't hold back, her villa, which had only been acquired for two days, would suffer.

Aurelius was preparing to entertain Grindelwald in the evening, but people from several forces gathered in Paris.

French Ministry of Magic, Place Furstenberg.

Travers, Theseus and Leta arrived with dozens of Aurors.

The French Ministry of Magic Aurors are handing it over.

Cross-border law enforcement is impossible without reporting to the owner.

In fact, if Travers' famous quote had not come to trouble Grindelwald, the French Ministry of Magic would never have agreed.

"You have no one in the Ministry of Magic? An Auror to receive us?" Travers said dissatisfied.

Who is he? The dignified Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the British Ministry of Magic. Not to mention the Minister of Magic in person, at least he must be at the same level, and even the Director of the Auror Office can be justified.

But he was just an Auror, and he didn't even look like a squad leader.

"Mr. Travers, I'm sorry. I was originally going to ask Chief Kama to greet you, but he suddenly took leave yesterday and a lot of work was unable to be carried out. The director also went to direct it in person. He was definitely not deliberately neglecting you." Auror said bitterly.

"Oh? Is it the Wiccan Party?" Travers suddenly became energetic.

"This... this is not something I can know. Please come with me."

The hall of the French Ministry of Magic looks very fashionable, with constellation patterns painted on the vaulted ceiling and full of Art Nouveau style. This is the open gene that has been injected into the French Ministry of Magic since its establishment.

A hot French girl stood at the front desk, and a group of people passed by. Theseus glanced at the back and saw a somewhat familiar figure - it was a woman, but he didn't think it was a goose.

Sunderland McGonagall has a very suspenseful passing with everyone from the Ministry of Magic!

She had never done this kind of work before and was still a little nervous.

"Thank God, thank you Aberforth." Sunderland watched the people from the Ministry of Magic disappear at the end of the corridor with his peripheral vision, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Beside her was a man who seemed to always have a cold face - Aberforth Dumbledore.

In other words, Aurelius' cheap dad.

"I don't know why he asked me to take you with me, but I hope your professor didn't go through the back door. Our time is very limited." Aberforth leaned closer to Sunderland and moved away.

He spoke forcefully, as was his usual style, "Where are we going?"

"161 Bath Barburn, Albus didn't tell me where that was."

"Mysterious, he's always been like this!" Aberforth muttered dissatisfied, and the two of them stepped onto the elevator leading to the outside world.

Furstenberg Square is the entrance to the French Ministry of Magic.

In the middle of the square, four symmetrical and standard trees stand, with a small bronze decorative statue at the center.

An elevator cage composed entirely of tree branches and roots stopped, and Sunderland and Aberforth stepped out of it.

People were coming and going around, but everyone turned a blind eye.

The Muggle Exorcism Curse, this curse is simply a killer weapon for ordinary people.

It is completely unreasonable to partially block the perception of ordinary people, which is one of the keys to the wizard being able to hide for so many years.

"Well, may I ask, are you wizards? I want to know how to get to the hiding place. This is my first time in Paris."

Sunderland looked at the blond girl in front of me who felt pity for me, and said apologetically: "Sorry, this is our first time in Paris.

"Is that so? Sorry, I'd better go to the Ministry of Magic and ask. I hope they can provide a map of Paris."

"Aberforth? Aberforth!" Sunderland went to call Aberforth, but found that Aberforth's eyes were fixed on the witch who had just asked for directions, and he said with some displeasure: "Aberforth !Now is not the time to admire beautiful women.

"Don't you feel it?" Aberforth asked, frowning.

"What?"

"Forget it, it's nothing, maybe I'm overly sensitive." Aberforth shook his head, but the doubts in his heart did not dissipate.

That feeling of being seen through just now——

Under the elevator, Queenie patted her chest, feeling lingering fear.

Her ability is not very obedient, she will always passively read the memories of everyone around her.

Just now, she read some secrets.

"The Tomb of Père Lachaise..." Queenie remembered this place.

She didn't expect that she was just asking for directions, and by chance, she asked about Aurelius's father.

But she also learned a little secret, a prophecy.

"Aurelius, Aurelius——

"Queenie, what's wrong?"

"Do you know about Tyco Dodonas' Predictions?"

Aurelius frowned and thought for a while. He knew there was such a prophecy, but he couldn't remember the content of the prophecy clearly: "Why do you suddenly ask about this?"

"I met a man named Aberforth Dumbledore, and I saw it from his memory."

"Who?" Aurelius was a little surprised.

"Aberforth Dumbledore, well - he seems to be..." Queenie didn't know what to say.

Aberforth and Aurelius were actually father and son, but they had never met.

"Okay, I understand what you mean. Tell me about the prophecy. You seem to know something."

"The man was cruelly exiled, the daughter was in deep despair, the warrior returned with revenge and spread his wings to fly from the water." Queenie recounted: "There is a conjecture circulating among many wizards. They believe that you may be the character in the prophecy."

"Credence, an orphan abandoned in New York. They found out that you are a survivor of a shipwreck, and... you are probably of the blood of the Lestrange family."