I Was Spotted By Grindelwald and Went To Hogwarts

Think carefully about what Dumbledore once said to me?

Looking at the stone wall where Grindelwald was hidden, Sean fell into deep thought.

Grindelwald What does this mean? He is reminding me...

Could it be that there was another deeper meaning in Dumbledore's words, but I didn't discover it?

Just as Sean was thinking, Newt's voice sounded outside.

"Didn't you see Sean? Merlin's beard, he obviously used the portkey with me..."

Sean poked his head out and saw that Newt and Jacob had joined together and seemed to be looking for him.

"Professor Scamander, here." Sean put the badge Grindelwald gave him into his bag and waved hello.

"Who are you?" Newt turned around and saw someone he didn't recognize at all.

"Oh, I almost forgot..." Sean touched his face to reveal his true appearance.

Newt's eyes flickered, and he was obviously surprised for a moment, but he still walked over quickly.

"Didn't you encounter any problems?"

"I'm fine. What about you? Is someone hunting you?"

Newt and the others looked at each other with strange expressions on their faces.

"Yes...but it's weird."

Sean frowned: "How to say?"

"It is true that someone has been looking for traces of a few of us. I encountered a wave when I was looking for you before, but was blocked by others..."

Newt gave Sean a strange look: "The people chasing us should be from the Guards, and the people blocking the Guards should be Grindelwald's people..."

Sean: "..."

What are you looking at me for? It has nothing to do with me...

In the end, he shrugged: "Anyway, just send Qilin over, right?"

"Dumbledore said just leave it to Charles Vogel."

Sean: "..."

If your guess is correct, the outgoing chairman should be from Grindelwald...

But Sean didn't say anything. Since Dumbledore said it was okay, let's do it.

He is very tired now.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald still seemed to have broken up, but Sean could always find detailed evidence that the two people had not broken up, but both parties made it clear that it was impossible.

Schrödinger's rupture.

A few people sneaked towards the end of the town.

It seems that Bhutan has not been so lively for a long time, and this ancient place used for the election of the president of the International Federation of Wizards seems to be rejuvenated.

However, as Sean and the others got closer and closer, they seemed to be getting closer to the dark cloudy sky.

"It seems like today is not a good day." Jacob wiped the sweat from his forehead and said breathlessly.

As a Muggle, he is now a very old man. It can even be said that most normal Muggles will not be able to live to his age.

However, his wife, friends, etc. are all wizards. Daisuke used some magic potions to enhance his physical fitness. Of course, he can no longer maintain as good energy as he did when he was young.

Sean never really understood why he brought Jacob here. For him, it was a better choice to rest in Hogwarts for a while and wait for Newt and others to return.

However, seeing that Newt and the others had no intention of objecting, Sean didn't ask any more questions.

Hiding and hiding along the way, the few people did not encounter the big trouble they expected. The so-called pursuit was louder than thunder and raindrops.

They soon reached the broken bridge at the end of the town. At this time, flags representing the International Federation of Wizards had been erected on both sides. The white flags were shaking violently in the air with the wind. The flags were connected together, revealing The situation on the top of the mountain.

The candidates are speaking.

"Looks like it's not too late?" Newt said.

Sean focused on the flag that could be broadcast in real time. Obviously, it was also a magic prop - and it looked very useful.

I didn't even know this thing existed before... Sean curled his lips and walked into the blurry air at the edge of the broken bridge ahead.

After a twist, they arrived at the square on the top of the mountain. Looking forward, they saw the stairs going up. Flags were flying, and many people wearing traditional Bhutanese costumes stood on both sides of the stairs.

Most of the wizards gathered in the square at the bottom. They waved various flags in their hands and shouted enthusiastically for the candidate they supported.

On the small platform going up the stairs, there are guests with higher status, senior officials from the Ministry of Magic of various countries, etc.

At the top of the stairs is a tower with Bhutanese characteristics, which looks like a watchtower, but the gate looks like the entrance to a temple.

Directly in front, several candidates were standing at a distance from each other.

An upright old man was wearing a solemn dress, waving to the crowd below with a smile that was not elegant but rather wanton.

That's Grindelwald.

Not only everyone here is watching him, but countless wizards all over the wizarding world are watching this ceremony.

A woman in uniform with a stiff smile walked up and bowed to Newt: "Mr. Scamander, we have been waiting for you for a long time, please."

Judging from the other party's appearance, is he planning to let Newt take Qilin directly there?

Newt and the others looked at each other and followed the lady up the stairs.

In the corner of the square, people in the shadows were talking in low voices.

"Scamander is here, do you need to stop him?"

"The superiors said no, Scamander serves Dumbledore, so he is considered one of ours. Just make sure that Qilin has not been tampered with."

"But Grindelwald's movements are very strange. A normal Kirin would never bow to him. He... doesn't resist at all?"

"Everyone is optimistic about that group of fanatical saints. We must be prepared for Grindelwald to take action on the spot."

"But...that's Grindelwald..."

"Grindelwald doesn't need us to take action, someone will restrict him..."

At this point, the last candidate finished speaking.

Charles Vogel stepped forward, his voice echoing throughout the square.

"Thank you, thank you to each candidate for speaking out. Each of them represents a unique vision, and their sincerity has been demonstrated to everyone."

"They have described in detail how if they become the supreme leader of the wizarding world, they will lead people to create a better magical world, as well as -" Charles Vogel smiled, "the non-magical world."

"The next step is the most important part of this election - the trip to Qilin."

A roar like a tsunami came, and Sean was a little stunned. He seemed to have underestimated the importance that wizards attached to this ancient ritual.

But is it really useful to choose a pure and kind person? He was skeptical.

Sean looked at the smiling Grindelwald above. He didn't seem to care about Qilin...

"Mr. Scamander." The woman nodded at Newt.

Newt hesitated for a moment and opened the box, and he took out Qilin.

This is the first time Sean has seen the overall appearance of Qilin. The little guy looks like a cute little sika deer wearing unicorn armor. It looks at everyone around it with its big round pupils, which makes people feel pity but also pity. It gives people a magical feeling that their souls have been seen through.

A veiled woman in red traditional clothing took the Qilin. The little guy was a little reluctant to leave Newt's arms, but - Sean always felt that the Qilin seemed reluctant to let go of him...

The unicorn was handed over to Charles Vogel, who lifted the little unicorn high.

"Qilin - the ancient benevolent beast, will tell us who is the leader qualified to lead the wizards forward."

He gently placed Qilin on the ground. The little Qilin seemed to understand naturally what it should do. Although it was a little unsteady, it still looked at the candidates curiously.

It walked to Isanne Archer, who had the highest voice among the candidates this time, and stopped for a moment.

It went to Wahag da Silva from Africa. This candidate is not that popular, but the content of his speech just now is sincere and contains courage.

Qilin just glanced at him and walked over.

It passed one candidate after another, and finally, it stopped.

That was Gellert Grindelwald, the next and last candidate to join the ranks, who went from wanted criminal to strong contender for the next chairman in just one day.

Grindelwald put his hands behind his back and looked down at Qilin.

In the square below, the people in the shadows had held their breath, and someone beside them said tremblingly: "How is this possible? How could Qilin not choose Archer or Da Silva, but choose Grindelwald..."

"Damn it, when did he do anything..."

Qilin looked up at Grindelwald, curiosity flashing in his dark round pupils.

Its front legs are slightly bent.

Everyone held their breath, and even Sean opened his eyes in disbelief - what a nonsense...

Qilin did not kneel down. Its front legs slipped and almost fell to the ground.

Then, it directly ignored Grindelwald, no, it should have escaped from Grindelwald.

Little Qilin turned around and wandered towards the direction he came from, as if he was looking for a place where he could feel at ease.

The candidates, the audience, the fanatical supporters, the senior officials from the Ministry of Magic of various countries, and the behind-the-scenes parties standing in the shadows with evil intentions, all were stunned by Qilin's action.

Qilin had no choice but walked towards the audience?

The candidates looked at each other in confusion. Charles Vogel looked sideways at Grindelwald silently, only to find that the smile of the man who had gained the loyalty of himself and his grandfather was widening.

From all over the world, everyone is watching this scene under the white curtains hanging in the halls of the Ministry of Magic.

Kirin didn't hesitate at all. It found its target from the moment it turned its head.

It hurriedly ran in front of a young wizard, and then knelt down on one knee lightly.

Its belly glowed with a gentle orange glow.

"Who is that person?"

"Who is that guy? So young, I've never seen him before?"

"Qilin knelt down to him..."

In the square at the bottom, among the team supporting Grindelwald, a wizard was stunned for a moment, and suddenly shouted: "That brother, he supports Mr. Grindelwald! I just met him!"

Unfortunately, under the huge impact, no one paid attention to what he said, and no one knew what to do.

Only the person involved looked confused.

Sean looked at the little Qilin kneeling down in front of him, and the corners of his eyes twitched crazily.

He just looked at each other and understood that Qilin didn't kneel down because of how pure and kind he was - the little guy was just simply afraid, and his ridiculously high affinity with magical animals made the other person feel it in his bones. To trust and kindness.

Isn't this nonsense...

In full view of everyone, Sean knelt down and gently touched Qilin's head. A strange feeling came to his heart, as if he was connected to Qilin's soul.

It was afraid... It was because it had seen through Grindelwald's soul... It was afraid... so it found itself and wanted to seek comfort.

A trace of surprise flashed in Sean's eyes, but the problem is that he can't be the chairman - he is even still in a disguised state...

He looked at Grindelwald quietly, but happened to see the old man's raised lips, as if he was happy for a successful prank.

What should I do next? Sean tried to wink to get some hints of Grindelwald.

But Grindelwald just raised his eyebrows at him lazily, just like he did when he taught him magic before.

"You said anyway, Qilin is just a plan, I don't care about you..." Sean muttered in his heart.

Sean gently touched Qilin's head and comforted the scared little guy. He said softly: "Don't worry, don't be afraid...Little guy, I'm very grateful for your trust, but you still have to choose another person, okay?" ?”

The little unicorn blinked at him, understanding what Sean said.

After rubbing its cheek lovingly on Sean's palm, the little unicorn stood up, looked around, and walked in another direction.

It walked up to a kind old man with gray hair and a puzzled look on his face, and knelt down again.

It's Jacob.

"It's kneeling on me?" Jacob's round face showed various funny expressions of surprise, confusion, and panic.

Newt whispered: "Of course, and it seems that Qilin's choice was not wrong..."

"Who is this?!" A wizard asked in confusion.

At this time, a wizard from MACUSA exclaimed: "I know him, that, that's a No-Maj!"

"No-Maj?"

"The name in America is Muggles, non-magical people..."

"Qilin kneeled down on a Muggle?!"

"Merlin's pants! How does he fit in?!"

"But Qilin did choose him...this..."

"What are you talking about?! Let a Muggle lead us?!"

"That……"

Qilin knelt down in front of a Muggle. The entire hilltop square and all the wizards who were watching this ceremony fell into shock and an unbearable sense of absurdity.

But there was no trace of fraud on the fluttering flag. Qilin lowered his head and knelt in front of a Muggle.

Although Sean was surprised, he also felt that it was reasonable. Jacob was indeed a very kind person - even though the scene at this time was very embarrassing.

And at this moment,

"Hahahahaha——"

A long, cheerful but contemptuous laugh rang out.

Grindelwald was laughing wildly, laughing mockingly at everyone.

"My dear compatriots -" He stopped laughing and waved his wand towards the sky.

In the sky that was already covered with dark clouds, heavy rain poured down, and thunder and lightning were everywhere.

Grindelwald's voice was accompanied by lightning and the sound of rain.

"Look at this scene, is this your choice?"

"Come on, tell me, wizards, the most noble bloodline in the world, do you want to follow these ancient and decadent rules and identify with a Muggle as your leader?"

"Put your hands on your heart! Feel your vigorous and powerful heartbeat, feel your blood that is dancing with magic in it!"

"Ask your heart, ask about your glory as a wizard, Qilin kneels down to a Muggle, he wants to be your leader! Answer me, according to the rules of the old world, do you really-"

"Do you want to comply?"

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