The Death Knell

Early the next morning, when the first ray of sunlight shone into the speaker's office, the figure sitting on the chair like a red-eyed zombie moved.

Overnight, the magical world in the United States seemed to have changed. Various accidents occurred across the country, and Grindelwald's Deathly Hallows mark floated in the sky of every state.

The secrets of the wizarding world are at stake, more and more No-Majs need to cleanse their memories, and Aurors are running around repairing damaged buildings.

Everyone was so busy that Kohaug sent out all the half-goblins who were almost squibs in the headquarters, just to deal with the sewer system in New York City that had been tampered with by Grindelwald.

What happened was not quite like the Dark Lord's style, but perhaps decades of prison life had given him too much creativity. At this time, he burst out all at once. He actually connected the sewage pipes across New York through transformation. On the water supply pipes, now when No-Majs turn on the faucets at home, all that comes out is shit...

If you think about it, you will know that the No-Maj government must also have been bombarded with phone calls, which means that the Aurors have to avoid the FBI and NSA, as well as the police and other staff, making it even more difficult.

Even though the Magical Congress has tens of thousands of employees, the largest number of magical institutions in the world, Grindelwald only has one person, but no one can catch him.

The first-generation Dark Lord returned to the United States as familiar as returning to his own home. He traveled around the country through apparation. The last time he made a move, he was in Baltimore, and the next time he made a move, he was in San Francisco. There was no pattern at all.

Tens of thousands of congressional employees chased after him to wipe his butt but could not finish it! The rumors among No-Majs are getting more and more intense. Maybe the magic world will be completely exposed in the next second, and the war between No-Majs and wizards will begin.

Kohaug was so anxious that his mouth was full of bubbles, but he was already numb.

"Speaker, just now Grindelwald appeared in Hollywood. He changed the white sign on the mountain into the German "All for the Greater Good". No-Majs were taking pictures there..."

The secretary who delivered the message came in again to report. Kohaug just nodded with a dull face, indicating that he already understood. He turned around and looked at the chaos outside the window, predicting in his heart how long he could be the speaker.

Even if you are caught off guard by the raid, people will only care if you fail. Maybe they will be impeached soon, right?

Before the secretary finished speaking, he walked around the desk and walked to the window, looking at the speaker's face: "Dark wizards from all over the country are also active. Grindelwald did not summon them, but they took the initiative to start sabotage, like At...a rave.”

"Is there some communication method that we don't understand? Has the Auror caught someone?" Kohaug used his wand to control the automatic brewing of coffee.

The secretary shook his head: "As far as we know so far, there is no other code. We caught a few old lunatics. They laughed wildly and said that they acted spontaneously for Grindelwald and everything was for the greater good."

"...In any case, they have committed the crime of destroying the secrets of the American magical community and are all sentenced to death." Kohaug found a place to vent his emotions. He punched the table hard, appearing extremely determined.

"I've never heard of this law, sir." The secretary recalled that there seemed to be no such provision in the current law, let alone sentencing standards.

Kohaug glared at him: "Then make it up now! As long as you can kill them legally, it doesn't matter what the law is called!"

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"Well, it looks like they have no one available. Even the half-goblins have been sent out. Tsk, tut."

Just downstairs, in the alley across the street, Grindelwald and Su Ming were eating hot dogs with a bankrupt hedge fund manager.

The young-looking old man put his fingers in his mouth to slurp the mayonnaise, and stared at the building not far away, as if he wanted to eat it too. He didn't know who he was talking to.

Because Su Ming has now become a middle-aged man with a butt chin. For some reason, his appearance and demeanor make people think that he is particularly rich.

The rich man was wearing a black windbreaker suit with a white scarf hanging around his neck. He was holding banknotes in one hand and patting the shoulder of the broken man who was eating hot dogs with his other hand: "Friend, are these hot dogs I gave you delicious?"

The dirty tramp didn't answer him at all. His mouth was full and he just kept nodding.

The gentle voice asked again: "Want something better? Let's make a deal?"

The homeless man pricked up his ears, a little alert.

The middle-aged man shook the banknotes in his hand, and the green Franklin left an afterimage on the man's retina like a cartoon. The founding father was smiling and speaking.

"Across the road is the Walworth Building. I need you to sneak in and burn something at the basement ventilation duct to set off the smoke alarm. The money will be yours."

The Walworth Building is not open to the public, only employees of its companies work here, but this homeless man is a native of Wall Street next door and the person most familiar with this area.

The Magical Congress also shares that building, which is now heavily guarded, but Muggles can approach it safely without arousing alarm.

"How much?" The homeless man sniffed and spit out some food residue from his mouth: "How much can you give me?"

"Don't doubt it, friend. The ten thousand dollars in my hand will all be yours if you do it." Su Ming rubbed it with his fingers, and the paper made a clattering sound: "We don't plan to do anything bad, we just need you." Get the people working inside out and, believe me, you're saving their lives."

The homeless man wiped his mouth and stood up, belching a rotten belch: "I tried to rob someone the night before, but I found that I am not that material. Now this is good. If it only triggers the fire alarm, I will I think I can still do it.”

"You'd better do it." Su Ming counted out a hundred yuan note as a deposit, put it into the homeless man's chest pocket, and patted it casually: "This building is about to explode. Due to some reasons, we You can’t directly inform the people inside, their lives are in your hands.”

"I don't care whether you planted the bomb, and I don't want to know. I just want money to get back the house that was seized by the court!"

As if to cheer himself up, the homeless man gritted his teeth and rushed across the road, quickly disappearing into the crowd.

Grindelwald looked at the man with interest and touched his mustache with his hand: "If he really completes your mission, will you give him the remaining money?"

"Of course, I have always had the spirit of contract." Su Ming held the banknotes and slapped them twice in his hand, looking at the skyscrapers in the sun, the glass sparkling: "Do you think I will go back on my word and kill him? That's not necessary. Money is just a number to me. You don't have to worry about the deal between us. You want to spend your old age with Dumbledore, and this is not worth fighting for for me, so he will be yours."

"Your understanding of the spirit of contract is really unique." Grindelwald curled his lips and reached out to the remaining hot dogs in the paper bag next to him: "If it weren't for the dark magic alarm near the parliament building, I might have used the weapon to snatch it. The soul curse controls this No-Maj."

"Guns and property are meant for when magic doesn't work. Voldemort just doesn't understand these things, so he's far behind you." Su Ming also reached for a hot dog and ate it leisurely.