This Hogwarts is not normal

After illuminating the spacious underground space, Bradley saw the Deathly Hallows symbol on the entrance door at a glance.

He waved his wand and used the repair spell to restore all the original footprints.

The dusty door handle obviously needs to be cleaner in one place.

"He must have been here!"

If it is Victor, then you can follow the traces to find Vincent.

The efforts of this little half month have not been in vain, evil cannot defeat justice after all.

Bradley waved his wand and opened the door in front of him.

The air inside is not turbid and the dust is not too heavy.

"Search separately and pay attention to those important traces."

Among the Aurors, Sam is the most positive.

It has nothing to do with the issue of whether to get out or not, but rather the fact that he realized not long ago that it was his negligence that led to Vincent being forcibly taken away by Victor.

If he had realized something was wrong on the yacht and had asked the other students in detail, the report he submitted would never have been perfunctory.

The Wayne family is under layers of protection, and even Grindelwald will not feel relaxed.

When Sam walked into another aisle, he felt a very obvious smell of black magic.

This sense of uniqueness belongs to vampires.

He bent down and quietly ran outside the room where the smell was strongest.

Before opening the door, his wand had a silent spell ready.

"Click——"

The moment the door opened, a powerful stun spell illuminated the entire room.

After a clanking sound, Sam cautiously glanced sideways.

There is no witch-hunting party,

There are no vampires either,

Not even Victor.

There was only one person inside who lowered his head and sat slumped on the ground against the wall.

Sam's facial muscles twitched wildly.

This unconscious handsome boy looks very much like Vincent, who has been missing for half a month.

The powerful coma spell just now...

He stepped forward with a look of horror on his face and stretched out his hand tremblingly.

Breathing is weak, and heartbeat is still present.

"You bastard!" The panting Bradley raised his hand and slapped him on the head.

"Director, I should have missed - don't hit, don't hit, it really wasn't me -"

Sam held his head and ran out of the room.

He was 100% sure that Vincent had already fallen before his spell was cast.

It must have been done by the Wu Cui Party!

Of course Bradley in the room knew that the powerful stun spell had missed.

"It's actually black magic!"

Vincent, who had his eyes closed tightly, was very weak and looked like he was going to see Mr. Merlin at any time.

"Director Graves, we need to take him to Antisper Hospital immediately."

Bradley shook his head at the Aurors who had just arrived behind him.

"No, the Woolworth Building is the safest."

Vincent opened his eyes and saw a pure white ceiling.

He smelled various magical potions and understood that he should have been brought back.

"Baby, you finally woke up!" Evelin's face appeared in front of her eyes.

Her eyes were red, she must have just finished crying.

"Mom, I'm fine." Vincent sat up reluctantly, "If I sleep for a day or two more, I can get back to my original state!"

"You're lucky this time." Eric said, no longer sullen, "In a day or two, organ failure will put you in a state of shock."

Grindelwald's Killing Curse was controlled just enough for the soul to leave the body. Although it didn't last too long, it still caused some damage to the body.

It's a pity that it can only be used once, and it will really be taken away by the will of the universe again.

The soul is completely gone, leaving only the living body of the body.

"Gugu——" Gugu beside the bed flapped its little wings.

It seemed like it wanted to pounce.

Vincent immediately showed appropriate panic.

Those three memories are still in the box and cannot be returned within a short period of time.

While his parents Lin were comforting him, the door to the room was opened from the outside.

"Mr. Graves, my son needs to rest now." Eric's face looked bad.

Although I successfully found someone in the end, this could not offset the grudges I had accumulated some time ago.

"Mr. Wayne, I won't take too long." Bradley's attitude was very sincere.

Eric was about to refuse, but Evelin grabbed his arm.

Their impression of the Magic Congress cannot be said to be favorable, but it is not bad enough either.

Vincent on the hospital bed was very direct, "Mr. Graves, what do you want to know?"

Bradley looked towards the Waynes and Gugu.

"I know you are very scared right now, but any news from the Umbra party is very important to us."

Victor was originally worried about where to send him, until the surveillance magic detected the magical aura of an Auror.

The Uloc Party has many abandoned bases in North America.

This one happened to be discovered and became the best choice.

"I was in a coma almost the whole time." Vincent paused and pretended to remember.

"The vampire who took me away had many men, and they were all in a hurry, as if they were going somewhere."

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Bradley frowned, "Do you know why they took you away?"

Vincent shook his head, "I remember before I passed out, someone seemed to report something to the vampire."

He tried to recall the details, "Sorry, I suddenly lost consciousness after this."

Although Bradley was a little regretful, he didn't dwell on it any longer.

"Rest peacefully, they don't dare to come here."

"I will, Mr. Graves."

From Vincent's words, we can draw the assumption that the Umbrella Party is leaving.

It’s normal to have this thought after being kicked out of the base one after another.

Bradley walked out of the room, told the Auror guarding the corridor to pay more attention, and then entered the elevator to the 55th floor.

He knocked on the door and got permission before entering the chairman's office.

Sitting opposite Randolph was Dumbledore, who had just arrived.

"Mr. Chairman, Your Excellency Dumbledore." He stood quietly in the corner.

Randolph nodded slightly, "Even you don't know how many bases there are. I think our search operation must continue."

Dumbledore forced a rather forced smile and said, "Rodrigues, please."

"This is what we should do." Randolph turned his attention to Bradley, "How is he doing?"

"I've woken up, and there are no signs of sequelae for the time being."

Dumbledore turned his face sideways and asked, "Is his mental state okay?"

Bradley nodded slightly, "Although he is a little scared, I believe he will get better."

"May Merlin bless this poor child." Dumbledore's eyes returned to Randolph.

"Rodriguez, I think it's time for me to leave."

"As you please, Lord Dumbledore."

When he walked out of the office, all the worry on his face disappeared.

This expression seems quite happy?

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