This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Vincent, who was on the verge of death, could not stop the light at the end.

It was like the will of the entire universe, making it impossible for people to resist.

"Magic - I still have magic!"

A thin barrier suddenly appeared in front of the light.

Vincent's illusory body was blocked outside the barrier.

Just as he tried to go back, a person who looked exactly like him suddenly appeared in front of him.

"This is a world without pain and sadness." The other party stretched out his hand, as if welcoming him.

"I'm not dead yet."

Vincent felt a huge force pulling him, "Listen carefully, I still have a heartbeat."

He was stunned for a moment, and then put his hand away in great disappointment.

"Magic can't let you escape forever."

"Who are you?"

"I have many names and images."

He turned into a bearded God, and then into the god of death with a sickle.

"Anything else?"

More and more images appeared one by one.

But Vincent's expression was even more disappointed than before.

"Oh, you are so amazing."

Every time he imagines one, the other person will become the same image.

The so-called God is actually just a consciousness.

He is the origin of life and the destination of life.

"Goodbye. Vincent's illusory body began to retreat.

The other person turned back to his image and watched him leave with a smile.

Vincent, who returned to the real world, opened his eyes and found himself lying on the bed.

Grindelwald sat quietly beside him.

"Don't get up yet, you are very weak now."

He tried to say something, but his mouth couldn't open.

"Everyone's experience is the same." Grindelwald understood his eyes, "You may find it strange, but this is the fact."

The process of the near-death experience is not bad, as long as you ignore the impact of the killing curse.

"It will be uncomfortable for a few days. Before you can move, you can look at the gestures of wandless casting. "

The white figure appeared again.

This time it became only the size of a fist and floated in front of Vincent.

It was very strange that those extremely complex gestures could be remembered accurately with just one look.

"Your magic counteracted the killing curse without your knowledge."

Grindelwald waved his right hand lightly, and a clock with a date appeared on the wall.

August 12.

The list of books for Hogwarts should have arrived in North America, and it would be time to go back when his body recovered.

However, only two days later, Grindelwald saw that he could get down and walk a few steps, so he pulled out all the contents on the wall and put them into a black-covered book.

"If you go back in this state, they won't suspect that you have been here.

Vincent opened his mouth weakly, "Professor Dumbledore and Mr. Scamander will definitely know."

Grindelwald shook his head slightly, "They won't know what happened, whether to deceive them or not, and what excuses to use are all up to you."

"For the greater good?"

"You won't do that."

Compared to inheriting the Witch Party, Vincent would rather form a new force that belongs entirely to him.

"Victor will take you back." Grindelwald's white robes became more and more worn.

His face became older, duller, his hair became less and less, and his once straight back was hunched.

The whole cell was covered with dust bit by bit, exactly the same as when he came.

"Teacher, can't you pick a more pleasing image?"

"I have to take care of the feelings of some people."

After Vincent went back, Dumbledore and Newt would definitely come.

Grindelwald used this image, basically ruling out the possibility of Dumbledore.

"Can I come again?"

"Wait until you learn to Apparate."

With the condition of intercontinental travel, there will be no chance in the next two or three years.

After putting the books full of black magic into the suitcase, Vincent realized how weak his body was.

Such a light mithril was shaking in his hands, and he was afraid that a gust of wind could blow him away.

Grindelwald didn't let him go by himself, but directly changed to an elevator to get out.

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Southern America.

Texas.

This place is also known as the Lone Star State, and is the second largest state in the United States after Alaska.

At dusk, a large group of Aurors dressed as Muggles appeared on the streets of Houston.

They dispersed skillfully and began to search the fourth largest city in the United States.

From the skyscrapers with lights on to the dark and humid sewers.

"Sam, there is a situation!"

The Auror in the back kitchen of a restaurant just finished speaking to an object similar to a walkie-talkie, and a black and white vortex appeared beside him.

Sam, who looked much more haggard, had dark circles on his face and half-crouched in front of a small hole in the ground that seemed to have been smashed open.

He reached his hand inside and nodded slightly to the Auror next to him.

When all the Muggles in the kitchen left, Bradley led a team of Aurors.

"Director Graves, this place was obviously opened up using the traceless extension spell."

The Auror who called Sam told the whole story.

Many years ago, the owner here discovered this hole when he took over the restaurant.

He didn't think much of it at the time, until he accidentally dropped two burgers in there.

No matter how hard he tried to reach the bottom, he couldn't find the bottom. He threw the rope with heavy objects tied to it down, and the sound came when the rope was about to run out.

He took it back and measured it. It was actually two hundred feet deep.

All these years, he always thought it was a sewer or an abandoned subway station.

Until the Aurors who followed the SAS search method came over.

Bradley's face was solemn, "Are you sure it's their base?"

"Not yet." Sam took two steps back and raised his wand high, "If I act on my own, you will definitely criticize me, Director."

"That's education!" Bradley's face flashed a little relief as he stepped back.

After being beaten and scolded for so long, he finally made progress.

When the Aurors retreated to a safe distance, Sam couldn't wait to cast the Splitting Curse.

A neat round hole with a diameter of 10 feet appeared on the ground.

Bradley lit his wand and jumped directly down.

When he felt that he was about to reach the bottom, he cast a Shock Absorption Curse on himself.

With a "hiss", he bent down and looked down.

The ground was full of rotten pieces of meat and small bones, and the appearance and smell directly shocked his stomach for a while.

Before he could clean them up, Sam came down.

"What is this - ugh -"

Bradley suppressed his nausea and threw them all aside to burn.

The rat corpses and the maggots crawling all over them were shocking enough, and the smell that hit the soul was not something that ordinary people could bear.

Fortunately, the traceless extension spell was cast here, and the restaurant owner didn't pay attention to the hole.

Otherwise, after so many years, the Muggles would have discovered this base that was larger than the actual space.

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