From Karma Taj to Hogwarts

It was still early, and the sun still hung high in the center of the sky, casting its scorching light on this stormy city, trying to dispel people's panic.

The 20th arrondissement in the northeast of Paris is where the Père Lachaise Cemetery is located. The environment here is very quiet compared to the noisy Seine River. I don't know whether it is to avoid disturbing the peace of the deceased, or simply because the location here is not intersecting with the Paris residents who are just running away.

There is a section of rough gray brick wall in the northeast corner of the cemetery. There are still deep bullet holes wedged into the wall. Parts of the wall have begun to erode. Traces of rain erosion are faintly visible. There are even dry moss growing in the cracks in the wall.

"You've been staring at this wall for almost half an hour. What's so attractive about it?" Miranda frowned and stared at the wall for a long time. She couldn't see anything special, so she had to He asked helplessly.

"Wall of Paris Commune members," Sivan said softly.

"What?" Miranda was startled.

"The Paris Commune was a great revolution in which the people of Paris fought for freedom and liberation 70 years ago." Sivan explained. "History is always surprisingly similar. At that time, the country's official Versailles Army signed a treaty with the country that invaded them in order to suppress the people fighting for freedom."

"Later, the Versailles Army crossed the French defense line and attacked Paris, and the French army also imposed a blockade on Paris, cutting off Paris's food supply and causing the Paris Commune to lose supplies. This is in line with the current Muggle regime of the country and the Ministry of Magic of the country. Giving up Paris to others is a different approach."

"The 147 members made their final resistance in front of this wall and did not give in until their death."

Xiwen looked deeply at this low-profile wall with a low voice.

This wall has been repaired at least several times in later generations, a monument was erected, and several sculptures symbolizing the Paris Commune were carved, thus leaving some traces of the heroic people. However, in the current era, the Paris Commune Wall is just the most common and easily overlooked low wall.

"Let's go, Miranda." Sivan shook his head slightly and led Miranda towards the entrance of Père Lachaise Cemetery. "I heard that the authors of the Internationale are also buried in this cemetery, including Wilde, Balzac, and Chopin. I also want to visit!"

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By the time Xiwen visited almost all the cemeteries of famous people, the sky suddenly darkened.

Finally, under the night sky filled with stars, he and Miranda arrived at the tomb of the Lestrange family. This is also the location of Grindelwald’s world-famous rally in Paris thirteen years ago.

The Lestrange Mausoleum made of marble is in the shape of a round platform, narrow at the bottom and wide at the top. Stone steps connect the circular stone platform from the top to the bottom.

The traces of burning thirteen years ago are still clearly visible. There are many sarcophagi scattered around the stone platform. Most of the coffins have become charred black after being burned that year. Although the Lestrange family in Faguo existed in name only, it had only been repaired hastily, and the walls around the mausoleum seemed to be in ruins.

Regarding the disaster that occurred in the mausoleum deep in Père Lachaise Cemetery, Muggle experts gave the explanation that it was a sudden fire in the campus caused by accident. The fire finally stopped at the Lestrange Mausoleum due to the lack of combustible materials. There is no greater impact in the interior and nearby areas.

But what they didn't know was that if Flamel hadn't arrived in time, the entire Paris would have been destroyed by this so-called "accidental" fire!

By the time Sivan and Miranda arrived at the Lestrange Mausoleum, the Wiccan Party led by Grindelwald and the new pure-blood force led by Sivan were already clearly standing on the north and south sides of the mausoleum, confronting each other.

Kama, the deputy of the new force, came forward and stood side by side with Xiwen on the high stone steps.

"I hate this place." Karma frowned, looking down at the burnt marks of the Lestrange Mausoleum, and said gloomily. "This place always reminds me of what I experienced back then. I accomplished nothing, was bound by an unbreakable oath, and couldn't find my own value."

"So in order to find your own value, you joined Dumbledore's Army and the Order of the Phoenix, which opposed Grindelwald's atrocities?" Sivan raised his eyebrows and turned to him and asked.

"So be it. I still clearly remember the fire that burned the sky and destroyed the earth thirteen years ago, as if it was going to swallow up the whole world." Kama sighed. "You may know that I have a sister, Leta Lestrange."

"Well, Theseus' fiancée and Newt's playmate when he was in school." Sivan nodded. "She was reduced to ashes in the flames of Grindelwald just to protect Theseus and Newt."

"Yes, even though I hate Cobos Lestrange who broke up my family very much, I have to admit that Lita was my only living relative at the time."

"But Grindelwald killed her." Karma looked straight at the circular stone platform at the bottom with a dark face, as if he saw Rita buried in the sea of ​​fire there.

Xiwen patted his shoulder comfortingly and sighed.

"Okay, don't talk about those unpleasant things. Trying to make tomorrow better is our goal." He said. "After arriving here, what is the current status of our manpower?"

"Not very good." Kama shook his head and said in a deep voice. "Many people here have witnessed the fire that destroyed Paris thirteen years ago. Many people are more or less timid after learning that they will face Grindelwald tonight."

"This is actually normal." Xiwen nodded. "As long as they don't run away, let them be afraid. After seeing such a scene a few times, they will get used to it."

Karma wanted to add something more, but the eight o'clock bell suddenly rang.

The bells that reached the cemetery were particularly deep. After the first bell rang, the following tones, instead of rising, seemed to fall in the endless tomb, sinking deeper into the ground.

Amidst such deep bells, Grindelwald's figure walked from the entrance of the mausoleum on time, and with an aura of leisurely contentment and certainty of victory, he stepped onto the circular stone platform, just as he had done for thirteen years. Like before.

Seeing this, Xiwen also unfolded the plain white wings behind him, flew lightly into the air, and slowly fell downwards.

He did not stand on the ground, but flapped his wings gently, hovering close to the ground, looking straight into Grindelwald's enchanting eyes, not wanting to be disadvantaged in any way.

The dull bells drifted slowly around the cemetery, and Grindelwald slowly spoke in the lingering sound:

"Mr. Rozier, I heard that you detained my friend and wanted to negotiate with me, is that right?"

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