The Sons of Grindelwald at Hogwarts

A street in London, England.

"Did you see that red telephone booth in front?" Orlynworth pulled Yan Zeyue beside him, his eyes full of admiration and emotion.

"Ministry of Magic... This red telephone booth is the elevator leading to the Ministry of Magic. Of course, if you think that it is easy to be spotted by Muggles if you put it on the street in such an open manner, then you can rest assured. This thing is only The Ministry of Magic cannot be reached until a specific code has been entered."

Orlynworth pointed to the red telephone booth and explained to Yan Zeyue seriously.

"So we are going to take this to the Ministry of Magic, right? I remember, I read it in the book in the last life. There is a special number, right?"

"Yes, 62442." Orlingworth nodded. "Of course, you can also go to the Ministry of Magic without this thing. Today is enough time, why don't we go down the hole together?"

he asked in a joking tone.

Yan Zeyue raised her eyebrows.At this time, if he continued to joke about his topic, Orlynworth might actually drag him to the Ministry of Magic.

"Let's go the usual way." Yan Zeyue hastily rejected his "kindness".

"Don't you really want to try a new way of playing? I think it's more fun to drill holes." Orlingworth blinked.

"Okay, don't make trouble, let's go down in the normal way. Save some time." He took out his wand and gestured to his face.

"Do you look like it?" A few seconds later, "Bella" on the side said to Orlynworth.

"It's not bad. It looks the same at first glance. But you...why are you still wearing a robe worn by a fifteen or sixteen-year-old child? It looks a bit creepy." Orlingworth thought for a while , pointing out a fatal problem.

"Hey, tell me how I forgot this."

The fake Bella in front of her patted her head, and with a look of awakening, she pointed her wand at her clothes.

In an instant, the wizard's robe that seemed several sizes smaller a second ago turned into a black wizard's robe that symbolizes Death Eaters.

"Don't tell me, it fits pretty well. Then I will turn into Voldemort and take my group of puppets dressed as Death Eaters to overthrow the Ministry of Magic. Of course, it's not really overthrowing... just pretending This way, just let Takar take over."

Orlynworth muttered softly.

"So... what about the real Death Eaters in Azkaban?" Yan Zeyue suddenly thought of this question.

"Ha, I was rescued by Voldemort. Otherwise, what do you think he was doing in such an emergency retreat before? What serious business can he do at night?"

Oliver said nonchalantly.

"what?!"

Regardless of Yan Zeyue's surprise beside him, Orlynworth dragged him to the red telephone booth,

“让我看看……6——2——4——4——2。好了。”奥林沃斯按下了几个数字。

These numbers act like letters on a keyboard.According to the keyboard, the pressed numbers are equivalent to the word mag1c (magic).

Olynworth took advantage of the fact that the elevator to the Ministry of Magic was still running, and transformed himself into Voldemort's appearance.

"Tsk, this dress is really unlucky."

Orlynworth frowned, looking at the tattered black bag on his body with disgust.

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