I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 427: Silence is the greatest contempt (Happy New Year!!!)

The orange light illuminates the snowflakes slowly floating down from the night sky like fine powder, just like the sudden but gentle beam of light shining into the dark stage in a silent theater.

The streets shrouded in the swirling snow look so quiet and beautiful that they are unreal, more like a shot specially taken from a certain frame in a movie. The color is dark blue, but it is dyed hazy and gentle by the street lights.

The city of steel makes people indifferent and alienated. However, due to the instinct of human beings as biological survival, they need groups and communities. Therefore, there are few pedestrians on the street, but the bars on the street are still brightly lit.

This is New York!

One of the largest cities in the Western Hemisphere.

It is also the leading trade center in the wizarding world.

More than two hundred thousand wizards from all over the world visit here every year.

The level of prosperity far exceeds that of any country in Europe.

At this time, a middle-aged man was sitting in front of the bar of an unknown bar.

He was wearing a black windbreaker with a dark green scarf tied around his neck, and his heterochromatic eyes revealed the contrast between vigorous youth and strange old age. His loneliness blends in with the bar, yet appears soft but not cold.

The people around looked at him curiously, and some of them were more enthusiastic and raised their glasses to toast him, and he responded happily.

Jazz was playing in the noisy bar. It was music from decades ago, but the man was older than this music.

His long fingers tapped on the table.

Suddenly, a piece of white paper floated like a postcard and landed in his hand.

The man looked down and a smile appeared on his lips.

Then, he happily put the card into his pocket and stood up.

Others in the bar seemed to have been watching this man, and even the noise seemed fainter at this time, when he opened the door to leave.

Suddenly there was a mocking laugh from someone behind him, "Hey! Wizard, show us your skills!"

The man didn't hesitate and left as if he didn't hear him.

These people are Muggles.

They don't know what a wizard is.

It's just that [War of Poseidon] has affected this place. People drew inspiration from previous cultures and reorganized new meanings. To put it simply, it is a joke.

The original meaning is: That American, British, or French guy, give them some fun, but now the middle noun is replaced by wizard.

The streets outside were deserted.

After a moment of space distortion, the man disappeared.

When he appeared again, he was already in a wilderness.

He took the card out of his pocket.

There is a golden pointer on the card, guiding him in the next direction.

The man walked deeper.

About ten minutes later, he saw a tent in the wilderness.

It was dilapidated and the cloth on it was in tatters.

But he knew that this was just a cover-up. In fact, the tent was intact.

"I can't believe that they actually sent me a great god."

Suddenly a head popped out of the tent.

It was a wizard in his forties or fifties, wearing a windbreaker and a suit. He has a rectangular face, and you can tell that he is an old-fashioned person.

He has gray hair and brown eyes, and white hair has grown on his temples. Life is not an easy life to think about.

"Okay, Mr. Grindelwald, we have to hurry up." The man said in a very strange tone.

He looked like an old-fashioned man, but there was a hint of resentment in his tone. This contrast looks very strange against this face.

"I'm also surprised." Grindelwald said calmly, "Your ability is really rare."

"It's not uncommon, there will be one every few decades." The man said easily, then waved his wand, and the tent automatically shrank and turned into a box.

Then he took out another item from the box. It was a wine glass, but it was a bit big, as big as a basin.

Grindelwald was not touched in any way, and he also had that ability.

"So now, your identity is."

"It makes no sense." The man replied, "I change my identity every once in a while. Only some important identities will be fixed."

He raised his glass.

The wine glass only had these two handles, one for him and Grindelwald.

The next second, the world was spinning again.

This is a door key.

Being able to use a portkey instead of apparating directly meant that the place they were going to would be very far away.

At least cross-border, or across continents.

Portkeys are only required for travel this distance.

After a period of time and space distortion, the two appeared on a reef.

"This is Guyana. The coast of French Guiana. In front is the territorial waters of Brazil. Damn the purgers, they hid the entire area and can't mark it on the map. It took me a lot of effort to find it."

The howling sea breeze drove away the sudden heat from the two of them.

Grindelwald waved his wand, and the magic instantly transformed his thick clothes into single clothes.

February is the time of summer and autumn in Brazil.

It's still winter in the northern hemisphere.

"The current situation?" he asked.

"The Death Eaters sent the captured Muggles and some wizards to the ruins on the coast of Brazil."

"I guess that ruins require some kind of blood sacrifice to open. Evil ancient ruins are like this," the man explained.

"Didn't that group of goblins do this kind of thing before?"

"It's very possible." Grindelwald said calmly.

He glanced at the man next to him and said quietly, "Can you sneak into the Death Eaters' ranks?"

"It's difficult." The man rubbed his head and said angrily, "Most Death Eaters are monsters in human skin. I can't pretend to be one. I can't meet a few core members at all."

"Now, the few identities I keep are all officials of the Magic Congress."

"[Pretender]?" Grindelwald said clearly, "Sure enough, there is that thing here too."

"They are all over the world." The man said seriously, "Then, the Federation plans to attack here?"

"Almost!" he said, "Do what you should do, and don't participate in the next battle."

"Hey - I'm very strong, okay? What do you mean, do you think I'm holding you back?" the man said angrily.

But this has no effect.

The moment he uttered the last word, Grindelwald beside him had already disappeared.

He disapparated.

"Hmph - damn old antique." The man cursed, "But - well - it's so cool! No wonder so many people like it."

After muttering a few words, she also disapparated.

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Only a few minutes later, Grindelwald arrived at the reef the man pointed to.