[Comprehensive] The correct strategy of Xueba

Just when Wei Yang was planning in his mind how to dismember the culprit, Meng Yuanji, Tom's voice sounded from behind him: "Hey, everyone is gone, what are you still doing here?"

"When did you come?" Wei Yang was taken aback by him, "Are you the spirit behind it or am I the spirit behind it?"

"It's been a long time, but I didn't dare to get too close, for fear of being discovered." Tom walked over without hesitation, and sat on the window sill by the edge of the corridor with his hands propped up. "You broke up? Oh, actually, I'm not interested in this, I just want to know if the ghost will cry at this time."

Wei Yang was so angry that he lost his temper. "You think too much, there's no such thing as a breakup." What's a breakup if you haven't been together before? "So why am I crying?"

Tom gave him a researching look. "Then what happened just now? Don't say you are happy."

Wei Yang originally wanted to say that it was none of your business, but after thinking about it, he changed his mind. "I'm going to Germany for a while."

"Germany?" Tom raised an eyebrow. "Is your head okay? I heard that Grindelwald is invincible. Even if it is a ghost, there is no guarantee..." He suddenly closed his mouth, and it took a long time before he continued to ask: "...Is this a farewell?" This goodbye Is it really not going to be seen again?

"Don't make it sound like I'm only going to die." Wei Yang retorted unhappily, "Besides, no one can guarantee invincibility." The wand chooses its owner, and the reason why the elder wand is invincible is because it I have been choosing a stronger master—this kind of thing that may betray at any time has a P use!

Tom gave him a suspicious look. "Are you saying that you can beat him?" The Wei Yang he knew didn't have the attribute of boasting, right?

"I didn't say that. In fact, it can't be you or me." Wei Yang shrugged at him.

This is the truth, because Grindelwald was later killed by Voldemort - if history has not changed.And now, even if he can't exert any influence on Tom, it is estimated that history will change.Mycroft has already done so many things at 22 this year; as long as he hints a little bit, won't Mycroft be unable to stop the next Dark Lord?Not to mention Dumbledore.

"This is even more strange." Tom narrowed his eyes, "I have no reason to deal with him."

Listen to this tone, there is no reason, not incomparable.Wei Yang thought to himself, he deserves to be the man who can become the most dangerous dark wizard in history! "You don't need to worry about things now, but in the future..." He deliberately prolonged his voice, and then suddenly turned to another direction: "Anyway, don't cause me any problems."

Tom wasn't too happy about his diversion, but there was nothing he could do about it. "The secret room can't be opened, so what's the problem? You won't play yourself to death again in two years, right?" The implication is obvious. If Wei Yang is not dead, he won't open the secret room; He just graduated, and after leaving Hogwarts, he couldn't drive it even if he wanted to.

"I'm serious, it doesn't matter what you do, but at least keep your handsome face—it's very important!" Wei Yang said suddenly and seriously.Because splitting the soul is a vicious circle, lack of humanity - the first split - even more loss of humanity - the second split, and Tom belongs to the kind of person who is bold and prolific, so once it starts, it will be very difficult. It is difficult to recover. "I think you can become an unprecedentedly powerful wizard, as long as you do this."

Tom didn't believe it, but he was worried that he hadn't considered something. After all, becoming powerful was an irresistible temptation for him. "Why?"

"The handsome guy is disfigured, what a tragedy in the world!" Wei Yang spread his hands innocently. "Although you can't flatter your temper, I still like your face." Cut into a noseless devil king, what's the aesthetics!The villain has no face and must die!

Tom was completely speechless.How could he feel that this person was serious, even if only a little bit?

**

At the end of July, Fürth.

This small city is located in Bavaria in southeastern Germany, lying at the confluence of the Pegnitz River and the Rednitz River.The scale of the city is small, and the buildings are all red-roofed and gray-walled. There are basically no common patterns and carvings on them, and it is conservative and gloomy.

Lundrich Georg Schiller, wearing a military overcoat that was obviously too heavy for summer, was carrying a bag of potatoes and two rye baguettes under his arm, and was limping along the dusty field. on the road.He was originally a member of the German army in Yugoslavia, but the situation in North Africa was not good, and their offensive in the Southern European Allies was defeated.The war was ruthless, and half of his left leg was taken away. He could only use a simple wooden prosthesis as a replacement, which made a loud noise when walking.

Such people are not uncommon in Fürth.To be honest, those who can come back alive are considered lucky.The news from the front was dire, and no one cared about a lame SS veteran.So Lundrich could only live on the meager compensation, go out to buy potatoes and bread once a week, and live in his shabby little room at other times.

"Lundrich!" A neighbor greeted him, "Do you know how the frontline is doing recently?"

"You'll know it when you see my legs!" Lundrich answered him gruffly, then lowered his voice: "I'm only concerned about how to feed my stomach now."

The man took a sympathetic look at his legs and the things he was carrying, and smashed his mouth. "That's bloody bad," he muttered, looking around carefully, as if afraid of being overheard. "It's not going to be enough, is it?"

Lundrich answered him with the same volume. "Who says it's not!" Then he raised his voice again, "Just go back and lie down—it seems to be raining again, and my legs hurt so much that I can't walk!"

"Indeed, the sky is gloomy." The man agreed, looking worried.

The two then said their goodbyes and Lundrich returned to his lodgings with his week's worth of food.A shabby wooden frame bed with a thin gray blanket piled haphazardly on it.A dilapidated iron pan rested on the small stove by the window. The white paint on the edge of the table was almost completely peeled off, revealing the khaki color inside and still dropping slag.Apart from these, there was only a small half-open box, in which the frayed edges of the military uniform were exposed, and a few coins gleamed dimly on it.

Lundrich closed the door, threw the potatoes and bread into the gap between the platform and the wall—there was already a pile of rotting food—and then lay down on the rickety bed.

How can this condition not kill people!Hungry and starved to death, what information can I get!If he wasn't a ghost, he would have died long ago!Lundrich thought through gritted teeth.This is still the treatment of an SS soldier. Others would have been thrown to the concentration camp for torture.If Dumbledore's favorability hadn't risen to four and a half stars one after another, he wouldn't have to endure a stinky (although the ghost smells good) environment, okay?

That's right, Lundrich is the new identity that Mycroft gave Wei Yang.Under the jurisdiction of the southern European government, it is not easy to get a few Muggle German corpses.After selecting the target, make two bodies, one with Weiyang inside, enter Germany from Salzburg, Austria, and finally reach Fürth; the other is placed in Belgrade, Serbia, under the direct supervision of Mycroft .There is a two-way spell between these two bodies, and whatever changes in one changes the other.

Wei Yang went out for a couple of laps with this shell at fixed times, and at other times he used the invisible ghost state to detect news.Because the body remained in the house, others only thought he had been sleeping.After he got the news, he wrote the message on his arm in Morse code, and wiped it off after receiving the reply from the other side.

Fürth is a small town, and there are basically no wizards, let alone anti-apparition spells.Of course, there is nothing to see in such a place. The biggest source of information is actually the nearby Nuremberg, the site of the party congress appointed by Hitler, and the location of Nurmengard (the wizard prison built by the Dark Lord Grindelwald).It's heavily fortified, but certainly not enough for the ghosts.Because the traveling speed of ghosts is too slow compared to Apparition, it is better to prevent this than portrait characters.And whether it is a ghost with a body, a wizard who communicates in the Muggle way, or a newly invented two-way spell, all of them are beyond the common understanding of wizards, and the safety factor is quite high.

Therefore, during the two months, Wei Yang did not reveal the slightest flaw.He was the only spy planted in the heart of Germany, but got more information than everyone else in the rest of the world combined.

While Wei Yang was dozing off in bed, Belgrade, Serbia, behind the allied forces was also further deployed.

"...Yes, it took a lot of work. But in terms of cost performance, if the other people under my command were half as efficient as him, the war would have been won long ago." Mycroft said to the people behind him, Pushing open the door of the laboratory, he paused when his eyes fell on the people near the test bench. "Have someone arrange what I just said." Then he closed the door, and he couldn't say he was helpless in his tone: "Don't worry about it, he usually comes back from buying potatoes at this time. Then he will be a little lazy for a while, and he won't for a while. You got news."

Sherlock sat there quietly, seemingly not hearing anything.

Mycroft walked over and followed his line of sight to the body that was no different from a corpse on the test bench, feeling quite a headache. "What's the matter with you? To be honest, Sherlock, I'm really busy here."

Sherlock remained calm.

"If you don't say anything, I will only be able to do some of the things you hate the most." Mycroft decided to use his trump card. "If I told my aunt that you weren't vacationing on some beach, but on the front lines of the war..."

Sherlock finally glanced at him. "You can't possibly know nothing, can you?"

"It depends on what you're talking about." Mycroft turned around and leaned against the edge of the test bench, facing Sherlock's chair sideways. "Does it mean that the origin of this ghost is really unknown, or..." He slightly dragged his voice, and folded his hands, "You have become different from before?"