Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

Chapter 983 Tracking
Several shoppers carrying small, elegant bags hurried toward the restroom. Before they even got close, they saw that the area was completely cordoned off with yellow warning tape and signs that read "Do Not Cross".

A man in a black suit, with a stern expression, stood guard nearby. When someone approached, he would flash an identification badge with a photo on it and say in an unquestionable manner:
"FBI! This is a restricted area. Do not approach."

They glanced around curiously and saw two young agents walk into the women's restroom in the distance. Before they could take a few more looks, they hurriedly left under the cold gaze of the FBI.

"What happened?"

"It's definitely a murder! Someone died inside!"

"It could also be suicide... Did you smell that odor?"

"But why would they involve the FBI?"

"Perhaps a serial killer! Like that Green River Killer... or the deceased was a high-ranking government official!"

……

The unsuspecting customers discussed it curiously, quickly justifying the strange sight of the toilet being cordoned off and the faint smell of burning in the air.

On the floor of the toilet stall, the ashes of burned clothes lay quietly piled in the corner.

On the floor outside the cubicle, there were some items that the UMNO members who broke in had managed to "rescue" in time, such as half a boot, a blackened necklace, and a pocket watch with a completely shattered glass dial.

As Vader and Antoine entered, a member of the Masonic Party stepped forward, extending his palm. In his palm was a metal badge with melted and deformed edges, but the intertwined starlight and wand pattern on it was still clearly visible.

“This is…” Antoine examined it for a moment, then said in surprise, “The Chairman’s badge?”

"Yes," the man reported in a low voice, "it was also found in the ashes."

As he spoke, a hint of curiosity flickered in his eyes as he subtly observed the unfamiliar young man beside Antoine who had slipped into the cubicle.

Antoine picked up the badge, and a conspicuous layer of charred black stains immediately appeared on his white gloves.

He chuckled and said, "She's even willing to burn this thing... It seems she's determined to eliminate anything that could be tracked. She's only been tracked twice... Her reaction time is really fast."

Wade didn't look at the badge; his gaze fell on the blackened corner of the wall, and he stretched out his finger, gently approaching the mottled grout between the tiles.

Seeing this, Antoine waved his hand, signaling his subordinates to leave, and then walked over to Vader.

A tiny ant crawled out of the crack, slowly moved to Wade's fingertip, and then collapsed as if it had exhausted all its strength, with only its tiny antennae still trembling slightly.

Antoine found it somewhat amusing.

He was able to tell from a tiny ant that it was "exhausted," mainly because the little guy's six legs were all flat on the ground, which was quite obvious.

Normal ants wouldn't do that, and a look of understanding flashed in Antoine's eyes.

Wade placed the ant into his pocket, flicked it slightly with his fingertip, and the ant slid into the pencil case through the entrance, where it was then transferred to the wardrobe space inside.

The wasp and ant puppets that were originally scattered around immediately surrounded their returning companion, their antennae trembling as they silently communicated messages that only they could understand.

Several of the insect puppets gently touched the ant's blackish exoskeleton with their forelegs, as if comforting the wounded sentinel.

In the restroom outside the space, Antoine saw Vede withdraw his hand and raised an eyebrow, asking:
“I haven’t seen you contact Leila and Fontana lately. How did you manage to get this little thing to them without them noticing?” Wade raised his eyes and said, “Through Stonefield, of course.”

The Stonefield family colluded with the Magical Congress, and when that family was wiped out overnight, the wizards associated with them would certainly not sit idly by.

They will definitely go to the scene in person to see if any evidence detrimental to them has been left behind, or to see if there is still a chance to make a final profit.

Before that, Wade had quietly released hundreds or even thousands of tiny ants.

At that time, he was not sure that in a few hours, the Stonefield family's glory would become history, and the invited guests would all become corpses.

Therefore, Vader's orders to them were to attach themselves to everyone who entered or left the manor, track their locations, and in order to eventually wipe out Prometheus's forces.

Shortly afterward, the guests died, and a large number of ant puppets lost their targets. Vader did not retrieve them when he left.

A small group of them monitored the servants and police officers who came to investigate, while the rest were scattered throughout Stonefield Manor, especially in the study, secret rooms, vault, and near the bodies of the Stonefield grandfather and grandson.

"They are too small. The only magic they have is for positioning. Their magical fluctuations are almost non-existent, not even comparable to a simple fluorescent spell you can cast. Even compared to real ants, they give you about the same feeling."

Wiede explained, "Even Fontana would have a hard time finding these little things without a targeted search."

"Before Stonefield's death was even reported in the newspapers, the 'visitor' I was waiting for quietly crossed the Muggle police cordon and sneaked into the scene."

"At that time..."

Wade's gaze swept over the half-burnt boots on the floor and he said, "A few ants crawled up their boots, burrowed into the gaps in the straps, or hid in the creases of their trousers, constantly providing me with their hiding place."

After listening, Antoine's eyes flashed with amazement: "Wizard's Chess has existed for hundreds of years, so why has it evolved into something so magical after it came into your hands?"

But what makes a genius a genius is that he can always do things that ordinary people can't even imagine.

Antoine didn't dwell on the answer to the question, but instead laughed and said, "I'm already looking forward to seeing what your puppet army will look like when it's fully formed and makes its debut! It'll definitely surprise everyone!"

—Even Mr. Grindelwald!
Antoine couldn't help but look longing, imagining the scene, and couldn't help but chuckle.

Wade lowered his eyes and smiled slightly.

Then Antoine began to worry again: "But we let them get away, what do we do now? Without these little guys, can we still find those two slippery fellows?"

After a pause, he added:

“While Mr. Grindelwald will certainly understand the predicament Gilbert Fontana faces and is unlikely to blame us, but…”

If a leader who is over a hundred years old has to finish their work every time, then what is the point of their existence?

Wade sighed softly, a look of near helplessness on his face: "There is another way to find them."

Antoine was taken aback and pressed, "What method?"

Wade said, "Fortune telling."

(End of this chapter)