The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 84 New Trouble

[Is the God's Descent over just like that? Could it be that the energy has been exhausted?]

Wes didn't know the specific situation, but he was eager to check O'Connor's body to see if there were any special changes.

But Evelyn and Jonathan blocked his way, not allowing him to get close. Their eyes were filled with hostility, and they already regarded Wes as an enemy.

With no other choice, Weiss had to use a spell to freeze the two men in place.

O'Connor struggled to stand up, but he was too weak and every movement seemed so difficult.

Weiss quickly walked over to him and carefully examined his body, but did not find any obvious abnormalities on O'Connor.

Finally, Weiss took out a bottle of recovery potion from his sleeve and handed it to O'Connor: "Drink this, it will help you recover your strength."

Then it vanished in a burst of magical light—
Weiss witnessed the Ten Plagues and the Divine Descent, and obtained the Black Book of the Dead and the Golden Book of the Sun, but the outcome of his battle with "Him" left him dissatisfied. The feeling of having started well but ended poorly was like a thorn in his heart, causing him endless annoyance.

However, upon returning to Hogwarts, he received even more disturbing news.

"Peter Pettigrew ran away?" Wes was speechless when he heard the news.

Dumbledore nodded helplessly. "According to the Aurors who were escorting him, he controlled the rats and caused a riot, and found an opportunity to escape."

"Did they drink fake wine?" Weiss was extremely disappointed with the Ministry of Magic's incompetence. "That will make him run away!"

Dumbledore handed Weiss a cup of black tea, trying to calm him down. "Because of the World Cup, the Ministry of Magic has withdrawn a large number of elite personnel, so they haven't been particularly concerned about escorting Pettigrew. Fudge is furious about this, and many people within the Ministry are beginning to be dissatisfied with him."

Weiss took the teacup and took a sip, but he had no interest in these political matters. "Didn't they leave any traces on Peter Pettigrew?"

Dumbledore shrugged. "Regrettably, no. We considered it, but ultimately decided to respect the legal process."

Weiss sighed and shook his head. "What a mess."

Just as Weiss was sighing, a silver-white ball emerged from his sleeve, flashing with light.

This is a pair of communication tools made by Weiss. The other one is with Lucius Malfoy. Lucius must have something urgent to contact him.

"You handle the Ministry of Magic matters. I have a job here too." Weiss said to Dumbledore.

"Do you need my help?" Dumbledore added three more spoonfuls of honey to Weiss's tea.

Weiss looked at the teacup with disdain, but didn't take a sip. "I'll tell you when I need you."

He turned and left the office. The tranquility of Hogwarts seemed to have left him, replaced by endless troubles.

The Three Broomsticks, Hogsmeade.

Weiss didn't know why these people always came here to discuss matters. Perhaps it was because the crowds were so large, making it harder to be monitored? Or perhaps the atmosphere was more conducive to concealing secrets?

Weiss arrived at the corner of the hall, where Lucius was already waiting. He was completely cloaked in a black cloak, revealing only his eyes. Even his hands were covered in black gloves. "You're here," Lucius said, his voice altered by some magical artifact, becoming deep and hoarse.

Wes wasn't surprised, after all, being undercover was a dangerous thing.

As for whether Lucius's attire would attract attention, there were many people in the bar who dressed even more strangely than Lucius. In a place like this, Lucius's attire seemed ordinary.

Weiss sat down and cast a soundproofing spell. "Don't worry, no one can hear our conversation."

Lucius's tense body relaxed, and he took a deep breath, as if a heavy burden had been lifted. "They found me, the Death Eaters."

Weiss raised an eyebrow, "What do they want from you?"

Despite the soundproofing spell, Lucius lowered his voice. "The Dark Mark is becoming increasingly apparent. They suspect the You-Know-Who is about to return. To avoid being liquidated by the You-Know-Who, they plan to stir up trouble to prove their loyalty."

When Voldemort fell, except for some diehards who were imprisoned in Azkaban, most Death Eaters avoided imprisonment through various means.

Among them was Lucius, who claimed he followed Voldemort under the influence of the Imperius Curse, and escaped punishment thanks to the influence of his pure-blood family. This was considered a betrayal by Voldemort and his diehard followers. Now that the Dark Mark has reappeared, these people are beginning to panic, fearing a reckoning.

"They plan to cause a riot at the World Cup to prove their loyalty," Lucius said in a low voice.

Weiss was speechless. These Death Eaters were simply fence-sitters. "Is there anyone among them who can be won over?"

Lucius leaned back, nearly falling. He knew Weiss was trying to get him to recruit a few more people. He refused without hesitation: "Don't even think about it. It's too dangerous."

Weiss understood Lucius's concerns. "Just cooperate with them, don't reveal your weaknesses, and tell me the time and location of their attack."

Lucius breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he wasn't forced to do anything himself, it would be fine. "They plan to create chaos during the World Cup and use the crowd as cover to launch an attack. I'll tell you the specific time and place as soon as possible."

Weiss noticed Lucius's uneasiness and comforted him, "Don't worry, it won't be exposed. We will make proper arrangements."

"I hope so." Lucius drank a whole glass of wine, suppressing his inner uneasiness. He looked around and found nothing unusual before getting up and leaving.

A few minutes later, a scarab beetle crawled onto the table and moved around it in a rhythmic manner.

"No one is following Lucius. It seems he is safe for now."

After confirming that Lucius was not being followed, Weiss returned to Hogwarts and went directly to Dumbledore's office to discuss countermeasures.

"Things have been really turbulent lately!" Dumbledore stroked his silver beard and sighed.

Weiss interrupted his sigh, "We already knew their plan in advance. They can't cause any trouble. The important thing is how to make it natural and prevent the Death Eaters from discovering the existence of a mole."

"That is indeed a problem," Dumbledore tapped the desk with his index finger. "Dong~Dong~" the dull sound echoed in the office.

"I got it," Dumbledore suddenly had an idea and took out a piece of letter paper and began to write something.

(End of this chapter)