After discovering traces of goblins' involvement in the plan in the United States.

The Saints' intelligence system began to operate rapidly.

After searching for all unusual activities of goblins in the past 100 years, we finally found information about Turan, the Goblin King.

Although no one knows the real name of Turan, the Fairy King, he once became a famous alchemy master in Europe under the name of Glass.

He had close contacts and cooperation with many powerful wizards, including several from the Ministry of Magic.

There are also vague rumors that Glass, or Turan, is extremely powerful without relying on alchemical items.

However, no wizard believed it. At most, they thought that Turan defeated the enemy by using the alchemical items he made.

This is normal.

As a top alchemist, as long as he prepares in advance, the combat power he can exert is enough to reach a very high level.

But for some reason, according to the intelligence, the other party is obviously a fairy.

But the relationship with the goblins does not seem to be close, and there is even some vague contradiction.

At that time, this was also one of the reasons why many wizards and the Ministry of Magic were friendly with Turan.

But now it seems that everything is an illusion.

The other party might have already gathered all the goblins in Europe a long time ago.

The truth behind his sudden disappearance and even being mistaken for death was also revealed - he ran away to the United States, established the American Wizarding Bank, and interfered with the Magical Congress.

Thinking of this, Rozier couldn't help but sigh.

The other party is really too sensitive.

If it was forty or fifty years ago, then the saints might have been able to find traces of Turan.

But the other party has been constantly cleaning up its own traces over the years, and even consciously mobilized the elite forces of the goblins to leave Europe and go to the United States.

As a result, up to now, they know that the goblins have caused them a lot of trouble.

However, not much important information related to Turan could be found.

As for the European fairies, those that occupied key positions are basically nowhere to be found, as they had already moved away.

Most of those who stayed were ordinary goblins, and many of them were still serving the local Ministry of Magic.

If the Saints were not ready to turn against all the magical tribes in Europe, then it would be impossible for them to target these ordinary goblins.

Besides, what’s the point of catching as many ordinary goblins as possible?

The treasure could not be found, the key goblin could not be captured, and no useful information could be obtained.

This goblin Turan is really a slippery catfish.

Vida Rozier felt a little headache.

After thinking for a while, he waved the feather pen in his hand and wrote slowly: "Mobilize 1 gold galleons for supplies, 3000 bottles of healing potion..."

“…”

Rozier wrote slowly, sometimes pausing as if he was thinking or considering, and sometimes erasing or erasing previous words.

sand!sand!sand!

The sound of rustling writing came from the vice-principal's office.

A list appeared on the parchment, which became longer and longer, and Rozier wrote slower and slower.

suddenly...

The quill pen paused, the rustling sound of writing disappeared, and silence filled the surroundings.

This silence came a little abruptly.

The sound of the cold wind outside, and the faint sounds of little wizards playing outside the office...

All disappeared!

At this moment, Rosier became alert, and the quill in his hand gradually turned into a brown wand in his hand.

Apart from the manifestation of the wand in her hand, she did nothing, not even moving.

It's not that she doesn't want to move.

Instead, she clearly felt a strong sense of malice surrounding her.

The smell of death has never been so strong.

It seemed that if she moved even slightly, the next moment, the only result would be death.

However, although fear lingered in his heart, the cruelty in his heart was also aroused.

Following the great leader Grindelwald, how could we be powerless?

next moment.....

boom!

The desk in front of him and the chair he was sitting on exploded into pieces, flying in all directions.

The blue flames spread outward at lightning speed, burning everything in sight.

At the same time, black light flickered, phantoms shifted, and it was quietly activated.

Strangely, it was not Rosier's figure that disappeared, but the wand in her hand.

"Damn it, the news leaked." Voldemort's cold voice sounded.

The next moment, thin black ropes emerged from the air and tied Rozier from head to toe, preventing him from struggling.

"It won't have much impact. Even if the news doesn't leak today, it will reach Grindelwald's ears soon." Tom's gentle and elegant voice sounded.

In Rozier's eyes, a young man wearing an exquisite dark green wizard robe appeared before him.

Oops, the enemies turned out to be the two Voldemorts of Britain.

Rosier looked at the two wizards standing on his left and right.

A pale skin, scarlet eyes revealing deep malice.

A young and elegant man with a gentle smile, but exuding a mysterious dark aura.

The corresponding identity information quickly emerged in my mind.

Rozier was shocked and confused.

Why did they come to Europe, to Durmstrang?

However, when he thought of the message sent from his wand, the fear in his heart slowly disappeared.

Then he looked coldly at the two people in front of him.

If you are caught, it means...

Durmstrang had fallen.

Chapter 520 Grindelwald: All the Elite Saints, Follow Me

The Headmaster's Office, Ilvermorny, USA.

On the desk lay a piece of yellow parchment.

Grindelwald sat at his desk, waving his quill and making revisions.

Sometimes he would ponder, as if thinking, and sometimes he would suddenly realize something and quickly write down his thoughts.

The feather pen waved, and lines of elegant handwriting continued to emerge.

However, what is magical is that no matter how much Grindelwald wrote, this parchment seemed to be endless.

The font has moved up unknowingly, and 1/3 is always left blank.

Grindelwald was clearly familiar with this.

After all, this was a magical item he had made himself specifically for recording his research results, and he had added all the functions he could think of.

It's just a simple movement of the font to leave some space.

What he liked most was the automatic deduction function of this magic record.

Some magic experiments, including some data calculations, can be automatically deduced to give results with a high degree of reliability. Even some ideas that are generated can be automatically deduced to determine the probability of success.

Because the power of fate is involved here.

This is his favorite feature and saves him a lot of time.

At this moment, he is writing down his thoughts and research results on meditation and joint spellcasting.

After repeated experiments and many actual combats, we have to admit that meditation combined with joint spellcasting can indeed change the course of future wars.

The only drawback is that the spirituality is easily suppressed.

This does not have much impact on ordinary wizards.

But if you really want to reach the top, every wizard has his own characteristics.

Such as his fate, Dumbledore's rebirth, and Voldemort's death.

After these souls have transformed, they are born naturally according to their own spirituality.

After practicing meditation, one will feel that one’s mental power and spirituality will be suppressed and transformed into attributes unique to meditation.

Of course, if the soul is transformed, it can be compensated naturally.

This is obviously more costly.

However, this has no effect on ordinary wizards. On the contrary, after their mental power has been transformed, it is easier to resonate with magic power.

Grindelwald waved his hand and recorded his latest thoughts on the parchment.

After pondering for a moment, a solution seemed to emerge in my mind. Although the process is a bit complicated, it may be effective and can be regarded as a solution.

So I picked up my pen and wrote again.

However....

boom! boom! boom!

There were crisp knocking sounds coming from the window. The pet eagle Nubi was knocking on the window regularly with his long beak.

This made Grindelwald's expression stiffen and his face turned gloomy.

He wasn't angry at Nubi the Eagle for knocking on the window and disturbing him.

It was the brown wooden wand that Nubi was holding at his feet.

The magic wand of his confidant Vida Rosier!

call!

With a wave of his hand, the glass window opened quietly, and the eagle Nubby flapped its wings quickly, landed in front of Grindelwald, placed the wand in his hand in front of him, and then flew to the shelf beside him.

He tilted his head and stared at the scene in front of him.

He is very smart and he has seen this wand countless times.

Although every time we met, I was accompanied by the old woman.

But this time the old woman disappeared, and the magic wand flew in front of him.

He could feel the anger and despair entangled in the wand.

Tell him directly that something bad happened and he needs to find his master.

really...

Grindelwald placed his hand on the surface of the wand and stroked it gently, and the pupil of his left eye quietly turned silver-white.

One picture after another appeared quietly.

Grindelwald's face was gloomy and his eyes were cold. The temperature of the whole room suddenly dropped several degrees, which seemed to indicate his inner anger.

The Rosier wand in his hand seemed to sense some kind of information and jumped slightly, as if agreeing with Grindelwald's thoughts at the moment.

At this moment...

Boom!Boom!Boom!

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