I swung a sword at Hogwarts

And the saint was overwhelmed by the anger of the people, and he died.

"The public cannot be blamed for this incident. They just protected the hero."

"We don't know how many people want to kill the hero, but they can only do so by stepping on a body of flesh and blood."

John looked at the comments and felt strange.

"How could Poland, which even the Stars cannot enter, be easily infiltrated by the Saints?" John expressed his doubts.

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Chapter 619: Going to Poland Alone, the Truth

Poland.

Inger Griffith was speaking on the stage, and the crowd was cheering and fanaticizing, as if they were a group of brainwashed fanatics.

They shouted for freedom and punishment, and everyone was injected with blood called the future, making them burn.

The attack by the saints made these people firm in their righteousness.

Lippi mingled in the crowd, feeling horrified for Inge Griffiths' supporters.

He was present when the attack took place.

He was keenly aware that something was wrong with the attacker.

Arriving at the small building where the attacker was, Lippi looked at the shocking bloodstains.

"He turns men into beasts."

Lippi gasped.

In the magical world, everyone has a wand in their hand that can cast magic.

But this group of people used the most primitive and brutal method to kill a life alive.

The most frightening thing is that no one in the public thinks that this practice is inappropriate.

On the contrary, they were happy that justice had been done to them.

They cheered, they celebrated.

Justice took over everything at that moment.

"If it was me who attacked, I wouldn't choose this place." Lippi stood where the blood was.

As an assassin, this is not the right choice.

There is no retreat, no sufficient cover, and you will even be exposed to everyone's sight at the first moment.

"If Grindelwald's followers are determined to die, then he should be closer."

Lippi murmured to himself that he accepted old Batistuta's order to stay in Poland.

Thanks to this, he was able to conduct investigations among that fanatical people.

Poland is now an iron barrel that surrounds the entire magical society.

Lipi, who is inside the iron barrel, is the only key to solving the case.

A terrible thought came into his mind.

"He's looking for death."

Staring at the place where the blood had coagulated, Lippi grasped a hint of truth.

Recalling the laughter as the attacker died.

That's not fear, that's a sacrifice.

This attack solidified Inger's supporters in Poland into an iron wall, and made the entire magical community more open to the outside world than ever before.

Moreover, the international magical community's attention to and understanding of the situation in Poland will infinitely enhance the prestige of the Polish Minister of Magic.

Lippi's hair stood up at the thought of this horrible idea.

What kind of person can make people willingly die in such a painful way?

He was beaten to death by angry mobs.

This was a sacrifice, a sacrifice that would send the Polish Minister of Magic to the altar.

"Inge Griffiths, who did nothing in the first half of his life, became a sensation around the world after Grindelwald appeared."

Lippi has already caught a glimpse of the truth, and by following this clue, he will be able to understand the truth little by little.

"Grindelwald, Griffith, I need to find out."

He put on his hood, looked at the parade going on, and walked in.

He needed to be extremely careful, as he was alone and helpless in this place.

He could have left right now, but he knew that this little information was not evidence at all.

The only way is to sneak into the Ministry of Magic.

There was a dead body there.

The dead cannot speak, but their bodies can let people know everything they have experienced.

...

starry night.

Polish Ministry of Magic.

Lippi stole a coat and, after the change, sneaked into the Ministry of Magic.

The last time he came here with old Batty, he had basically figured out the structure inside.

"The bodies will be placed at the bottom."

He walked into the elevator and pressed the button, thinking silently.

The famous body of Grindelwald will definitely not be disposed of casually.

That body was a symbol of Inge's heroism.

The elevator rumbled down, and Lippi was still thinking.

"That scar doesn't look like it was formed normally."

For wizards, ordinary scars can be removed with magic, or restored using potions.

There is only one exception.

That's black magic.

It is almost impossible for a being of Grindelwald's level to harm himself with dark magic.

With Grindelwald's strength, no one could leave a scar on him.

Then as old Barty guessed, the body might not be Grindelwald.

But why does the corpse look like Grindelwald?

In the magical world, even Animagus has a way to reveal its true form.

After all, Lippi had gotten an A in Transfiguration, so he didn't think a dead person could hide anything from him.

Then it must be another method, not a compound potion, nor Transfiguration.

The elevator stopped and Lippi looked ahead, then quickly lowered his head.

The elevator gate was opened, and a familiar face came into view.

It was the Auror who drove Lippi away in the hall last time.

The tall Auror came in with three Aurors.

Lippi lowered his presence, huddled in a corner, and was glad that he had put on a hat.

"You're going to the Black Zone?"

A voice sounded in my ears, it belonged to a tall Auror.

Lippi realized that he was asking himself, he lowered his voice to change it, and said: "Director Grimm asked me to go down and look for the files."

The black area is near the archives room.

The tall Auror raised his eyebrows and said, "It seems that Director Grimm is too busy with the 'Observer' these days."

Observer?

Lippi silently memorized the code name. The elevator arrived at the Auror office and several Aurors walked out.

Before leaving, the tall Auror paused and said, "The Patrol Department is not that scary. There's no need to shrink your head."

The Picket Section is the Auror team that reports directly to the Minister of Magic.

Lippi had seen many times in recent days that the Squad had broken into the homes of 'corrupt people' and taken them back to the Ministry of Magic, never to be seen again.

This is a military organization used to consolidate the regime, but it is loved by the Polish people.

What they like most is to see the patrol department break into the homes of wealthy people who are filthy rich, drag out corrupt officials who are as dead as pigs and send them to jail.

The lift door is closed.

Lippi, who had been keeping his head down, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

He thought he was exposed.

If I were caught in the Ministry of Magic, it would be a question of how I would be dealt with.

I'm afraid he will be executed as the assassin of the Minister of Magic.

As for the British Ministry of Magic?

Who cares about him?

The bigger problem is that officials from the British Ministry of Magic appear in other countries' ministries of magic without permission.

The lights on the elevator floor flickered.

When the number reached ten, he reached the black area.

The most confidential things are usually kept here.

The left side leads to the archive room, and the right side leads to the secret area of ​​the black zone.

The secret area is dark, and only those holding the Hand of Glory can see what's inside.

Lippi came out and stood quietly listening for any human voice.

After making sure that no one was around, he pulled the Hand of Glory out of the inside pocket of his coat.

"I'm really lucky that a random person I met turned out to be an employee of the Black Zone."

Lippi lit the Hand of Glory with his magic wand, but the meager candlelight was the sense of security he could rely on.

Walking towards the black area, Lippi saw many relics from the last war in the black area.

He saw a missile, placed on a shelf, that could engulf the Ministry of Magic if it exploded.

Of course, Lippi didn't know.

He even reached out and touched it, wondering how such a Muggle item could appear here.

The rust on it shows age.

Walk deeper and after a distance.

He finally met Grindelwald.

The body was placed in a crystal coffin.

Through the transparent crystal, Lippi looked at the man carefully.

"Impossible, no compound potion can last this long."

He looked at the coffin lid. At this point, the only option was to open it and examine it carefully.

He pushed hard and the coffin lid moved only a little.