Mr. Lucius-Malfoy was taking a big breath of the fresh, sweet air around him.

In the air, he could smell the smell of the sea, and he could also hear the sound of the waves.

Looking at the sea in the dawn sun, a cold breeze ruffled his hair. He was now on a high black rock outcropping out of the sea, and the waves rolled and foamed beneath his feet.

Turning his head to look behind him, there was a cliff towering behind him, and the steep rock wall fell straight down. It was bare and desolate, with only the sea and rocks, not a single tree in sight, no grass and no beach......

There was nothing but their uninvited guests, who were about to leave for the distance.

His wife, Narcissa Malfoy, carried a suitcase in her hand and looked nervously at several strangely dressed companions.

There were three of them, the first of whom was a witch......

She looked young, barely more than thirty years old, barely visible on her face outside her cloak, with a pointed wizard's hat on her head and a black trench coat on her second!

But in the course of their conversation with her, the Malfoys had already sensed that something was wrong in her hoarse voice.

There are also two wizards, both of whom are very old men...... One of them was a skinny old man with a strange ferret-like pet in his arms, and another old man had a sinister and cunning look that was not a good man at first glance......

Of the three, only the "sinister and cunning-looking" old man, Mr. Malfoy, was somewhat familiar: the notorious new principal of Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, who had been appointed more than half a year ago: Winston Vance.

Unexpectedly, this wizard, who is known for his cunning, is actually a follower of Gellert Grindelwald.

And the other two, judging from Vance's attitude towards them, their status in the organization is even higher than Vance's.

Walking with these three strange companions, the Malfoys did not even dare to come out of the atmosphere...... They didn't even know what was waiting on the edge of this cliff, and they didn't dare to ask......

......

They didn't wait long, and only a few minutes later, a figure quietly walked on the other side of the boulder.

"Mr. Patrick!" shouted Mr. Malfoy, somewhat surprised.

Looking at his wife's puzzled eyes on the side, Lucius Malfoy hurriedly explained, "He is the one who rescued me from Azkaban......"

"Good morning, Mr. Malfoy!" Christopher Patrick smiled and nodded at Mr. Malfoy, "I wish you a great trip to Northern Europe!"

"It's my pleasure, Mr. Patrick......" Lucius Malfoy nodded busily.

The witch on the side frowned suddenly, and at the same time glanced at the Malfoys with disdain.

"Master Patrick, how is the situation at Hogwarts now!" Winston Vance interjected from the side and smirked, "Those Brits, are you overwhelmed by the master's magic!"

"The situation has stabilized, with the return of Albus Dumbledore!" Christopher Patrick replied with a blank face.

"Hogwarts has been attacked?" Narcissa Malfoy couldn't help but exclaim, "Draco...... Draco won't ......"

Lucius hurriedly stopped his wife, then pulled her aside, and after a wink, the two avoided the conversation between the four on the other side.

"We went to such great lengths to get these two crappy wizards out of prison?" the witch snorted coldly, a little disdainful, and glanced coldly at the Malfoys again.

"Of course not, Miss Rozier!" Christopher Patrick shook his head, "They're just the smallest part of the plan......"

"I find I can't see through you at all, Patrick!" Rozier said coldly, while the pair of cold eyes stared coldly at each other, "It's like I can't understand what you're calling the three of us to England for...... If it weren't for the master's orders, believe me, I'd have killed you by now!"

"Don't be angry, Lord Rozier......" Winston Vance hurriedly said on the sidelines, "Master Patrick must have his plan...... Frederick, why don't you hurry up and help me persuade her......"

Frederick kept his head down, taking care of the "ferret" in his arms...... It's as if this little guy is more fun than everything around him.

"Miss Rozier, Master Grindelwald has ordered us not to fight Albus Dumbledore again......" Christopher Patrick said with a calm expression on his face.

"Of course, so in London, I didn't kill a single Dumbledore!" Rozier replied in an unceremonious cold voice.

"But we shouldn't let Lord Grindelwald's name be forgotten from this world...... "Kristof said slowly, "especially when there is an English dark wizard who dares to seize the name of Lord Grindelwald'......"

"What do you mean...... The wizard who called himself 'Lord Voldemort', and his followers?" Rozier's tone softened a little.

"The master never cares about these false ......," Frederick said unhurriedly, taking his eyes off the ferret.

"But I care......" Christopher said lightly, "what about you, Miss Rozier?"

"Hmph!" Rozier closed his eyes, "I'll accept this reason for now!"

......

Four huge Thestrals, in the light of dawn, spread their wings and flew to the far north.

Mr. Lucius Malfoy hugged the "monster" by the neck while his wife hugged him tightly from behind.

The other three companions seemed to be accustomed to this way of traveling.

They seem to be able to talk to each other while flying.

"Lord Rozier, I didn't expect you to be persuaded by that young man so easily!" Frederick said, still in his trademark, unhurried voice, on Thestrals' back.

"It's not his so-called reason that convinced me!" Rozier's face suddenly showed a rare smile.

At the same time, her voice seemed to have become much younger: "It's the tone and attitude of his speech...... Almost exactly the same as the owner more than seventy years ago!"

"Very well!" Frederick smiled as well, "I accept your reasoning, Lord Rozier!"

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