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"Well, you might as well say that the basilisk did it, I'd believe it more-" Little Watson still didn't believe it, "I know you're always boasting that you sell better than other stores—"

"I'm not lying, sir. I can make an unbreakable spell. ”

Phoenix and Watson Jr. are not sure at this point. The two looked at each other, and little Watson hesitated.

Grindelwald did have one arrest in the United States, but it was generally believed to be part of his plan, as when Grindelwald escaped from prison, the most dangerous group of dark wizards in North American prisons left with him, becoming part of his future army.

It would be too scary to say that he was defeated, not by intention.

"If you don't believe it, I understand - I'd better send it to the auction house, and I can't smash it in my own hands again. The shopkeeper didn't give them much time, picked up the box and was about to leave.

"Well, how much?" Phoenix couldn't figure it out for a moment. He knew that there must be something in it that had been obscured by the shopkeeper. In any case, such a rare thing still piqued his interest.

When they left the shop, the owner warmly escorted them to the central statue. By the way, he was given a jar of human brains, which were food for the curling demon, and the shopkeeper was not sure if it ate the brains of other animals, but it was sure that it was interested in human brains anyway.

"I'll go find Scamander when I have time. Phoenix said, placing the snake on the ground that had been used to cool him, "Now that I think about it, there must be something wrong." ”

"I think it could be the environment, maybe it was a sneak attack, or maybe Grindelwald didn't want to fight back in the first place. ”

"If so, wouldn't we have been deceived? ”

"But even then, it is true that the word defeat can be used. Little Watson said slowly.

Back at their temporary quarters, the American officials had long since returned, and only a few young employees in the hall were still gleefully talking about what they had seen and heard at the banquet.

"What the hell are you?" Phoenix held his wand to transform the table in front of him into a pig, and Eden stood on a hanger combing his feathers, "You're not happy?"

The pig turns into a German Shepherd.

"You have the most say in this matter," he glared at Eden viciously, "and you are fully responsible for your feathers." ”

It screeched.

'What does it have to do with me!'

"It's coming off you, you shouldn't-"

The knock on the door sounded rhythmically, interrupting what he was about to say.

"Please come in. With a wave of the wand, the table was restored.

"Fruitful?" said George, still wearing his evening gown.

"What about you, so to speak?" he put away his wand and rummaged through an old book in his pocket.

"Very well, the general framework has been negotiated, including wizard repatriation, Muggle press control on both sides, emergency medical assistance. He sat down and spat out a heavy puff of wine.

He suddenly said in a parseltongue tone: "Yao Ren said that his father, Yao Hong, wants to meet you tomorrow." ”

"I don't know yet, you're a parseltongue?" he said in a surprised tone, but didn't look up.

"This—" George was reluctant to answer.

"When I didn't ask," Phoenix didn't get to the bottom of it, "what did he want to talk about?"

He didn't say that a temporary Floo fan network would be opened tomorrow afternoon. ”

"Got it," Phoenix nodded, pulling out the heavy book he hadn't read in a long time, "I wish you all the best tomorrow." ”

"The people in the joint investigation team always like to pick the bone in the egg, but when there is a really serious accident, they can't do anything about it. George said contemptuously.

The book "Hidden Events and Magic in the Wizarding World" has been shelved since he read it hastily. Wands have a long history, and there must be some anecdotes that have been recorded.

Soon a human face appears in the book. The Phoenix wand is pointed at the radio, and after a few adjustments, a melodious piece of music is played.

"Wands, every wand maker has a different understanding - there is indeed a very special wand, or a wand-making technique. I was an apprentice at the time, and I had a wandmaker named Aeschylus, who was very young and very talented. Rumor has it that he made a wand like no other. ”

"He worked for Salazar Slytherin, one of the founders of Hogwarts, and made a special wand that used a part of the basilisk as the core ingredient so that it could be controlled by the Parseltongue. The master can give some simple instructions to the wand. Some ghostly people have been trying to dig up Slytherin's grave and see how that wand was made. In the end, they did. The descendants of Slytherin were in such decline that they bribed the British Council of Wizards (the predecessor of the Ministry of Magic) to dig up his coffin in the name of research. But nothing, not even bones. Some people suspect that it is not a Slytherin cemetery, it was hundreds of years ago, and who can tell what happened. ”

For a while, there was no sound coming from the books.

"Is this the end?" he picked up the book and flipped through a page, which read in bold red: Makhtokolo School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

'Got me a present?' Eden flew to the table, staring at a wooden box.

"No, I was fooled into buying it. "Phoenix wasn't very sleepy yet, the desert temperature was very low at night, and the cold wind blew in and made people shiver. Pick up the warm Eden and read it directly.

The school's ornate exterior is made of mutton fat and white jade, and students ride huge petrels to and from school and home every day. This Japanese school of magic has the fewest students among the eleven internationally renowned schools of magic, and they refuse to accept foreign students, even purebloods.

The font below is clearly not left by the author, and a paragraph is inserted in a beautiful dark green ink, which looks very familiar.

It's all nonsense, the Mahetokolo School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is located on the top of Mt. Origa on Iwo Jima.

A photo is attached below.

A group of people posed for a group photo under a large flag, and the Japanese wizard's expression was obviously unnatural, a little annoyed but trying to put on a smile. Looking closely at the people in the photo, Phoenix remembered who wrote the passage.

His father smiled and winked at him in the crowd, and it looked like he was about 20 years old at the time.

Phoenix hadn't seen his father for years, and although his portrait hung in his Swiss home, he hadn't been back yet. Fingers are gently brushed over the photo.

The photograph protruded from the parchment and landed in his hands. turned it over, and my father also left a paragraph.

The photo was taken on February 23, 1945, in front of the Makhtokolo School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, look at the faces of the Japanese, they certainly don't like a bunch of American Muggles to show off their might in front of them, but they must smile at us, or wait to be hanged by those Chinese. I love the feeling. ’

"Look—do you remember my father—well?" Eden had hidden his head in his wings and fell into a deep sleep.

"You old thing, you can sleep fast. Phoenix said reluctantly, closing the page. (To be continued.) )