Under the church, the originally small basement has been expanded several times by this time, half of which is used for cultivating medicinal herbs and refining potions, and the remaining half is .....

Several circles painted with fresh blood were painted on the ground in an unsightly mess, and in the center of each circle lay a man who was constantly struggling, twisting, and showing a crazy face.... Judging by their clothing, they are all homeless or prisoners.

The blood that had spilled from the wounds of those who had been sacrificed was pulled out by some force and rushed towards the bloodied Grindelwald in the center of several circles.

Grindelwald's expression at this time seemed out of place with this strange and crazy ritual.... Grindelwald's face was calm and rational at this time, and there was even a hint of .... Pleasure?

"Mistress Grindelwald, you've carved that part of your soul into that part of your madness." Paul, who was the performer of this inhuman ritual, couldn't stop his voice trembling even as a ghost.

The blood on Grindelwald's body slowly seeped into his skin, and he said in a calm tone, "No.... I can still feel that part.... It's just slowing down the erosion of my soul. ”

Grindelwald could still feel the madness in his mind tempting him to pray and sacrifice to that being, but the sound was faint enough to be noticeable compared to before.

"Then Lord Grindelwald.... What should these Muggles do? ”

Hearing this, Grindelwald couldn't help but touch his chin and think....

"Indeed, the flow of so many Muggles into the Dark Wizard market is easy to arouse the suspicion of the Ministry of Magic..."

Suddenly, the frantic expressions of the mob in the town resurfaced in front of Grindelwald's eyes, overlapping with the appearance of the homeless people in front of him.

Grindelwald's tone suddenly became very cold, and he said in a deep voice: "Take it and refine the potion." ”

"That.... What kind of potion should I refine, Lord Grindelwald? Fear flashed in Paul's eyes, and then it was overshadowed by fanaticism.

Only such a powerful person who does not feel confused can truly bring true freedom to the wizarding world.

"Paul, this should be what you should consider, you are the master of this, and I believe that you will not fail the trust I have placed in you, right?"

Paul's body was trembling, but unlike the last time, this time it was because he was taken seriously.

......

At Borgin Burke Magic Shop, anything related to dark arts, anything you can think of, can be found here.

The iron virgin who keeps wailing, the mummy arm who is still writhing trying to grab something, the devil's head with a flame burning in the eye socket that will never be extinguished....

The store manager is a slender middle-aged man, with a sly smile on his face that is always on his face, making people feel that he is always planning something.

As soon as he saw Grindelwald step into the store, the store manager immediately ran in front of Grindelwald with that disturbing smile on his face.

"Welcome to the shop, do you have anything you need?"

Grindelwald frowned and looked around, the rich aura of black magic and curses interfering with Grindelwald's perception.... It makes Grindelwald feel like he's in a hazy fog looking for something, which is boring.

The familiar aura always appeared in Grindelwald's perception, but every time Grindelwald tried to catch it, it disappeared without a trace...

Seeing Grindelwald's hesitant look, the store manager's eyes rolled for a while, and he took out a blood-stained deck of playing cards from his pocket.

"Guest, you should be the first time to contact the dark magic props, then I highly recommend you to use this playing card, his curse on it will allow you to win every game!"

Seeing this, Grindelwald clasped his hands in front of his chest, looked at the deck of cards with interest, and asked, "Winning every game doesn't sound like a curse." ”

At this time, Grindelwald got rid of the whispers in his ear that had been bothering him for several days, and his mood still maintained the joy of his genius, and it didn't hurt to look at some small toys.

"It seems that you can't hide your eyes, indeed, this playing card has a small side effect.... All you need to do is feed 10ml of blood a day, which is a tiny fraction of the gold gallons you won. ”

Grindelwald held the deck of cards in his hand and looked at them for a while, and the deck writhed as if he was afraid of something, trying to escape, but was pinched in his hand by Grindelwald.

"It's interesting, a little toy that eats away at the soul by absorbing blood." As he spoke, the playing cards in Grindelwald's hand began to burn, and with a sharp scream, only a dancing blue flame was left in Grindelwald's hand.

The flames kept changing in Grindelwald's hands, lizards, bats, poisonous snakes... All of these animals have one thing in common, and that is that they are all constantly screaming at the store manager.

"It seems that the guest's black magic attainments are already so profound, I apologize for the faux pass just now, as compensation for all the things that the guest bought in this store today are all discounted, what do you think?" The manager was apparently not intimidated by Grindelwald's threats....

The store manager, who has been dealing with black magic and curses for decades, is not just a profitable place for him, but also an arsenal that belongs only to him.....

Grindelwald put a bag of gold coins on the counter, squinted his eyes slightly and said, "Don't worry, we will all have a lot of gains today." And took one out of it and began to play with it....

When the store manager heard this, he also hid the door of the store, and looked at Grindelwald with the same interest.

"It seems that the customer has something else to inquire about before buying.... Messages cost money at our store, too. ”

Grindelwald held up a finger, and the gold coin kept circling around his fingertips, and said:

"Moonlight."

"It seems that Rhodes has been drowned now...."The store manager sighed when he heard this.

But the store manager was not mourning the loss of Rod's life at this time, but just because he felt sorry for the loss of a big customer.

"The store manager is really knowledgeable about curses and other things, and even knows so well how Rod died."

The store manager sighed and said with resentment: "The statue that Rod sold me has been stolen.... Damn, this rare curse item can often sell for thousands of gold galleons. ”

"Can you tell me what that statue looks like?"

"The gods carved from that statue are relatively rare, so I was more impressed, that is..... It's just...."The store manager suddenly realized that no matter how much he tried to recall, the appearance of the statue was so vague in his memory.

The store manager's back was slowly soaked, and I don't know if it was sweat or ..... Seawater.

Grindelwald was slightly stunned, and when the store manager recalled the item, the vague breath in the air suddenly condensed a little.... Although it soon disappeared again, Grindelwald was already certain that the source of that breath was the stolen item....

Or rather, all the memories associated with it.