"I didn't get much money from Sniff."

No amount of money can withstand John's lavish spending.

Originally, John was only planning a second time flash in two months, but the circus tour was delayed.

He wandered around in hiding, stopped in an alley, and slowly turned to look.

"You've been with me for so long, you always need to explain what you mean."

Not far behind John, a man of remarkable height and pale face smiled.

The man looked up, revealing dark golden eyes under the brim of his hat.

"Let me guess, you're not going to have a crush on my flowers, are you?" John saw those eyes, and it reminded him of Heinrich.

"Joke, Mr. Joel." The man bowed, taking off his hat to reveal his supple black hair, "Wolfgang Edgar, you may not know me, but in the eyes of my followers, you are extremely important."

"That's a real prize." John shrugged, "I'm just an ordinary wizard passing by."

"It's an honor for the great Grindelwald to remember my little me."

When he says, 'When he is great, there is no fear or respect, but a bland tone.

Wolfgang looked at John deeply, and when he heard the name from Grindelwald's mouth, he was amazed at his own light.

He knew Grindelwald too well.

This is an extremely arrogant wizard, and the only one he can take in his eyes is Dumbledore, who is the professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts.

'Joel is a name that has been mentioned many times since Wolfgang followed Grindelwald.

That name came up with Dumbledore.

Only Wolfgang, who is his closest confidant, can know.

Grindelwald's devotion to 'Joel' was no less than Dumbledore's.

It could even be said that it has reached a point where Wolfgang has to count who appears more often.

Grindelwald was arrested, and Wolfgang, as a confidant, was not in a hurry at all.

He even knew that after this time, there would be new members of Grindelwald's revolutionary ranks.

This is the charm that belongs to Grindelwald, and everyone who comes into contact with him will be unconsciously integrated into it.

I thought that my boss would contact me after developing believers.

Unexpectedly, Grindelwald found himself through some means in the first week of being locked up.

Wolfgang knew a piece of news.

The man called 'Joel' reappeared after more than 20 years.

And Wolfgang is about finding each other.

A stunt glimpse of Diagon Alley allows Wolfgang to keep up with John.

"Mr. Joel, is it an honor to have a drink?" Wolfgang sent out the invitation.

John smiled slightly, "My appearance fee is very expensive."

"I'm sure Edgar can afford it." Wolfgang smiled confidently.

As the ruler of the ancient pure-blood family Edgar, he has this capital.

"Well, I guess I need to go, don't I?"

John glanced behind him, where a beautiful woman had appeared at some point, wand in her hand.

With bright eyes and red lips, she is like a blooming black rose, handsome and cold.

"First meeting, Mr. Yoel, Venda Rozier." Venda stared at John, wand in hand ready to prevent John from escaping.

Grindelwald's left and right hands, John's hand is not small.

Unlike the lonely people in the United States, Europe is Grindelwald's home turf.

Wolfgang sideways out of the way and extended his right hand to invite.

John knew that his chances of leaving now were too small, so he walked towards Wolfgang, did not make a move, and was invited to leave.

It was a wine with only a few people

Museum.

Wolfgang sat across from John, with Wenda looking at John scrutinically.

"Austrian wine from 1882." Wolfgang gently shook the red liquor in his glass and said in an exclamatory tone, "Drinks are a magical thing, they become more and more mellow with time."

"It's the same with people."

Through the wine, his gaze fell on John.

"And what about you, Mr. Joel?"

Wolfgang's body leans forward slightly, and the criss-cross naturally sags.

"You don't look like you're in your forties?"

"Grindelwald has searched for your tracks many times, and you never appeared, why did you reappear now, or when he was arrested?"

Wolfgang stared at John tightly, too many questions.

Not just Wolfgang, but also from Grindelwald.

It's an interrogation, and John takes it in stride when confronted by two wizards.

He pinched the wine glass and shook it slightly.

The aroma of wine was released from the shaking of the glass, and John chuckled, "You have too many questions, Edgar."

The back touched the back of the chair, and John looked at ease.

"You should know something, but at what cost?"

"The price?" Wolfgang snorted.

John rightly said, "Equivalent exchange."

"I think you're mistaken, Mr. Joel," Wolfgang smirked, "do you have any misunderstanding of your current situation?"

Wolfgang pointed at Venda and said, "We controlled you."

"Misunderstanding? You're wrong." John shook his head and said lightly, "It's not you who control me, it's me who controls you."

John didn't even take out his wand, and his arrogant tone made Wolfgang feel ridiculous.

John smiled as well.

The next second.

A coercion centered on John surged wildly towards the two people in front of him.

Wolfgang's smile disappeared in a second.

Venda quickly got to her feet, her wand pointed at John with great determination.

"Don't be nervous." John said lightly, "Just a show."

Glancing at the wand that never moved, John said flatly, "Your magic can't kill me."

"You can try."

"Venda!"

Wolfgang raised his hand to stop her next move.

Staring at John, Wolfgang had a feeling that the man in front of him didn't seem to be joking.

Wenda, who was also Grindelwald's right and left hand, looked at John again after hearing Wolfgang's words.

She slowly lowered her wand.

John tilted his head, "I also know a guy who puts a killing curse, that guy doesn't have a very good brain, I can assure you, he's stronger than you."

Venda looked solemn, and John chuckled, "Don't be nervous, I'm not you."

"I don't kill easily." John said with a smirk.

Wolfgang somewhat understood why Grindelwald was obsessed with this man.

Powerful, confident, elegant.

"So, what is the cost?" Wolfgang wanted to see what the man who traded with his own information wanted.

John smiled.

Compromise is the first step to losing a negotiation.

He said meaningfully, "Maybe the Deathly Hallows would be a good choice."

Wolfgang's face changed, and he subconsciously grabbed the pendant with vertical lines, circles, and triangles on his neckline.

"How did you ......?"

As soon as Wolfgang opened his mouth, he realized that he seemed to be revealing something, and closed his mouth and stared at John.

"Don't be so surprised." John shrugged and said, "Do you still want an answer now?"

In exchange for the Elder Wand,

Wolfgang wasn't so extravagant.

He looked at John for a long time and shook his head slowly.

"Then we can change the conditions." John sat up straight and tapped one hand lightly on his glass.

White frost covers the glass, and a slight chill emerges.

"I killed Dumbledore for you, this ...... Enough sincerity."

The atmosphere solidified.

Wolfgang tried to see something in John's face, but all he saw was indifference.

Kill Dumbledore?..

Not to mention whether Grindelwald wants to do this or not, let's just say that Dumbledore's strength is not something that anyone can say.

"We need time to think about it." Wolfgang said cautiously.

John shrugged, and the moment his fingers let go of the glass, the red wine that had solidified in the glass turned back to its original state.

"I hope you'll think it through."

He got up and walked outside.

Venda tried to stop him.

John said lightly, "In this wizarding gathering place, you want to start a war with me?"

Ignoring the wand pointed at him, John stepped out.

Venda didn't make a move in the end.

Their current status is Wanted, and they all need to keep a low profile enough until Grindelwald comes out.

Once the three of them do it, then they will definitely let the French Aurors come.

When the time comes, they won't be able to account for Grindelwald.

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