Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle.

Chapter 103: The gathering of the remaining Wu Cui members

Joseph Bridge at the foot of Gellert Hill.

This is a steel frame bridge across the Danube River, one thousand feet long. It is also known as the Freedom Bridge or the Liberation Bridge. It was originally built for the World Expo, but was later occupied and bombed by the German army. After the war, it was rebuilt and renamed the Liberation Bridge. On the top of the bridge tower stands a statue of the Tululu bird in ancient Hungarian mythology.

A thin mist rises from the Danube River at night, and the view from afar is a little hazy.

Two elderly figures, holding two wands, walked slowly along the street. They waved their wands as they walked, and their figures flickered and moved in the fog, and the sound of the air trembling was very low.

The two stopped in front of a pedestal, looked at the electric lamp hanging on it, stretched out their wands to knock on the lampshade, and then walked straight towards the steel pedestal. The moment their bodies touched the wall, ripples appeared on the hard steel.

The lights flickered, and the two figures disappeared quietly.

Melvin came closer slowly, still wearing the hotel pajamas, looking a little casual. He saw it clearly just now. He first walked around the base and knocked on the lampshade imitating the skills of the two old wizards.

The light seemed to tremble twice, and the light and shadow swayed slightly.

The green-painted metal wall remained the same, but wizards with keen perception could detect subtle changes. The base under the street lamp had become a secret passage, like the ticket gate of Platform 9.

Melvin put his hand into the wall and felt a cool breeze blowing through it.

This secret space has never been seen in any information. It is obviously not a serious place. Whether it is a more secretive black market or a private gathering place for some wizards, it seems impolite and unsafe to rush in rashly.

"It's all here..."

Melvin put aside his worries, took a breath, and went into the secret passage.

Passing through the green-painted steel walls, it was even darker and damper inside. The air was filled with a faint moisture and the smell of cement that had not been ventilated for a long time, like an air-raid shelter or an abandoned subway corridor.

There were rustling footsteps and whispers ahead.

Melvin didn't rush to catch up, but turned around to look. Behind him was a stone wall, also inlaid with lamps. The glass cover on the outside looked a little cloudy, and the brass base had not been smoked for a long time, so it was stained with a layer of gray and black. The symbols outlined with rough lines were faintly visible.

"Triangle, circle, vertical line..."

Melvin narrowed his eyes and murmured softly, confirming that this was the symbol of the Deathly Hallows. "We've really reached the Wiccan Party's territory."

Before continuing to move forward following the guidance of the kerosene lamp, Melvin first tapped the pajamas on his body with his wand. Under the effect of transfiguration, the color of the clothes turned into an inconspicuous black and gray. The hem lengthened to cover the lower body, and the collar extended and closed into a hood, covering half of his face, leaving only a pair of dark eyes exposed. Even the slippers on the soles of his feet became short boots.

Standard dark wizard attire.

Even with the Disillusionment Charm, it was still safer to conceal himself. Pulling his hood over his head, Melvin followed quietly. From now on, he was a ghost in the passage. If he was discovered, he would be a member of the Witch Party.

"..."

You can hear the faint sound of flowing water close to the wall, so this should be near the bank of the Danube.

The passage is deep and long, with some abandoned circular forks, covered with moss and dust, and there are several places where the surface has collapsed. Judging from the cracks, the main body of the passage is a reinforced concrete structure, which eliminates the possibility that it was built by wizards.

Melvin speculated that it might be an underground passage left over from the war, which could also serve as a shelter. It was abandoned for a long time and was finally reused by the Wiccan Party.

Following the passage, keeping a respectful distance, Melvin trailed behind the soft footsteps and voices for about twenty minutes before suddenly stopping. The passage had come to an end, leaving only a gap blocked by a massive boulder. Atop the gap stood a statue of a turul bird, similar to Gryffindor's Portrait Cave. The two old wizards exchanged a password, slipped into the gap, and the boulder closed again.

Through the huge stone blocking the door, Melvin could faintly sense more than a dozen different magical fluctuations inside. It seemed that there really was a gathering tonight.

"It's all here..."

Melvin silently lifted the Disillusionment Charm, pulled on his armor, made sure the hood half covered his face, and then murmured the words to the Tulu'l bird: "For the greater good."

The huge rock opened with a loud bang, and the scene inside was revealed.

A dimly lit circular hall, with a layout similar to that of a courtroom, with a high outer surface and a sunken inner surface, and steps around it leading to a circular platform in the middle.

A dozen wizards were scattered around the steps, dressed similarly to Melvin, all covered tightly with cloaks and hoods. Only two wizards were very frank: the inn owner, Abbott, who stood in the front row, and the elegant yet irascible old witch, who stood in the center of the platform.

It seemed like she was the leader of this party.

I heard old Aibo call her name last night. I think it was Vida...

All the wizards' eyes were focused on him. Melvin had a calm look in his eyes. He nodded slightly at them, walked to a step and stood there with an extremely calm posture.

"I didn't expect that an old friend would respond to my invitation. I thought everyone else was dead!" The white-haired old witch spoke, her words were sharp and sarcastic.

But Melvin was secretly happy that his identity was not exposed. This almost disbanded remnant party was indeed not a formal organization. There was no list or certificate for secret gatherings. It sounded like there were internal conflicts.

Melvin frowned, revealing a hint of displeasure. He lowered his throat and squeezed out an unclear voice: "Vida..."

He seemed to be hesitant to speak, with a complicated tone.

He only called out one name, but it had a great effect, immediately dispelling the few doubts of the wizards present.

In the few seconds after his voice fell, the people around him turned their eyes away, and even the atmosphere in the venue seemed to relax a lot. This change in the secret atmosphere announced that Melvin had officially become a member of the remnants of the Wu Zetian Party, a core member who had experienced the disaster fifty years ago and persisted until now.

Although they didn't know the old man's name yet.

Melvin suppressed his smile, maintaining his expressionless face but unwilling to reveal his identity. He nodded slightly to the wizards around him and exchanged one or two glances whose meaning he himself did not understand. The scene was very harmonious.

"Get back to business!"

The old witch named Vida glanced around with a cold and authoritative look. "There's a serious dragon egg theft in Romania, and wizards from several nearby countries have been called in to investigate. The Austrian Ministry of Magic is underpowered, and Nurmengard's security is lax. We can take this opportunity to rescue him."

The information revealed in the words is very interesting.

The dragon egg theft case seems to have nothing to do with this group of witch remnants, but they plan to take the opportunity to rescue Grindelwald. The plan is relatively complete and highly feasible, and the old witch seems to have made sufficient preparations for it.

In other words, she had been preparing for many years and finally waited for the right opportunity.

(End of this chapter)