Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle.

Chapter 105: Mental Attack
"boom……"

"boom……"

"boom……"

Dull crashing sounds sounded one after another.

In the underground meeting place on the banks of the Danube at the foot of Gellert Hill, it seemed as if a ghost was wandering around. Whenever a faint silver light flashed in the darkness and fell on his companions in the eyes of the surrounding wizards, the heavy breathing sound would become even and slow.

The seemingly long and tense battle was actually a one-sided attack. Darkness and silence were the young professor's home turf.

The remaining members, also in the darkness, dared not make a sound or light their wands, and were the prey to be attacked and killed. Despite their utmost vigilance, their companions still lost consciousness one by one, collapsed to the ground in a coma, and occasionally a sleeping body would tumble down the stairs.

After more than a dozen muffled sounds ended, the underground venue finally became quiet.

Abernathy and Vida held their breath without making any sound, but they could hear each other's heartbeats. Judging from the muffled sound count, almost all the accomplices who participated in the rally were attacked. Apart from the two of them, the only one left was the witch who exposed the professor's identity.

On the steps not far away, Christine Rosier was equally anxious, but she was not as experienced as the two old wizards. Her breathing was heavy, and it was particularly clear in the silent enclosed space.

"Now, can we have a nice talk?"

Several silky blue flames rose up, illuminating the closed venue. A slightly warm breeze blew in their faces. The soft glow of the blue flames soothed their anxiety, but the scene before them still made their pupils contract for a moment.

The steps of the venue were filled with unconscious companions.

The slowly rising and falling chests proved that they were not corpses but were sleeping. The three witch party members breathed a sigh of relief.

Because in just three minutes, the young figure seemed completely different. Something was weighing on their hearts, causing them to slow down. Perhaps it was because the underground passage was poorly ventilated, but their chests felt heavy and they felt suffocated.

Abernethy was even more thankful that not all professors at Hogwarts were dark wizards.

Gripping the wands in their hands, the two old wizards felt the blood transporting warmth and oxygen back to their bodies. They breathed slightly, their eyes falling on the figure across the platform.

The very young professor smiled, and the atmosphere seemed to ease a little.

Melvin just stood there quietly, waiting for them to sort out their thoughts, and at the same time observed the three of them calmly. The two old wizards were relatively calm, and the female Auror from the Ministry of Magic looked a little pale, but still held her wand firmly, and her mental state was very good.

When the vision was dark just now, the witch tried to lock his position based on the starting point of the magic beam.

Vida's face looked ugly. The Wuzhu Party, which was once notorious, now only had a bunch of old and weak people left. They were even picked off by someone else. He felt very bad.

"Professor Lewynter, please forgive our offense." The hotel owner Abernathy sighed, his smile bitter and helpless.

I understand that the professor really didn't bother with them. He found that the impact of the first powerful Stunning Spell was too strong, so he took the initiative to reduce the magic power afterwards. Otherwise, they would all be knocked down and cleared with the Oblivion Spell, and no trouble would be left.

Abernathy sensed the professor's good intentions and quickly composed himself. He took the initiative to introduce, "This is my old friend, Vida Rozier, a former core member of the Wiccan Party. If you've seen our wanted posters, you should be familiar with this name."

"That child over there is her niece, Christine, a collateral descendant of the Rosier family..." Abernethy paused. "She graduated from Beauxbatons, passed the regular exams to enter the Romanian Ministry of Magic, and became an Auror before being recruited by Vader to become a Saint."

The young witch pursed her lips and remained silent.

Melvin thought for a moment and said, "This theft of the dragon egg really has nothing to do with you?"

Abernathy shook his head: "It was done by another group of foreign wizards. They also came to Budapest after the summer vacation, a day or two earlier than you. They stayed on Castle Hill. At first, we thought they were just ordinary tourists, but after martial law was declared, they disappeared..." He thought the professor might be helping Romania investigate a case, and after a pause, he added: "We have all the unregistered house keys here. We haven't received any news of anyone smuggling themselves out of the country, so they should still be in the city."

Melvin had already vaguely realized that the female Auror was attending the rally to use the Wiccan Party's channels to investigate the case. He couldn't help but turn around and glance at her: "Then why did you expose me?"

If you don’t know him, you might think he is a villain.

"..."

The witch's deep blue eyes flickered, and her face was expressionless, but the tense muscles in her shoulders and neck showed that she was not actually calm.

Abernathy hesitated and said cautiously, "Professor, if you want to investigate the case, we can help."

Melvin shook his head. "I think there was a misunderstanding between us. Now that it's resolved, let's just leave it at that. There's no need to do anything extra."

It was wrong for him to follow others and sneak into the rally. The subsequent conflict was resolved smoothly and the contradiction did not escalate. Although he felt sorry for the fire dragon, he had no interest in getting Romania into trouble, so he put away his wand and prepared to leave.

"You haven't promised to keep it a secret yet!"

A slightly shrill voice suddenly appeared, and the other three people immediately looked at old Vida. The female Auror was a little stunned, while Abernethy had a headache and felt helpless.

Melvin couldn't help laughing. He looked at the elderly man and suddenly changed his mind.

"Do you really think you can rescue Grindelwald from Nurmengard?" Melvin asked calmly.

Vader quietly gripped his wand to hide the fear that flashed through his eyes, and replied in a firm tone, "Those idiot Austrian Aurors, what right do they have to stop me?"

"I don't know if the Aurors can stop you," Melvin said calmly. "I'm more curious, do you really think Nurmengard and the Austrian Ministry of Magic can trap a duellist proficient in the Dark Arts?"

"That's because he's lost his wand!"

"Grindelwald is proficient in silent and wandless spellcasting."

"He He……"

"He was under Dumbledore's Imperius Curse?"

This was the reason Vida once used to convince Abernathy, but when this reason was placed in front of her, she just couldn't nod her head.

"Look, you actually know very well." Melvin continued, "No one can trap Grindelwald. The International Confederation of Wizards once detained him much more strictly than this, but he still managed to seize the opportunity to escape in a short period of time. Such a legendary dark wizard was trapped in Nurmengard, a place he was familiar with, for half a century..."

"no no……"

Old Vida's eyes showed pain and sorrow. She murmured intermittently, trying to stop Melvin from revealing the cruel truth.

"The truth is, Grindelwald did it voluntarily. He was atonement for his past mistakes."

Melvin continued to speak, "Even if you break through the Auror's defenses, even if you go through untold hardships to enter Nurmengard, go to him, and hand him the wand with your own hands, Grindelwald will not leave until he is on death row."

(End of this chapter)