I opened a blind box at Hogwarts

Chapter 239 The title was eaten by Xiao Hei

At the tip of the wand in Amelia's hand, there was a strand of luminous silver thread twisting. She stretched out her hand and moved the Pensieve, and it floated in front of several people. Certain images and sounds emerge from the basin.

It was a mansion with an unknown location, and many precious oil paintings and statues were displayed on the magnificent corridors.

In the picture, Flynn stopped in front of a door. He knocked on the door and pushed the door directly to enter.

I saw an old man with gray hair in the dim room, and three goblins stood around the old man.

When Flynn opened the door and entered, the old man closed his mouth while the three goblins said the same thing. Following three explosions in the air, the goblins apparated away.

Clearly they were plotting something, and they didn't want anyone else to know.

"I'm sorry, Lord Grindelwald."

Seeing this scene, the three people in front of the Pensieve looked at each other, did not speak but looked at the next content.

"Flynn, what makes you so impatient?"

The old man was Gellert Grindelwald. With his hands behind his back, he walked uncoordinated steps and turned to look at the anxious Flynn Colette.

"It's Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore has come to the Dragon Sanctuary!"

Grindelwald saw Flynn's concern "Do you think he will sabotage my plan?"

Grindelwald laughed one after another, "Stupid Dumbledore, he doesn't even know who he is fighting against, Grindelwald? Haha!"

Flynn Colette lowered his head and said nothing. Facing the past between the Dark Lord and the White Lord, he was not qualified to speak.

"Very well, Flynn, your news is very timely. It seems that our plan has to be advanced."

When Grindelwald finished speaking, the picture in the Pensieve shattered like bubbles.

"I'm sorry, although he fell into a coma and I used Veritaserum, I still couldn't completely break through his Occlumency." Amelia blamed herself a little, since these clips can learn about this matter It's important, but she can only do so much.

"It's enough," Joshua said, "You are not a wizard who is proficient in this kind of spell, and it is already very good to be able to do this."

Joshua's consolation is that Amelia is in a much better mood.

Dicky on the side frowned, "It's about Grindelwald, that Dark Lord, what should we do?"

Joshua stroked his chin in thought. Flynn was a hot potato. As the trainer of the Fire Dragon Sanctuary, if the wizards there found him missing, they would definitely track it down with the Aurors.

After a long time, it is easy to be traced by Aurors, and he is Grindelwald's undercover agent. If an undercover agent does not contact his superiors for a long time, there are generally only two possibilities, defection or death.

Regardless of one of the two possibilities, Grindelwald will not give up easily.

But soon Joshua got along with an idea that killed two birds with one stone.

"Ditch, haven't we been in touch with Batty for a while? I remember that he seems to be in Romania now. You send this guy to him."

Joshua pointed to Flynn who was still in a coma. It is a very good choice to hand him over to Old Batty at present. It can give him an explanation and help. After all, the clues to the real culprit behind the death and injury of dozens of wizards, I believe that old Batty will seize the opportunity and take this opportunity to stab Fudge in the back of the Ministry of Magic and even the magic world.

"Are you sure, he won't arrest us directly? This is the trainer during the game." Dicky was very worried. He could see that Batty was a ruthless person. If his interests were involved, they might being abandoned.

"Don't worry at the moment. The reason why he cooperates with us is not to use us as a tool in his hands. He will not do this until his purpose is achieved or a substitute. Besides, we don't have him in our hands." Is it the handle?"

Joshua patted Dicky on the shoulder and told him that there is no need to worry, just send this guy to him.

Watching Amelia put that memory of Flynn into a small glass bottle, Joshua stepped forward and said to her, "Amelia, I hope you can go to Burns' mansion once. , hand over this memory to Amelia Bones, the most important thing is to let her know that we have no malicious intentions, I think it must be a good deal for your names."

Amelia frowned slightly, "She is a frequent visitor to the perfume shop, and her niece, I think I can take advantage of the opportunity of door-to-door sales, but is it okay for us to be directly exposed to her?"

"Don't worry, she's not a guy like old Batty. As long as we prove our goodwill, we will have a pleasant cooperation in the future."

Joshua has always seemed to catch up with Amelia Bones, the person who has been accepted since the old Batty abdicated from the Department of Magical Law. Will return without success, but this time is different, the chips in his hand are already sincere enough.

Joshua had planned to use her color to seduce her niece, Susan Bones, but now it seems that this plan can be abandoned.

After opening any door and watching the two leave, Joshua rubbed his eyes, not sure if it was lack of sleep or he was confused by recent events, anyway, his head hurt a little.

When Joshua used any door to return to the room in the Fire Dragon Sanctuary, he saw Xiao Hei holding a chicken leg lying on the ground and gnawing wildly.

Joshua rolled his eyes, not knowing where he got the chicken legs from.

After habitually kicking Xiao Hei's butt, Joshua left the room.

After Joshua left, Xiao Hei didn't gnaw on its chicken legs anymore. A strange look appeared in his dog's eyes, and then he also slipped out of the room.

Joshua went down the stairs, and in the hall on the first floor, on an unknown leather sofa, sat a few contestants of the Fire Dragon Contest.

Delton Weber is a local wizard in Romania, but he seems to be a German, and the Romanian Ministry of Magic respects him so much that he even cooperates with the Fire Dragon Sanctuary to get him an almost endangered Romanian Longhorn.

A big reason for this is that he studied under a famous Romanian magizoologist.

Anlar-Muhammad, a middle-aged Egyptian with a mustache, although he did not wear a white turban on his head, judging from his appearance, he was indeed an Arab.

It is said that he had been there the day the dragon got out of control, so he survived like other lucky people.

(End of this chapter)