Chapter 334 Dance of Flames

Paris.

On the outskirts of the city, a manor covering a large area was brightly lit. The strange thing is that not a single passerby noticed this mansion. In fact, they completely ignored this space.

The original owner of this classic manor was a well-known entrepreneur. Of course, the manor now bears the surname Aiken.

Old Aiken was wearing a velvet smoking shirt and leaning on a luxurious rocking chair. A blazing bonfire was beating beside him, and the middle-aged man's face flickered.

"What the hell -" Old Aiken was accidentally burned by the cigarette ashes he shook off, but there was no temporary pain on his face, only a gloomy look.

His right hand holding the cigarette is far older and dry than the hand of a normal man of this age, and even if a spark falls off, there is not much pain. In contrast is his pale silver left hand.

Old Aiken threw the cigarette he had not smoked twice into the fireplace, and touched his pale silver left hand with a bad expression.

Because of Grindelwald's curse, his left hand disappeared permanently, and his life force was added to his right hand. No one could perfectly break this curse. In the end, Old Aiken chose to pay a higher price, which was to completely drain the life force of his right hand in exchange for a usable left hand - although this hand was not a good one. use.

All this is because of Grindelwald! Old Aiken's face was full of gloom, and underneath there was a trace of fear that could never be erased.

Although he said that he would capture Grindelwald at all costs, since the original Aiken Manor was burned down, old Aiken still chose the new manor in the west of the city - Paris, which is far away from Laches in the east of the city. Father Zi Cemetery is the farthest.

His son went to Hogwarts, and Old Aiken knew that he wanted to take revenge on the Wallop boy. Old Aiken didn't object to this. He was just a third-grade boy. He used to be able to use Grindelwald's name, but that's not the case anymore.

Old Aiken still supports his son in eradicating the nightmare. After all, his wife passed away early, and he is his only son. In the future, the Aiken family will still be in charge of him.

However, maybe I should find a new woman? It's just that young witches with pure and outstanding blood like his late wife are not so easy to find now...

If it really doesn't work, maybe some extraordinary measures can be used...

While Old Aiken was thinking, there was sudden movement outside.

who? ! Old Aiken jumped up from his chair subconsciously.

"Master, Master—" the house elf's sharp voice rang out.

"Go away, as far away as you can!" the young man's sharp and violent voice sounded.

Fabian? Old Aiken frowned when he heard his son's familiar voice.

Shouldn't he be at Hogwarts... something happened...

Old Aiken did not doubt the true identity of the man who was punching and kicking the house elf outside, but he was confused as to why his son suddenly came back.

Although the original Aiken old house was burned down by Grindelwald and many of the magic props inside were burned, there was still some inventory.

For example, the special door key at his son's feet can travel across several countries, and can only be used by those with the Aiken family's special opening password.

Only he and his son know this password.

At the door, a house elf wearing a rag was lowering its head cowardly. It didn't even dare to make a sound of pain in response to the young master's rough kicks.

Farther away, several wizards hired by the Aiken family were watching all this coldly.

Little Aiken seemed to be getting angrier with the beating. He kicked the house elf out with a flying kick and cursed angrily: "Get away, you despicable thing!"

"Don't let me see you in this manor!"

The house elf stood up shivering, his head dropped to the turf, not daring to speak.

"Go to the basement. No food is allowed tonight." Old Aiken walked out of the room and ordered the house elf, who immediately disappeared.

Old Aiken looked at little Aiken seriously.

"My child, I told you never to let anger take over your mind."

Little Aiken - of course, the true identity hidden under Grindelwald's unique transformation technique is Sean.

He has digested the key points of young Aiken's memory and has no problem dealing with old Aiken - especially since he is now playing a young man who has lost his mind due to anger.

Sean's eyes were red, and his chest heaved violently several times. He glanced at Old Aiken irritably, but in the end he took a few deep breaths under the other's stern eyes.

"Look at you like this! Come with me to the study and tell you what's going on." Old Aiken said in a deep voice.

Sean kept stroking his hair back and took a deep breath before following him - this was a common move for little Aiken.

The two came to the study one after another. After closing the door, Old Aiken asked: "Did your plan fail?"

Sean clenched his teeth, his eyes gloomy as if they were about to drip.

"That mudblood..."

As he spoke, he walked to the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of wine, opened it and took a swig.

"Fabian!" Old Aiken looked at him seriously and said in a tone that said he hated iron and steel, "I have taught you so many times, no matter you fail or succeed, as a superior, you must be calm and collected. Arrived!"

Sean gasped and looked at Old Aiken, gradually calming down under the other's stern gaze, and finally gritted his teeth with some dejection and reluctance.

"I understand..." He took a deep breath and regained his determination in his eyes.

"Well, this is what the heir to the Aiken family should do." Old Aiken nodded with satisfaction.

His son, who had always had a smooth life, could easily lose his composure. Although he did not achieve satisfactory results this time, he could calm down so quickly, which can be regarded as learning something.

This is what he wants to see most. As long as little Aiken can truly have the bearing of a superior, then everything will be fine. After all, the Aiken family can afford the tuition.

In front of Old Aiken, his son took out a new bottle of wine and two glasses, poured the wine and handed it over respectfully.

"Please teach me, I'm still too far behind."

Hearing his son's words, Old Aiken showed a hint of relief in his eyes.

Being able to become more and more mature is a good sign. You can try again if you fail, and you can teach him more.

Old Aiken picked up the wine glass and took a sip with satisfaction.

"Failure is not terrible, Fabian. Come on, tell me what went wrong in your plan this time..."

As he spoke, Old Aiken's eyes suddenly widened. He felt that his tongue was rapidly becoming paralyzed, and then the paralysis spread quickly!

This is not Fabian!

Old Aiken immediately wanted to reach out and touch the bright silver necklace on his chest.

However, as soon as his hand reached out, it fell down weakly.

In the luxurious and gorgeous study, old Aiken, wearing an expensive smoking shirt, slipped weakly on the magic carpet worth a thousand galleons with wide eyes.

A gentle burst of magic held up his fallen body, but he was immediately overwhelmed by a huge force.

The eyes of the man wearing his son's appearance became disdainful and cold, and his hard-soled boots slammed his head on the ground.

"In fact, there are problems with your son's plan at every step... Please forgive my bluntness, incompetent fathers are often responsible for the death of their stupid children."

Dead... Fabian is dead... Old Aiken was just like little Aiken an hour ago, panting violently like a dead dog.

But nothing can be done.

Nadja slowly swam out from Sean's sleeve, and then swam towards the necklace around old Aiken's neck.

Pure-blood nobles are all the same, arrogant and stupid... Even if they have been taught a lesson by Grindelwald several times, they still can't remember it...

Sean loosened the soles of his shoes and asked Nadja to take off the other person's necklace.

In little Aiken's memory, his father's necklace was a very powerful magic prop, but it was just like other props - it was only resistant to magic spells and forced seizures, and was ineffective against magical animals.

Because they believe that non-human magical creatures are naturally inferior and not worthy of attention.

What a stupid idea... Sean walked out of the room, and then put on little Aiken's gloomy face again.

Outside the house, several wizards hired by the Aiken family were discussing in a low voice.

"What happened to Master Aiken?"

"Hey, the lights in the room are all out, it looks like there's a lot of anger."

"Hey, what can I do? I tried to punish the person but failed..."

Several people were slandering their young boss. Suddenly, the door was pushed open and a voice coldly shouted: "Everyone, come here."

Little Aiken stood at the door and shouted to everyone.

"Looks like I'm ready to rip it off..." someone said

"Tear it apart, just help him kill a few people..." A wizard licked his lips.

Soon, nearly ten hired wizards gathered.

They saw little Aiken with a livid face, greeted them casually and then led the way into the house.

Several people followed suit. The room was a little dim without the lights, and the huge room made people feel uncomfortable. Of course, this is nothing to fear from a wizard.

After walking around the corner of a corridor, several people were just turning on the stove when they suddenly saw their young boss turning to face them.

The other person had his eyes closed, with an indifferent smile on his lips.

This is not the key. They saw that in the darkness behind the other party, a huge head was hovering in the air, and a pair of yellow, huge, terrifying vertical pupils were staring at all of them.

There is a layer of crystal lenses on the surface of those vertical pupils...

This is the last consciousness of several people.

"Dong, dong, dong..." The petrified body fell heavily to the ground.

At the end of the team, a wizard who had not yet turned around saw this chilling scene.

He felt the coldness rushing to Tian Ling Gai, took out his wand and prepared to retreat quickly.

However, before he could take action, a thorn sheath hanging under the lampshade of the lamp next to him suddenly grew in size!

The terrifying fangs penetrated his throat without any hindrance!

The only sound left in the room was the bubbling sound of blood in the throat.

Just walking into a room, all the wizards hired by the Aiken family were wiped out!

"Thank you for your hard work." Sean pressed the button in his hand, and the blindfold of the basilisk was closed again.

"It's very easy." The basilisk hissed happily. This was its first 'mission' after officially following Sean.

Listening to Sean's voice, he did a good job - the basilisk was very satisfied.

It swept its tail casually and smashed all the stone sculptures on the ground into powder.

On the other side, after Dave confirmed that the wizard in his mouth no longer had any breath of life, it spread its wings and flew back to Sean.

"Wash." Dave opened his mouth proactively.

"You're sensible now, and you know how to brush your teeth." Sean happily gave Dave a bottle of clear water.

For Sean, little Aiken's memory gave him information. These wizards hired by the Aiken family were either not clean before being hired, or they did a lot of shameful things to the Aiken family after being hired.

Therefore, after doing all this, Sean's psychology did not fluctuate at all.

In fact, he was not afraid of being discovered at all, he just felt that a big battle was too troublesome.

After collecting his friends, Sean walked to old Aiken's bedroom, where some of the Aiken family's treasures were kept in the secret room.

A moment later, Sean came out of the secret room with a trace of distress on his face.

Too much was burned by Grindelwald's fire... Originally, the inventory of such a large family should be very exaggerated...

The biggest gain was a lot of gold galleons. Old Aiken didn't like saving money in the Goblin Bank.

Teacher, you have committed a heinous crime...

Sean sighed and let Cat Leopard out, letting him carry everything into the ring, and then walked back to the study again.

As soon as he entered the door, little Najia climbed up his thigh with a necklace in her mouth like a treasure.

"Thank you for your hard work." Sean touched the coquettish Nadja and praised her.

He took the necklace with a surprised look in his eyes.

Little Aiken also had a description of his father's most precious necklace in his memory, but it was only when Sean actually got it that he realized the outstanding craftsmanship of the necklace.

Just feeling it with magic power, the ancient runes engraved in the necklace made Sean feel dizzy.

More than ten ultimate armor protections, two triggered emergency healing spells, five actively triggered rapid healing spells, five counter-curses, five anti-hypnosis, and inspired counter-attack spells, including stun spells and petrification spells. Wait, anti-flying curse, anti-theft curse... etc., etc., even the owner of the necklace can actively activate anti-disapparation and anti-anti-disapparation...

He is very wealthy. This magic necklace alone costs at least tens of thousands of gold galleons... Sean tossed the necklace in his hand in admiration.

You can wear this thing by yourself first, and then you can give it to others when you are stronger and no longer need it. You just need to refill it with magic spells regularly.

"Thank you, generous Mr. Aiken." Sean smiled and caressed the chest of old Aiken who was still lying on the ground.

"Let... let go..." Old Aiken's will is really strong. The paralysis potion used by Sean can kill a small fire dragon, and the opponent can still struggle to spit out a few words.

However, Sean didn't pay attention to the other party's words at all. He took out his wand gracefully, like an excellent conductor.

“Combustficus.”

The golden-red flame did not know mercy. It swallowed up the frightened and desperate old Aiken, without allowing him to utter a cry.

Sean walked out of the door briskly. From behind him, flames were licking everywhere except the corners of Sean's clothes.

They wanted to dance wildly, but they tried hard to restrain themselves around Sean.

Sean turned back to greet him gracefully, but his eyes did not contain any gentleness.

The portkey distorted space and he disappeared.

The flames finally broke free and they rose wildly and joyfully.

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