Chapter 888 Ivan: Is This the Brainchild of that Bastard Again?

Just as Ivan was thinking about it, a system prompt suddenly sounded in his mind.

[Ding, a new task has been generated! 】

Ivan was stunned for a moment, then opened the task list and checked it.

[Mission goal: Dominate the magical world

Mission progress: 2%

Mission reward: legendary value*5

Mission description: After initially consolidating the power of England, you eagerly set your sights further afield.

In order to extend your power to every corner of the world, you insidiously released the aging Grindelwald and allowed him to act arbitrarily in the magical world. The smoke gradually filling the sky over Europe will become your best promotion capital. !

Note: If you think the International Federation of Wizards can't handle this problem, it won't be long before they come back to ask for your help...]

Seeing the new mission, Ivan's mouth twitched involuntarily.

Is this what that bastard imagined?

Conor? And those Aurors from the International Confederation of Wizards?

Not too possible……

Ivan thought for a while, and finally focused his attention on Pierce, with an evil look on his face.

Pierce was a little stunned by Ivan's scrutinizing gaze, wondering if he had done something wrong, but he couldn't find any clue after thinking hard. In the end, he could only secretly attribute it to Ivan Hals's moody and violent temperament... …

Ivan resisted the urge to change to the Minister of Magic and said angrily. "The vice president of the Magical Congress of North America, Farrell, was captured...it was Grindelwald who did it!"

Pierce was startled by the sudden news and asked in surprise. "When did this happen?"

"Just two days ago..." At this point, Ivan paused, looked at Pierce and said with dissatisfaction. "Hasn't the Ministry of Magic received news about such a big matter?"

Pierce smiled coquettishly. It had only been a few months since he took over the British Ministry of Magic, and he had snatched it in a way that was almost a coup. He had a lot of messes under his hands, and even the entire intelligence agency needed to be cleaned up. How could he be in the mood to care about the riots in North America at this juncture?

"No wonder they rushed to England in such a hurry..." Pierce murmured to himself.

However, Pierce was very surprised that Ivan could get the news so quickly. Could it be that the other party also deployed some manpower in North America?

Ivan had no intention of explaining. It was hard for him to say that he got this information from Conor's mind.

In view of this, Ivan changed the topic. "How much do you know about that guy named Farrell? Grindelwald will never do meaningless things. Since he chose to risk attacking the Capitol building when he was in a bad state, just to capture him, then this person It must be very important!”

"Farrell?" Pierce pondered for a while, and this name was somewhat familiar to him. "If I'm not mistaken, this Vice Chairman should be one of the heroes of the Wizarding War more than fifty years ago!"

"Is that so?" Ivan touched his chin, then thought about it and said, "Does that mean he is Grindelwald's enemy?"

"Of course!" Pierce nodded, not quite understanding why Ivan asked that. Isn't this an obvious thing?

After receiving confirmation from Pierce, Ivan's face suddenly became very ugly. After a long time, he said solemnly.

"I think we may have to face Gellert Grindelwald in his prime!"

…

At the same time, somewhere in central Europe, Farrell, who had been in a coma for a long time, was gradually awakened by a strange sound. He opened his eyes in confusion and looked around, and then found himself in an old-fashioned residence.

This place looks like it has been abandoned for a long time. The stone tiles on the surrounding walls look pitted, the white wallpaper has been peeled off, and there is a big hole in the roof. The afternoon sun is shining down through the hole...

But Farrell couldn't feel any warmth, because at this moment he was tied to a round pillar, his hands and feet were so weak that it was difficult to even move.

It is no exaggeration to describe his current situation as a prisoner waiting to be slaughtered...

What made Farrell even more chilled was that there was a huge crucible placed in the spacious living room in front of him, big enough to accommodate an adult sitting in it.

And now the pot is filled with some kind of turbid liquid, bubbles are bubbling out, and from time to time there are blue sparks stringing out, making bursts of crackling sounds.

Farrell swallowed hard. He was already a hundred years old and was not afraid of death. However, as a wizard who devoted himself to the cause of anti-black magic in his early years, Farrell was very clear about the methods of some dark wizards. Even more terrifying than death itself!

Click...

Suddenly, a sound of pushing the door came from behind. Farrell quickly lowered his head and closed his eyes, pretending to be still unconscious. After the footsteps passed him, Farrell opened his eyelids slightly. .

In the hazy vision, it looked like a witch in her twenties walked up to the giant crucible and poured potion ingredients into the boiling liquid. Wisps of white steam quickly emerged from the pot.

Farrell quietly watched the other party's every move, while guessing the identity of the witch in his mind.

Grindelwald had just escaped and planned an attack on himself midway. Logically speaking, he should have no time to develop his own believers and followers.

Therefore, the witch in front of her was most likely deceived by Grindelwald, or simply coerced into completing some kind of dark ritual.

Thinking of this, Farrell hesitated to talk to Grindelwald while he was away, because this might be an opportunity for him to escape... No matter what, it is better than being tied up here and waiting to die. .

"Are all the materials ready? Alison?"

Just when Farrell was about to speak, a voice suddenly rang in the room. Farrell's body trembled slightly, and his back was soaked with cold sweat - this was Grindelwald's voice!

Almost exposed! Farrell was secretly afraid in his heart, but he couldn't help but feel curious. He opened his eyelids slightly and looked in the direction of the sound.

Gellert Grindelwald was taking off a silver-gray, liquid-like cloak from his body, and his original transparent body reappeared. He walked quickly towards the crucible, followed by a man. A middle-aged man around fifty years old.

What made Farrell a little concerned was that the man's eyes were dull and his whole figure seemed to be demented. He was probably under some kind of control magic.

And judging from his experience, this should not be a wizard, but... a No-Maj!

(PS: No-Majs are Muggles (ordinary people who cannot cast spells), but they are called differently in different places.)