Chapter 889 Black Magic Ritual

What is Grindelwald doing here with a No-Maj?

Could it be a sacrifice for some kind of black magic ritual?

Farrell couldn't help but feel curious, and his eyes opened wider.

The witch named Alison was also startled by the sudden appearance of Grindelwald and stammered. "I have put all the potion ingredients in according to your instructions, but I am not sure whether I can do the job, sir..."

Grindelwald walked to the cauldron and paid attention to the brewing of the potion, and said. "Don't be too nervous, Alison. I believe in your potion skills. You have always done well at Durmstrang, haven't you? Potions are your strong point..."

Alison nodded fearfully, looking a little uneasy. Although she felt her level of potions was pretty good, what Grindelwald asked her to brew was really beyond her knowledge, and the magic she used was The medicinal ingredients and what needed to be done next made her even more frightened.

"Don't forget our common ideals... In order to achieve your goals, you always have to give up something. You just need to remember that these are necessary sacrifices..." Grindelwald said soothingly, while holding the wand on the giant The crucible was stirred gently, and after the boiling liquid in the crucible calmed down again, he turned to look at Alison and continued to speak.

"Now that the preparations have been completed, we can start the next step..."

Alison's expression seemed a little hesitant, and she couldn't help but look at the middle-aged man following Grindelwald...

"Don't you miss your No-Maj father? Alison? Or have you forgotten how he treated you?" Grindelwald said coldly.

"Of course I won't forget all this!" Alison said excitedly. "He is just a rogue drunkard and a complete villain... He is not worthy of being my father at all!"

Grindelwald's lips curved into a smile. "You're right, Alison. Although he is your biological father, he has never done anything for you. He only brings you pain. Only the wizarding world is your real home..."

"We are your family..." Grindelwald put his hand on the witch's shoulder and said very gently.

Alison sobbed softly, and tears kept falling down her cheeks...

Seeing that Alison couldn't make a decision for a long time, Grindelwald couldn't help but have a fierce look in his eyes, but his words were still gentle. "If you are very resistant, I can also choose another person! This ceremony does not have to be done by him, it will be the same if it is done by anyone..."

"No!" Alison wiped her tears and suddenly interrupted Grindelwald's words. She looked at the middle-aged man resentfully and said. "I have wanted to kill him for a long time. If his death is of use to you, that would be great!"

"Very good!" Grindelwald's eyes flickered. After using Legilimency to confirm Allison's determination, he nodded with satisfaction, then took off a pendant hanging around his neck and put it on On the right hand.

Farrell stared intently, Grindelwald raised his finger slightly and pointed at the No-Maj, and a faint green light quickly condensed on his fingertips.

"Avada Kedavra~" Grindelwald said the spell indifferently.

A dark green beam of light flashed through the air. The No-Maj who was standing blankly in the room stiffened for a moment, then his eyes became distracted and he fell limply to the ground.

Farrell's pupils shrank. He saw a life passing away in front of him but could not stop it. This feeling of powerlessness made Farrell feel uncomfortable.

However, he still did not reveal his intentions and remained silent throughout the whole process, because if he spoke at this time, his fate would be the same as that No-Maj...

After Grindelwald finished killing people, he rarely closed his eyes and stood motionless. A faint blue mist gradually poured from his body into the pendant, and a ferocious figure could still be seen faintly. Humanoid...

Is this...making a Horcrux? Farrell, who has rich anti-black experience, quickly guessed what Grindelwald was doing, but he was not sure. After all, he had only seen relevant records in some advanced black magic books.

In just a few seconds, Grindelwald opened his eyes again. The ordinary pendant hanging on his right hand suddenly became magical, shining with a brilliant blue light, and had an irresistible charm. …

Grindelwald strode to the crucible and threw the pendant in. Then he picked up the knife for cutting the potion and stabbed it in at the position of his heart under Farrell's astonished eyes!

Is there something wrong with his brain? Farrell was shocked by Grindelwald's sudden suicide.

But what surprised him even more was what happened next. After piercing the tip of the knife into his heart, Grindelwald's body began to tremble uncontrollably, and a large amount of black and red blood sprayed out from the wound, dripping on the ground like a Sulfuric acid usually corrodes wooden floors into round holes.

Not only that, the pale and bloodless face gradually became withered, and the whole person looked like a burnt mummy.

Only then did Farrell remember the report submitted by England to the International Federation of Wizards a few days ago. Grindelwald, who escaped from Nurmengard, was suspected of being injured during the battle with Voldemort. An almost inexplicable and strange black magic.

It is said that Dumbledore also died here...

But now it seems that Grindelwald has found a crazy solution that can be solved once and for all, that is... die once!

For some powerful dark wizards, the boundary between life and death is not insurmountable, and Horcruxes are one of the ways to avoid death!

Farrell figured it all out in an instant. He turned his head and looked at the huge crucible. He was extremely sure that this was some kind of ritual that could resurrect the dead!

Not far ahead, Grindelwald's body had fallen to the ground. A moment later, the ethereal soul rose from the body.

"Let's begin!" Grindelwald floated in mid-air, looked at Alison, and said calmly.

Alison took a deep breath, opened the package on the ground, then waved her wand and read slowly.

"Father's bones, accidentally donated, can regenerate your son!"

"The servant's flesh... voluntarily donated... can make your master... reborn!" Alison hung her left arm above the crucible, holding the wand in her right hand, her voice trembling.

"If you do it quickly enough, it won't hurt, Alison! After I'm resurrected, your arm will be back on your arm..." Grindelwald floated around the witch, his eyes flashing The inexplicable light encouraged him softly. "As far as I know you are a brave witch, right? Prove it to me!"

Alison gritted her teeth and prepared to cast a spell. At this moment, a voice came over.

"Don't let him fool you, witch!"

Farrell, who had been pretending to be unconscious, finally couldn't help but speak. Alison's hesitation made him realize that this was the best time to intervene. Farrell almost shouted with all his strength.

"The man in front of you is a murderous madman who once tried to destroy an entire Muggle city. I don't know what he promised you, but I can guarantee you that they are all lies!"

"Think about it, the person standing in front of you is the Dark Lord recognized by the entire magic world! More than fifty years ago, many people like you were deceived by him and ended up losing their lives for no reason. In the end, he just wanted to use you. , witch, after using him, he will throw you aside mercilessly..."

Farrell spoke very quickly, trying to change Alison's position.

Grindelwald is dead. Although his soul body is still there, according to his understanding of those ghosts, the other party should not be able to cast spells.

As long as he can convince Alison to switch sides, not only can he save his life, but he may also take this opportunity to completely end the Dark Lord!

Thinking of this, Farrell spoke again.

"Go back, witch, I believe you are not willing to associate with evil. Now Grindelwald can't do anything, you don't have to be afraid of him anymore...

In addition, I am the Vice Chairman of the Magical Congress of North America. I can prove that everything you did was coerced by Grindelwald. As long as this matter can be resolved smoothly, I assure you that you will never be held responsible for any of your previous actions. No punishment whatsoever! "

Farrell persuaded him earnestly. He could tell that Alison was not that kind of evil dark wizard. From what he had just learned, it seemed that the other party probably hated Muggles extremely because of his childhood experience, and was eventually killed. Grindelwald took advantage of it.

When he was an Auror, he had been exposed to similar cases. Not every Muggle parent could understand the "weird" behavior of their children. In some countries and regions with relatively backward thinking, children who had their first burst of magic could There are even cases where wizards are thought to be possessed by evil spirits and killed.

In order to avoid similar tragedies, the Ministry of Magic in almost every country will set up a special department to handle similar cases to ensure the safety of little wizards, but this kind of household matter has always been difficult to deal with...

Farrell's words made Alison shaken. The hand holding the wand shook even more violently, and there was an obvious look of hesitation on her face.

Grindelwald frowned and glanced at Farrell with an unkind expression. He was in a hurry to complete the resurrection ceremony, but failed to notice the other party's strange movements.

However, he is not too worried about Alison defecting. If he does not have complete control over the other party, Grindelwald will not place his life or death on a witch he has just met for a short time...

"Don't you remember how your mother died? Alison?" Grindelwald stared into the witch's eyes and said coldly. "Would you like me to help you recall..."

(PS: I overestimated myself. I haven’t finished two chapters. This chapter has more than 3,000 words. I will write another big chapter with more than 3,000 words tomorrow... I won’t write another separate chapter.)