Chapter 377 Memory

"So, the leader not only wants Wade Gray, but also wants him to willingly surrender to us?" Abigail concluded.

"That's right."

Baird nodded: "We can't use the same brainwashing methods on those little guys - you know, whether it's a confusion spell or an amnesia spell, it will make the brain dull and clumsy. His head is too precious. We can't take this risk."

Abigail nodded: "So you sent that kid."

"Actually, it would be best to find Wade Gray's parents...but unfortunately, his parents don't know where they are hiding, and the whereabouts of his companions on this mission are also unknown."

Baird said regretfully: "Dumbledore's protection of this student has never been greater. I suspect that the Grays may be hiding in a house that has been cast by the Fidelity Charm."

"So the leader hopes that you and Khalil, as professors and friends, can make Vader Gray agree with our philosophy and have a sense of belonging to the organization."

"Of course, we have also arranged for a few beautiful girls. This kind of young man is most likely to be confused by love. But they can't enter this school for the time being, so we can only rely on you two for now."

"This is a long-term task, so don't rush it. Even if it takes ten years, it will be worth it... But you can start from now on to guide him to become interested in the magic stone..."

Baird gave a lot of detailed instructions, and even asked Abigail to find an opportunity to pass on to him the idea that they could help Vader complete the experiment.

Regardless of whether the magic stone is successful or not, the alchemical materials consumed each time are worth a lot of money, enough to bankrupt an ordinary well-off family.

In Baird's view, the biggest reason that prevents an alchemist from becoming curious about the Philosopher's Stone is money!

Abigail did not refute. After agreeing, she exchanged recent information with Baird and then stood up to leave.

"I have to go back—no professor should be absent from Halloween dinner."

Abigail put on her cloak and hood and asked, "By the way, what is Khalil's real name?"

"My name is Khalil." The fat woman said, "Khalil Johnson."

"...That's it."

Abigail whispered, opened the door and went out.

Night had fallen by now, and the shops on both sides of the road were lit by candlelight.

Some students who returned late hurriedly ran in the direction of the parked carriage, laughing and joking as they ran.

Many people ran past Abigail quickly, like silhouettes in time. Only Abigail walked slowly, step by step, without panic or impatience.

Because now, her mind has been filled with an incident from the past.

It was a day not long after she joined the joint investigation team. While everyone else was busy doing their own thing, Abigail secretly found Landon Johnson who was staying in a Muggle hotel.

That was her first task in this country - to help her American colleagues clean up.

Those careless guys, when they should have cast the forgetting spell on the Johnsons, they wasted time because of drinking.

When they found someone in the hotel, they mistakenly mistook the maintenance man helping to repair the phone in the guest room as "Landon Johnson." After casting two forgetfulness spells, they reported that "the mission was completed" and went to relax.

Mrs. Johnson forgot that she had a son, but the real Mr. Johnson did not. By the time the people in the organization discovered this omission, Landon Johnson had already fled back to England.

——The organization's power in the UK is the weakest among these European countries.

With the help of some connections in the Muggle society, they finally found out the whereabouts of Landon Johnson, but could not find his whereabouts.

At that time, this matter had attracted the attention of Hogwarts, and Mr. Johnson was actually arranged by Dumbledore to have a secluded residence.

Later, Abigail, who was originally operating in other areas, joined the investigation team.

She thought of that man——

Landon Johnson, a skinny man with almost all his hair falling out, looked like an alien when he was kneeling on the ground.

He was easily tricked out of the encirclement, and when the wand was pointed at his heart, he was not surprised or afraid.

The man knelt on the ground and said with tears streaming down his face: "I know you are with them... If you want to kill, just kill. I will not run away or resist... Please, for the sake of my dying, tell me--"

"Khalil...my child...is he still alive?"

"Caryl?" Abigail said casually: "Who is that? I haven't heard of it."

She quickly wiped away all traces and turned away.

In such an island country, it is easier to destroy corpses and traces than in the United States.

This incident was just a small episode in her life experience.

Abigail soon forgot about it, because how to get along with wizards from all over the world already occupied her entire mind.

But at this moment, she remembered everything again. The embarrassed and ugly face flashed repeatedly in her mind, and the last voice of a father echoed in her ears——

"Khalil...my child...is he still alive?"

Abigail walked into the teacher's chair and sat down, looking up at the Gryffindor table.

A group of fluttering bats just passed by overhead, many orange streamers were spraying golden-red flames, and the pumpkin lanterns illuminated the auditorium even brighter than usual.

Khalil is actually pretty easy to find.

Among a large group of students who were eating voraciously, there was a Gryffindor who was slowly eating a steak that was only rare, with a look of boredom and patience.

It must be said that the boy's behavior looked particularly different. Several girls around him were flirting with him, but Caryl seemed to have seen nothing and had no reaction.

"——Yeah, still alive."

Abigail answered in her heart, and then shook her head and smiled self-deprecatingly.

As she smiled, her smile suddenly froze.

Caryl was a child raised by the organization. Because he was very stubborn and had an extremely strong will, the organization had to make up an illusion that his parents were still around according to his memory, so that he could be obedient.

——What about me?

Abigail thought of her experience of losing both her parents when she was young, and suddenly she didn't know what was true and what was false in this world.

But after a few seconds of this thought coming up, it was slowly suppressed by another thought.

What is false is false.

Baird is not Landon Johnson. There are actually many flaws in this fake couple. If Khalil spends time with them day and night, he will definitely find clues.

But Abigail is different.

There are no obvious inconsistencies or contradictions in her memory. All her memories are coherent and logical.

Abigail sighed, not knowing whether she was regretful or relieved. The delicious dinner suddenly became unappealing.