"They are definitely coming."

The lights on the Scharnhorst battleship were brightly lit.

A black-robed wizard stared at the table in front of him and said tremblingly.

There was a wet stick on the table, which was a wand of black pear wood. Several other wizards were circling uneasily around the table, like nestlings before a rainstorm.

On the chair in the distance, Mance sat indifferently, holding a letter in his hand. The letter had just been sent from the Imperial Wizards Association in Berlin. The top leaders of the association had already learned about the disappearance of the three wizards.

Although it was noon, the Atlantic Ocean was pitch black, with thick ink-like clouds hovering gloomily low in the sky. The last heavy rain of summer was about to come, and no one could stop it.

"If they come."

The black robe repeated loudly, and he looked at Mance with gritted teeth: "Ankel's death has nothing to do with us, do you understand?"

Mance glanced at him and didn't want to pay attention.

If this ragtag group is promised benefits, they will flock here. But when they encounter problems, they will disperse in droves, especially big problems involving life and death.

He has no intention of condemning these people. Birds of a feather flock together and people form groups. The people who can attract him are naturally people who are similar to him. To condemn them is to condemn himself. But it seems that he must solve the current crisis.

Only then can we continue with our future plans.

"I knew this plan was unreliable."

Another wizard said: "I don't want to make fun of my future. I'm quitting. What happened before has nothing to do with me. You can figure out what happens next."

Mance raised his eyebrows, "Relax, my friend. You didn't even find Anker's body, so are you so eager to sentence him to death?"

"But we found his wand. It's been a week since he drifted on the sea. Without the wand, even the gods would die of thirst on the sea."

"Without food, he can catch fish; without fresh water, he can drink his own urine. There are many ways to survive. Even a Muggle can survive on a shipwrecked plank for more than a month. Can a wizard not do it?

"

"You can save these words for the people of the Kleist family!"

The wizard threw the letter in front of Mance, "As far as I know, they are already on their way."

After saying that, he made a crackling noise and apparated away from the room.

The gloomy sea breeze caused the chandelier in the cabin to sway, and the shadows behind them looked like ferocious creatures. The remaining wizards looked at each other, feeling panicked for a moment.

"Is anyone else leaving?"

Mance pointed outside: "It's going to rain."

Another wizard stood up and gritted his teeth.

"Although your plan is very tempting, after so long, we have not seen any results at all. Not only did we not catch Lemay, but we lost two teammates. So, I'm sorry." After saying that, he also apparated and disappeared.

in the air.

This move was like knocking down the dominoes. Almost all the black robes apparated and disappeared into the cabin in an instant. In the end, only one female black robe remained in place, looking at Mance in a very embarrassed manner.

.

The team fell apart, but Mance did not show any panic. He stood up from the chair slowly and said to the female in black robe:

"Since you don't have the confidence to leave, why bother?"

"Why don't you leave? I mean, aren't you scared?"

The female black robe asked: "That's Athos Kleist. As long as he gives a random order, you may be sent to the most remote colony. You will never be able to return to the political center of the empire in your life."

"Because I think the situation is still within control."

Mance said calmly.

The female in black robe shook her head.

"You overestimate yourself, Mance. In any case, you are just a Muggle. Although Lord Grindelwald appreciates the way you do things and gives you high authority, it does not mean that you can do whatever you want in the Association.

Now that Dominic is dead in the battle and Aldo and Anker are missing, I think the smartest thing to do is to return to Berlin with us and proactively admit our mistakes."

The smartest thing to do...

Mance looked at his reflection on the transparent glass in front of him, and there was a hint of sarcasm in the corner of his mouth. But the sarcasm was fleeting, and he said gently: "Thank you for your kindness, Ollie, but I still decided to stay on this ship."

On board.”

"Then take care of yourself."

The female in black robe sighed and disappeared.

In the cabin, which was noisy just now, Mance was the only one left in the blink of an eye.

The waves outside the window were getting higher and higher, and even the legendary Scharnhorst was swaying and swaying in the waves.

He looked at the empty hall, stretched out, casually walked to the wine rack, poured himself two glasses of wine, sighed, and said to himself:

"If it's really as powerful as you say, then can you run away?"

The words just fell.

The crackling sound of Apparition was heard again in the cabin hall. Several streaks of black smoke dissipated in the air, and all the black-robed wizards who had left here before came back again.

But behind each of their collars, stood a wizard in red robes.

The red-robed wizard at the front even held one in his left hand and another in his right.

There are a few white strands emerging from his neatly trimmed beard, his chest is covered with medals, and his gray eyes are stern and ruthless. He looks about fifty years old, which is the golden age of a wizard.

After landing, he let go of his hand, and the two captured men in black robes collapsed to the ground.

Without looking at them, he stepped over the black robe and strode to the table in the center of the hall. He looked down at the wet black raspberry wood wand on the table and said in a deep voice:

"No one is allowed to leave until my son is found."

...

...

The dream space was vast and endless, with candles like forests and tall buildings lit in the middle. The brightness of those candles was enough to blind human eyes. Anker's eyes were red and swollen, and he had to get very close to see the three people in front of him.

.

"How did you...become like this?" Aldo looked at the hundred-meter-tall giant in front of him in astonishment.

"Ha, are you afraid of me?" The one-armed giant Anker laughed, "That's not shameful, because I am a nightmare!"

"What does that mean?"

"My dear, I have become one with it, and it can no longer hurt me at all."

Aldo was dumbfounded: "If you can't beat me, then join. You are too real."

"I don't mind if you come too, Aldo. When I kill this guy, I will let you and I merge into one. It seems that we have a relationship in the past. As for you..." His head was as big as a mountain.

Turning to Hoffa: "Did...did I tell you that I hate dark places?" He lay down in front of Hoffa, his voice filled with infinite hatred, "Did I tell you that we should

Cooperate to get out of here?”

The breath blew through his hair like a hurricane. Hoffa was sweating coldly and leaning against a towering torch with a pale face. The giant's huge pupils were less than half a meter away from him, and he could clearly see himself in them.

's reflection.

He hoped to see Anker die, because this guy was undoubtedly an extremely difficult opponent when he was awake, but he never imagined that after entering the dark underground, he would choose to self-destruct and merge with the nightmare.

One body.

"Yes, you told me."

Nightmare Anker: "I told you, you actually forced me to go into the darkness alone, you cruel, heartless, cold-blooded beast, you selfish, arrogant, vicious bastard!"

"Are you talking about yourself?" He gritted his teeth to calm down, "What's the difference between us?"

boom!!

The giant torch held by the three people behind her was broken by the giant. The gravel flew and charcoal fell from the sky like a meteorite. Chloe couldn't bear it anymore. She covered her eyes and screamed: "It's over now, I can't bear it.

Got it!"

"Sharp teeth and sharp mouth!" the giant roared, "How dare you ask what's the difference between you and me?"

boom!!

With another frightening blow, the giant pulled out his arm and swept forward. All the braziers in the empty space were knocked to the ground, orange charcoal flew, and blazing fire burned all over the ground in an instant.

Chloe covered her head and screamed, almost breaking down emotionally. Aldo dragged her up.

"Miss Flamel, leave quickly!"

He dragged Chloe and ran away, while Hoffa ran in the opposite direction. Anker chased Hoffa without hesitation. His hatred for Hoffa was obviously greater than that of the other two.

higher.

"The Muggle head of state is a guest of my family. Grindelwald and my father talked and laughed happily. When I was born, even your headmaster had to send gifts."

His huge body easily caught up with Hoffa, raised his hand and hit him hard, a blow that shook the earth. Hoffa was thrown high into the air by the shaking that was comparable to a magnitude 10 earthquake, and he only had time to catch it.

A stone thorn flying in the air was caught by Anker at the waist.

"Do you think there is any difference between us?"
To be continued...