Courage

Just then, the newspaper, which had been shaking for a while, suddenly opened up, and a giant net descended from behind.

James cast a defensive spell to block the attack for Sirius, and he quickly took a step back, the giant net directly covering the three members of the Lestrange family.

The giant net seemed to be a living creature; the dark green netting suddenly tightened, and the three people, who had no time to react, were instantly bound, their wands falling to the ground from their grasp.

The giant net continued to tighten frantically, and the sound of bones grinding could be heard. Rodolphus Lestrange, who was bound at the very back, had his eyes rolled back and was about to die.

Sirius whistled, then waved his wand, casting a Fire-Making Spell. The giant net receded like the receding tide, washing away the fiery sand.

The other Guard Corps quickly stepped forward and used spells to bind the three who had lost the ability to resist, and then added restrictive spells.

James put away the giant net that had transformed back into a newspaper. He weighed it in his hand and said with a smile, "The Magical Item that have been distributed are quite useful. There must be a master of Herbology at headquarters. It's rare to see a wizard who can modify the Devil's Snare like this."

Sirius grabbed Rodolphus's robe collar and wiped his wand. "It's really good for sneak attacks, but unfortunately the activation time is too slow, and the Devil's Snare's fear of fire hasn't been improved."

"That's enough... Alright, take the people back."

The other team members Apparition away with the three bound Lestrange family, leaving James at the back. He glanced at his friend and asked, "According to the information provided, your cousin doesn't seem to need to be arrested yet?"

Sirius shrugged nonchalantly. "She resisted arrest herself, and based on what I know of her, if she hadn't really broken the law, she wouldn't have resisted so fiercely. Let's go back and dig around; there's probably something else she's hiding."

"Hmm. By the way, I brought you into the office, and now I've arrested your cousin. Regulus is probably coming to find you, right?" James frowned slightly. Judging from his tone, he seemed to have some connection with Regulus.

Sirius tugged at his collar in annoyance. "Since I agreed to help you, I don't need to consider what other people think. Besides, no matter what I do, I'm already a disgrace to the Black Family —ha, I'm proud of it."

James shook his head. "Regulus is just trapped in the constraints set by your parents. You and I both know that he is actually a bit weak-willed. He is not as courageous as you in fighting back—but he is kind at heart."

Sirius waved his hand impatiently. "My stupid parents are madly obsessed with Pure-blood. They gave birth to a freak like me, so of course they had to brainwash their other son— Regulus is a firm believer in the nobility of Pure-blood. He... he's too easily swayed."

"Hey buddy, listen up, I think you two brothers could have a serious talk..."

Sirius interrupted James with a less-than-pleasant expression, "Dude, I have you, I have Lupin, I have Peter — Harry and Daisy are my pride too, and that's enough."

James glanced at Sirius, who was frowning, and finally shrugged. "But I can't marry you—hey, buddy, don't look at me like that. Your godson is already a sophomore at Hogwarts, and you've only just found a decent job."

"Get lost! The inheritance my uncle left me is enough for me to squander for the rest of my life—do you think I would give up wine and Wizarding Chess if it weren't for helping you?"

"Come on, I'm a well-known rich kid, but I still went to work."

"That's because Lily didn't want you to just laze around and do nothing, and becoming Auror back then might have helped Daisy's condition."

"I don't deny that. If it weren't for Daisy's illness, I might be on the Quidditch national team right now."

"If you say you regret it, I'll punch you in the nose right now."

"You'll never get that chance, buddy..."

The arrest of three core members of the famous Lestrange family, a Pure-blood families in England, has become major news in the Wizarding World recently.

It's important to understand that unless someone commits a truly heinous crime, a wealthy and powerful family like the Lestrange, which has always maintained a pure bloodline, is unlikely to be held accountable later. Although the official reason for arresting these three individuals was the torture and death of several Muggle over the years, realistically, the Pure-blood families Galleon family could handle such trouble.

According to a public statement by James Potter of the Wizarding United Guard British Office, although the three have consistently denied the charges, the evidence is substantial and may even uncover more and older cases of cruelty.

After being detained for a week by the British Ministry of Magic, the three members of the Lestrange family were transferred to the headquarters of the Wizarding United Guard. After evidence was collected, they would be punished by the International Confederation of Wizards.

Newmontgard Castle, Hogwarts Common Room.

"Sean, you went to rest so early today?" Hermione closed the book and looked at Sean was getting up and walking back, with some surprise.

"The stew was so delicious today, it's easy to get sleepy if you eat too much," Sean rubbed his eyes and replied lazily.

"Okay, then you should get some rest."

"Okay, you two should go to sleep early too, goodnight." With a Hermione smile, Daisy turned Sean went back into his dorm room.

He locked the door behind him and waited for a while. Then, the Dark Mark on his left arm warmed up slightly, and a slightly distorted sound accompanied by a blurry vision entered Sean's mind.

"Master," Bella's respectful voice rang out.

Sean's gentle smile towards the two girls had vanished, replaced by an increasingly practiced arrogance as he said softly, "Bella, thank you for your hard work."

"No, it is my honor, Master." Bella lay in a cell, turned to the side, one hand resting on her Dark Mark.

Sean could see a blurry picture of the other person's surroundings: a small cell, but there didn't seem to be any guards around it.

"Master," Bella said, "As you predicted, they couldn't find any more evidence against me, so I was just put in a regular cell. Rodolphus and the others seem to have been sent to a more secure prison. I haven't seen them since I arrived."

"Yes, I understand. Bella, you haven't forgotten what I told you, have you?"

"Yes, Master, after you gave the instructions, I immediately checked all the information on the recently arrested wizards and memorized it."

Sean nodded in satisfaction. "Go ahead and speak."

"Yes, Master." Bella paused for a moment, then, after organizing her thoughts, described in detail what she had seen and heard.

"The cell I'm on should be a regular cell. There are only four guard wizards at night, and the guarding isn't very strong. Also, the cells here, at least the one I'm in, aren't well-defended. Apart from Anti-Apparition Jinx and anti-magic silver cages, there are no other security measures. There isn't even a single Dementor here."

"All the Dementor that were transferred here went to the next level, and before they were separated, Rodolphus and the others were put in shackles made of special materials."

"As for those people you asked me to observe, I found the vast majority of them on this floor..."

"First was Jobs Aiken, Old Man Aiken's uncle. According to the French Ministry of Magic's announcement, he was arrested for participating in a Dark Arts Dark Arts many years ago, supposedly betrayed by members of that gathering. According to the French Ministry of Magic's regulations, this wasn't considered a particularly serious offense. When I came in, I saw the old guy in the leftmost cell on this floor. He seemed abnormal, exhibiting neither the neurotic behavior of Dark Wizard nor the fear of a prisoner about to be tried; he was remarkably calm."

"Secondly, there's a Pure-blood Wizard from Bulgaria, Karel Levi, who was likely convicted of murder, but is also imprisoned on this floor..."

"My neighbor is an Italy guy..."

Bella described in detail everything she had seen and heard since entering the prison to Sean, including the living conditions of the other prisoners.

After listening, Sean narrowed his eyes slightly—just as he had guessed, a considerable number of Pure-blood Wizard, especially those arrested first, were among them. These wizards weren't imprisoned in the heavily guarded next level, and as prisoners, they were all far too calm, as if they knew they wouldn't encounter any major trouble...

It seems that the Wizarding United Guard has indeed reached a cooperation agreement with some Pure-blood Wizard.

"Master, this is all I have observed today. Please forgive me, I have only been here for a short time and have not yet seen any more useful information," Bella said.

"Hmm, well done, keep it up—oh, by the way, did they see your Dark Mark when they came in?"

Bella immediately said, "As you predicted, they checked my left arm, but I had already hidden the mark using the spell you taught me before the Guard Corps came that day—but Rodolphus and the others should have already seen the mark."

Sean nodded. "You did a good job. Keep it hidden. By the way, you can chat with the people around you. Haha, if I'm not mistaken, your roommate will be looking for you to chat with the next day."

"Master, how should I deal with this?"

"Just chat casually. As for our organization, they will try to subtly inquire about it. Remember, no matter what they promise you, never reveal your identity."

"I understand, Master."

After cutting off contact, Sean got out of bed and walked to the window. He looked at the soft moonlight streaming through the window and squinted slightly.

By now, he was almost certain that the Wizarding United Guard and the France Wizarding Rights Protection Association were in contact. It was simple: since his identity had been exposed, they must also know that Bella was Death Eaters.

It might seem like self-deception, but his reason for not letting Bella reveal herself was simple. First, Bella's concealment of her markings and silence about the Death Eaters would send a signal to the other side—she couldn't contact Voldemort. Even the most cautious person would lower their guard against Voldemort under such circumstances, Bella might be able to find out more information.

Secondly, the Lestrange Brothers ' Dark Mark was clearly visible, while Bella, whom they clearly Death Eaters, did not. Some intelligent people would surely think that Bella's identity was special, possibly that she was Voldemort's confidante and had learned some kind of hidden spell. In this case, Bella would not be in much danger.

It's quite simple. In their eyes, Sean — Voldemort himself—is still the leader of a Pure-blood organization, which likely aligns with their goals, and this alignment implies the possibility of cooperation. Moreover, they have no way of knowing how much of Voldemort's power has actually recovered.

Moreover, the other party's attitude has already made this clear—you see, I know these people from the Lestrange family are Death Eaters, but I haven't done anything to your confidants.

Sean sneered. The other side was just giving him a taste of his own medicine after he kicked them. In the end, they still didn't think much of the Death Eaters —they were worth cooperating with, but that was about it.

But the reality is: from Sean's perspective, I don't care how you treat the Death Eaters, I just want to gather more information, and I don't care about your attitude.

Even if you wipe out Death Eaters, so what? I'll just go back to my studies.

After all, my backers are Dumbledore and Grindelwald...

Sean's gaze suddenly froze at the window. He abruptly looked up, an idea popping into his head.

Accountability... The Wizarding United Guard has been pursuing accountability...

No way, they're so bold...

In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows on the upper floors of another tower, two elderly men were leaning on the railing, gazing at the night view outside.

"Ha—" Grindelwald squinted and exhaled. "Tsk, tsk, times have changed. Some people's pitiful courage has actually swelled up with the passage of time..."

Dumbledore looked at the other person seriously. "Gellert..."

Grindelwald held out a hand to interrupt him, "Albus, let me guess—'The big picture', is that what you meant?"

Dumbledore silent, his lips twitched a few times, and finally he sighed.

"Albus, I haven't forgotten what you told me," Grindelwald laughed wildly. "You told me that to quell the war and become a headmaster, I would begin to be bound by the wizarding community—I told you then that I understood this, but for our great goal, I was willing to endure the noise of those little bugs in front of me."

"That touched me deeply," Dumbledore said.

Grindelwald laughed even more wildly, "This pleases me— Albus, can I finally say those words?"

Dumbledore looked up at him, then gazed out the window, and said slowly, "No need... You didn't owe me anything; it was just an accident."

Grindelwald slowly floated up and flew to Dumbledore's side, their eyes meeting.

"I'm so happy, I really am—"

He burst into laughter, laughing so hard he couldn't straighten up.