Are You the Leader of the Death Eaters?

Sean didn't even look up; he just glanced at the other person out of the corner of his eye.

"You rude sir, by what right do you command me?" he said slowly, taking a sip of Pumpkin Juice.

The middle-aged wizard who walked over was wearing a Guard Corps uniform. He was tall, had a typical Caucasian appearance, and spoke English with a Dutch accent.

"Since you know it's an order, why aren't you moving?" The man looked down at Sean, his tone already carrying a commanding tone.

"Is there such a provision in wizarding law?" Sean asked unhurriedly. "Or does the Guard Corps have the right to transcend wizarding law?"

The man's tone remained unchanged. "The purpose of the Guard Corps is to protect the Wizarding World. We are never aloof; everything we do is to make this world a better place."

"Very well—then can you tell me, based on which order are you questioning me?" Sean retorted without backing down.

"Soon, the International Confederation of Wizards's investigation orders will be distributed to the Ministry of Magic of various countries, and the Austrian Ministry of Magic's Investigation Order No. 56 will be issued to Newmontgard. According to the investigation order, we have the right to question suspected wizards—and all wizards have the responsibility and obligation to cooperate with our investigation."

Sean nodded knowingly. "Well said. Well then, could this rude gentleman wait until the investigation order is officially issued before coming to cause me trouble?"

"Wallerup, you still don't understand..."

Sean impatiently interrupted them, "Didn't Mr. Mark Pont consult with you? You should be in cahoots—"

"Mr. Pont is in charge of handling the aftermath and communication of those involved in last night's major incident, while we are responsible for questioning wizards suspected of breaking the law," he moved closer, "Including those connected to Grindelwald —accomplices, Mr. Wallop. By the way, let me introduce myself, Charlie Metelinke, Squad Leader of the Wizarding United Guard, and currently Team Leader the Special Operations Investigation Team."

"Oh~~~" Probably because they heard that the Team Leader's name was the same as their brother's, the Weasley twins made a sarcastic sound in unison.

"Okay, sir," Sean nodded, "You can come and arrest me when the investigation warrant and arrest warrant are issued."

Sean is now completely fearless. Regardless of the Guard Corps' motives, one thing is certain—they have concluded that there is an unspoken relationship between Sean and Grindelwald.

However, with Dumbledore around, they couldn't actually arrest Sean, even though they didn't have a reason to do Sean.

Therefore, Sean no longer had the mood to play along with these people. Since he had already stood on the opposite side, he shouldn't expect them to let him off the hook.

Metelinke showed no impatience or anger; he simply nodded coldly. "Very well, we'll meet again."

After saying that, he left the somber Great Hall without lingering.

"Sean?" The people around him looked at him with some concern.

The other students looked at him with varying expressions, most of them marveling at his tough stance.

Sean smiled reassuringly at the group, "It's nothing."

Indeed, even with the issuance of the so-called regulations, the Guard Corps would at most come to cause him trouble. Without concrete evidence of his illegal activities, no one could actually take him away for questioning.

The Guard Corps were probably trying to intimidate him with their authority. If Sean were just an ordinary second-year student, this tactic would have worked perfectly—unfortunately, he wasn't.

Sean shook his head slightly. Just as Grindelwald had said, these guys hadn't made any progress at all.

After the little incident at breakfast, everything seemed to return to normal. Vita Rosier perfectly inherited Grindelwald's teaching philosophy—no matter what happens, students' learning tasks must not be neglected.

Of course, the students' discussions during their free time never stopped.

Sean was the only student who witnessed last night's events. In just one morning, many Newmontgard students who had no prior connection with Sean came over to inquire about the news, either directly or indirectly.

Their headmaster, Grindelwald, had not returned, the professors were undergoing wave after wave of investigations, and the atmosphere inside the castle was tense and unsettling.

However, before Sean could patiently send everyone away, new news spread throughout Newmontgard.

The owl brought the news.

Hermione held a large book in her hand, her brow furrowed. "The Quibbler, the weekly release date isn't until the day after tomorrow, and it's already been delivered today."

The front of the book prominently features Grindelwald's arrogant face.

In the black-and-white event photo, he is scanning the area in front of him with a disdainful look.

The Life and Lies of Gellert Grindelwald

The Quibbler devoted almost half of its pages to this article, which detailed Grindelwald's past crimes and even invited many of his so-called "victims" from back then.

"... The Dark Lord once ravaged half the world, behind a series of shocking and horrific crimes, how did he transform himself into the headmaster of Newmontgard? What unknown secrets are hidden behind the Dark Lord's whitewashing? Intricate and complex, truth and falsehood are hard to distinguish, clues are subtle, and the pursuit of the culprit is shrouded in mystery. Stay tuned for further reports."

The article concluded with an arrest warrant from the International Confederation of Wizards, featuring Grindelwald's arrogant smile as a Winky gold number.

"Anyone who provides a valid lead on Gellert Grindelwald will be rewarded with 50,000 Galleon by the International Confederation of Wizards and the Wizarding United Guard, and anyone who brings him to justice will be rewarded with 500,000 Galleon."

Sean shook his head with amusement. The price was quite good. As far as he knew, even Sirius, who had inherited a large fortune from his uncle, couldn't come up with 500,000 Galleon.

The key point is that this money is something you can earn but not spend—the only old man in the world who might catch Grindelwald isn't short of money.

Hermione also finished reading the entire article. She glanced at Sean and frowned, saying, "Clearly, the early release of the Quibbler was to spread the message that Mr. Grindelwald's reputation will be severely damaged in no time."

Sean nodded. "Things will escalate further over time. Tomorrow, news agencies from all over the world, whether it's the Daily Prophet or the World Wizarding News, will be spreading the news extensively."

Although she didn't agree with Grindelwald's ideals, Hermione was on Sean's side, and Sean was biased towards Grindelwald, so she was now considering the potential consequences. She habitually rested her cheek on her hand and widened her eyes.

"Mr. Grindelwald has already placed himself on the opposite side of the Wizarding World. Regardless of the truth, the official institutions that control the channels of information dissemination have a huge advantage. It will be very difficult to overturn the verdict or anything else... Sean, what are you laughing at?"

Seeing the girl's suspicious expression, Sean scratched his head sheepishly. "Actually, he never intended to overturn the case..."

"What's the meaning?"

"It means... Grindelwald is ready to transform into the Dark Lord again."

"...ha?!"

Sean shrugged helplessly; Grindelwald was indeed planning to do just that...

Hermione's expression changed rapidly, and in her anxiety, she even grabbed Sean's hand. "Does that mean that the Wizarding World... is going to... is going to fall into war?"

"Who knows..." Sean shook his head; he wasn't sure what Grindelwald was thinking either.

Hermione pursed her lips with some worry. "Then I'm afraid we'll have a hard time graduating normally..."

"... cough cough... as expected of you."

Sean shook his head and turned to the next page, then his expression turned strange.

The photo shows the Fire Giant that stood on the outskirts of Paris last night, accompanied by a huge Dark Mark.

Death Eaters: A New Force of Evil or an Underground Organization Developed by Grindelwald?

"... According to witnesses, the Fire Giant possessed terrifying magical energy that chilled everyone to the bone. Although it only appeared for a moment, it still caused a terrible accident. Two Auror from the French Ministry of Magic died heroically while trying to stop the Fire Giant, and the entire eastern suburbs of Paris were reduced to ruins."

Sean curled his lip; it wasn't his fault. The two Auror from the French Ministry of Magic were killed by the Silent Mouth, and the ruins were Grindelwald and Dumbledore's doing—he'd only stood up for a moment and collapsed a few buildings.

The only killing that resulted was crushing Voldemort —which can be considered eliminating a scourge for the people, right?

"... It is understood that the Fire Giant was summoned by a force called the Death Eaters, a newly formed terrorist organization marked by Skull with a Snake. We do not yet know the true purpose of this organization, but we have reason to suspect that it is an evil organization that Grindelwald developed during his time in Newmontgard."

"Both official agencies have issued arrest warrants for the Death Eaters, offering a reward of 500 Galleon for providing valid clues and 5,000 Galleon for helping to arrest members of the Death Eaters."

Damn, the price difference is too big...

Hermione finished reading the report and looked at Sean with concern, "This is the Fire Giant you were talking about last night? Good heavens..."

"Hmm, a fleeting moment. It seems the Death Eaters didn't actually control this Giant." Sean blinked.

"But it's also terrifying... By the way, are the Death Eaters really an organization under Mr. Grindelwald's command?"

"No, it's another organization." Sean shook his head firmly.

Grindelwald had absolutely no respect for the Death Eaters.

Hermione nodded. "However, this is definitely an evil organization, and the leader and members must be evil Dark Wizard."

You've been too hasty, Hermione. The leader of the Death Eaters is sitting right in front of you...

However, this report also reminded Sean the Death Eaters, who had been hiding all along, had finally come into the light because of Voldemort's self-destruction. Although the members had not yet been exposed, that was only a matter of the next day or two, and the matter would eventually come back to him.

After all, in the eyes of the Death Eaters, their leader now looks just like Sean Wallerup, and apart from a few fanatical followers, if the other Death Eaters are caught by the Ministry of Magic, they will probably be arrested by members of the Guard Corps and Auror in the next second.

I have to think of a way, otherwise, if things continue like this, it could become a legitimate reason to arrest me... Sean pondered.

That evening, Bella, who was in the Guard Corps headquarters prison, sent another message.

The Lestrange brothers were taken out of the next cell level, presumably for questioning.

"Master, their loyalty is still trustworthy, but our whereabouts may be exposed," Bella said respectfully.

Sean nodded, lying on the bed; this was within his expectations. The Guard Corps certainly had plenty of interrogation spells and Potions, and even if the Lestrange Brothers remained defiant, everything would be exposed under the effects of the Veritaserum.

Before the Death Eaters were exposed to the light of day, the Lestrange Brothers, thanks to their Pure-blood families, might not have faced these interrogations. But now things are different. Voldemort's self-destruction has led to the Death Eaters being identified as an evil organization connected to Grindelwald.

The Dark Mark he gave the two of them wasn't high-level, unlike Bella who could hide it temporarily. In the end, they wouldn't need to do anything else; as long as they rolled up their sleeves to reveal the Dark Mark, the Guard Corps would have enough reason to torture them severely.

In fact, thanks to the presence of Grindelwald and Dumbledore over the past few decades, Voldemort's Death Eaters had no chance to emerge, and their previously outrageous crimes were greatly reduced. In other words, ordinary Death Eaters might not be arrested, but the "mastermind" would definitely be brought to justice.

His identity as a "Dark Lord" was the best evidence for his arrest.

Can Dumbledore suppress it for me? That's hard to say. He only has a say in matters related to Grindelwald, but Voldemort's sudden appearance that night was unexpected, and there has to be an explanation for the Fire Giant.

Hiss... Sean frowned. Things had changed too quickly. His act of deceiving the Death Eaters with his true face had now become his biggest weakness.

The Lestrange Brothers will definitely betray me, which means someone might come to arrest me tomorrow morning, or they might be knocking on the door right now...

"Bang—" The wooden door to his single bedroom was suddenly kicked open, and a large group of fully armed wizards appeared in front of the door, holding magic wands.

I have such a bad temper...

"Wallerup." The leader was Metelinke, whom he had met that morning. The tip of his cane trembled slightly, and his expression was cold and stern.

"We suspect you are the leader of the emerging evil organization, the Death Eaters, and you have been arrested."

"They've come so quickly..." Sean looked at the newcomer with a blank expression and a serious tone.

"I don't understand what you're talking about, you rude sir. Guard Corps now using frame-up tactics to arrest people?"

"Whether it's a frame-up or not is up to the court to decide," Metelinke said, holding up a piece of parchment and finally smiling. "Wallerup, this is the arrest warrant. I told you, we'd see each other again soon."

If they catch you, you're really in deep trouble... Sean slowly raised his hand.

"I'm warning you, if you resist law enforcement in any way, don't blame us for being ruthless! Keep your hands up and don't touch your wand!" Metelinke shouted, his team members already itching to act.

He had originally planned to study hard... Sean slowly raised his hand, his eyes turning cold.

Sure enough, after getting involved, it's no longer realistic to be a good student... but I don't like to sit idly by and wait for my doom!