At the end of Knockturn Alley.
A young man stood before the bar, which was covered in magical seals.
His white suit, embroidered with golden roses, was especially eye-catching.
"Devin, I thought you wouldn't come here."
Devin, who had returned from France last night, turned to look at Lestrange as he approached.
"Uncle, I didn't expect you to make time to come here either."
Lestrange stood at the bar's entrance and first lowered his head in silence for more than three minutes.
"Vincent said something very true. Compared to war, he would rather resolve conflicts peacefully."
"The Rourke family has fallen." Devin looked at the rose embroidery on his chest.
"They threw away the honor of being Pure-blood Wizards. They were destined to vanish into the river of history."
His expression gradually became complicated. "Uncle, you seem to trust Vincent a great deal?"
Lestrange turned and asked him in return.
"Devin, do you think a wizard's birth matters?"
"It matters." Devin gently shook his head. "And it doesn't."
"Exactly."
Pure-blood supremacy was merely an excuse some wizards used to preserve their privileges.
The Greengrass Family and the Rosier Family were both beneficiaries, so naturally they knew when a wizard's birth mattered and when it did not.
"Suppression, then overthrow, then reform..."
Lestrange merely smiled without answering.
Devin looked deeply conflicted. "Uncle, don't even you know?"
"I don't need to know. If you want to know, go ask him yourself."
His Aunt Vida had given him the same answer before he set off.
For some reason, both of them trusted Vincent immensely.
Lestrange was understandable, considering Vincent had resolved the Blood Curse that had plagued the Greengrass Family for centuries.
But who was Vida Rosier?
She was Gellert Grindelwald's female assistant and the person in charge of the Wizards' Purity Party