After illuminating the spacious underground space, Bradley immediately spotted the Deathly Hallows symbol on the entrance gate.
He waved his wand and used Repairing Charm to restore all the original footprints.
The door handle was covered in dust, but one spot was noticeably cleaner.
"He must have been here!"
If it's Viktor, then you can follow the trail to find Vincent.
The efforts of the past two weeks have not been in vain; evil cannot ultimately triumph over justice.
Bradley waved his wand and opened the door before him.
The air inside wasn't polluted, and there wasn't too much dust.
"Search separately, paying attention to those important traces."
Among the Auror, Sam was the most proactive.
It wasn't about whether he was going to leave or not, but rather that he had recently realized it was his own negligence that led to Vincent being forcibly taken away by Viktor.
If he had realized something was wrong on the yacht and had questioned the other students in detail, his report would never have been perfunctory.
With the Wayne family under layers of protection, even Grindelwald wouldn't find it easy.
As Sam walked into another corridor, he sensed a very strong aura of Dark Magic.
This unique feeling belongs to vampires.
He bent down and quietly ran to the outside of the room where the scent was strongest.
Before he opened the door, his wand was already prepared with a Nonverbal spells.
"Click—"
The moment the door opened, a powerful Stunning Spell illuminated the entire room.
After a loud clanging sound, Sam cautiously turned to the side and glanced over.
Without Wizards' Purity Party,
There are no vampires.
There was no Viktor either.
Inside, there was only one person with their head down, slumped against the wall and sitting on the ground.
Sam's facial muscles twitched wildly.
This young man who lost consciousness looks very much like Vincent, who has been missing for almost half a month.
The powerful Stunning Spell just now...
He stepped forward with a look of terror on his face, his hand trembling as he reached out.
His breathing was faint, but his heart was still beating.
"You bastard!" Bradley, panting, raised his hand and slapped him across the forehead.
"Director, I think I missed—stop shooting, stop shooting, it really wasn't me—"
Sam covered his head and ran out of the room.
He was 100% certain that Vincent had already fallen before he could cast his spell.
It must have been done by the Wizards' Purity Party!
Bradley, who was in the room, knew perfectly well that the powerful Stunning Spell had missed.
"It's Dark Magic!"
Vincent, with his eyes tightly closed, was very weak and looked as if he might meet Merlin at any moment.
"Director Graves, we need to get him to Antisber Hospital immediately."
Bradley shook his head at the Auror had just arrived behind him.
"No, the Woolworth Building is the safest."
Vincent opened his eyes and saw a pure white ceiling.
He smelled various Potions and realized that he must have been brought back.
"Baby, you're finally awake!" Evelyn's face appeared before me.
Her eyes were red, she must have just finished crying not long ago.
"Mom, I'm fine." Vincent struggled to sit up. "If I sleep for another day or two, I'll be back to normal!"
"You were lucky this time." Eric's face softened. "In another day or two, organ failure would have put you in shock."
Grindelwald's Killing Curse was precisely controlled to the point where the soul could leave the body. Although the time was not too long, it still caused some damage to the body.
Unfortunately, it can only be used once; if used again, it will truly be taken away by the will of the universe.
When the soul is completely gone, only the living shell of the body remains.
"Gu Gu— " The little Gu Gu by the bed flapped its wings.
It seemed to want to pounce.
Vincent immediately showed the appropriate fear.
Those three memories are still in the box and cannot be returned in the short term.
While his parents, Lin, were comforting him, the door to his room was opened from the outside.
"Mr. Graves, my son needs to rest now." Eric looked very unwell.
Although they eventually found the person, this did not erase the grudges that had been building up over the past few days.
"Mr. Wayne, I won't take too long." Bradley's attitude was very sincere.
Eric was about to refuse when Evelyn grabbed his arm.
Their impression of the Magical Congress wasn't exactly good, but it wasn't exactly hostile either.
Vincent, lying in his hospital bed, was direct. "Mr. Graves, what do you want to know?"
Bradley looked toward the Wayne couple and Gu Gu.
"I know you are very scared right now, but any news from the Wizards' Purity Party is important to us."
Viktor was still struggling with where to send it when the monitoring magic detected the magical aura of an Auror.
The Wizards' Purity Party has many abandoned bases in North America.
This one, which happened to be discovered, became the best choice.
"I was almost unconscious the whole time." Vincent paused, pretending to recall something.
"The vampire who took me away had many subordinates. They were all in a hurry, as if they were heading somewhere."
Bradley frowned. "Do you know why they took you away?"
Vincent shook his head. "I remember before I passed out, someone seemed to report something to that vampire."
He tried hard to recall the details, "I'm sorry, I suddenly lost consciousness after that."
Bradley was somewhat disappointed, but he didn't dwell on it any longer.
"Rest assured, they won't dare to come here."
"I will, Mr. Graves."
From Vincent's words, we can infer the assumption that the Wizards' Purity Party is going to leave.
It's normal to have this thought after bases have been destroyed one after another.
Bradley left the room, instructed the Auror guards in the corridor to keep a close watch, and then took the elevator to the 55th floor.
He knocked on the door and received permission before entering the chairman's office.
Sitting opposite Randolph was Dumbledore, who had just arrived.
"Mr. Chairman, His Excellency Dumbledore." He stood quietly in the corner.
Randolph nodded slightly. "Even you don't know exactly how many bases there are, so I think our search operation must continue."
Dumbledore forced a rather strained smile. "Rodriguez, thank you for your trouble."
"It's what we should do." Randolph turned to Bradley. "How is he?"
"He has woken up, and there are no signs of any aftereffects so far."
Dumbledore turned his head to the side. "Is he in good spirits?"
Bradley nodded gently. "Although I'm a little scared, I believe he'll be alright."
"May Merlin bless this poor child." Dumbledore's gaze returned to Randolph.
"Rodriguez, I think it's time for me to leave."
"Please make yourself at home, Dumbledore."
When he walked out of the office, all the worry on his face had disappeared.
That expression makes her seem quite happy?