Unsurprisingly, Randolph invited Newt Scamander and Tina not only to inquire about any further details, but also to prevent the situation from escalating into a diplomatic conflict.
The person disappeared in America, Fudge will definitely make a scene at the International Confederation of Wizards.
They will openly and secretly try to undermine the Magical Congress.
"President Randolph, the start of the school year is in about two weeks."
"We will do our best."
Newt Scamander and Tina both left in a hurry.
They knew Vincent would definitely come back, but they had to appear appropriately anxious.
Tina was alright, but Newt Scamander almost gave himself away.
Manhattan Airport.
Eric spotted the SAS Special Squad members as soon as they stepped out of the hall, having already disguised themselves.
Captain Branson was an acquaintance of his before his retirement.
After a brief introduction, the ten of them drove to the outskirts of the airport.
Tracking is a very profound subject, but anti-tracking is even more profound.
Eric didn't speak, but simply unfolded a hand-drawn symbol of the Deathly Hallows.
Branson nodded slightly and led his team into the car they had come in.
He adjusted the angle of the rearview mirror and spotted a reflective spot in the distance.
"Captain, do you think it could be the seals?"
"Impossible, at most it's the CIA or the FBI."
"Boring."
Branson started the car. "Do you know who that was just now?"
"I know him, he's the father of the missing child."
His name is Eric Wayne.
The three team members sitting in the car all looked particularly surprised.
"The former Red Team captain of the 22nd Regiment?"
"That's right." Branson stepped on the gas. "To be able to take someone away right under his nose, this mission is no small feat."
"Could it be some kind of cult?"
He joked, "Maybe it was done by aliens, since it's in triangles, circles, and strips or something."
In urban legends circulating among Muggle around the world, alien spaceships are basically all of these three shapes.
Although there was a very high probability, none of the three team members clearly believed it.
Because those eyewitnesses who claim to have evidence often produce some extremely absurd pieces of evidence.
Only a portion of the Muggle who knew the truth knew that the so-called aliens were actually wizards who had accidentally been exposed.
Vincent, whom the Magical Congress had mobilized a large number of people to search for, was right under Grindelwald's nose when he blasted through a stone wall.
This is not a failed spell, but a Dark Magic modified from the Blasting Curse.
With just a little anger, even a newly enrolled wizard could blast through the thick stone walls of Nurmengard.
How are you feeling?
"I think I've already learned it."
Grindelwald nodded slightly.
A natural-born master of Occlumency, he is indeed unaffected by the use of Dark Magic.
You should know Queenie, right?
"I know her, but even she can't read my thoughts."
Vincent suddenly became alert. "You didn't use Legilimency you?"
"I've been using it all along," Grindelwald's voice echoed in his mind.
Similar to the Sorting Hat, it can only transmit but not read.
"Hehe." Vincent chuckled awkwardly twice and turned his gaze to the restored wall.
I didn't see any movement, so how did they perform the Wandless Magic?
He had a vague idea of the answer to this question.
Similar to Hogwarts Castle, Nurmengard was most likely also built with magic.
It has always been under Grindelwald's complete control.
Because it is a magical building, the Austrian Ministry of Magic can only detect Dark Magic at the entrance.
"Next, the Patronus Charm."
The golden, translucent phoenix reappeared, hovering in front of Grindelwald.
"Although you are immune to Dementors, you'd better learn it first."
Vincent flicked his wand. "They'll confiscate this before we go into Azkaban, right?"
"Advanced Wandless Magic techniques can ignore actions and incantations." Grindelwald controlled his Patronus to continuously pass through the walls.
"Of course, the effectiveness of magic will be greatly reduced with each necessary condition removed."
Each time the golden phoenix returns, it appears slightly dimmer than before.
Vincent couldn't imagine how powerful the full Patronus he unleashed with his wand would be.
"The incantation is 'Expecto Patronum,' and there are no specific hand gestures; all you need is a portion of your positive emotions."
Under Grindelwald's gaze, he summoned only a single glimmer of light attached to the tip of his staff for the first time.
The second time a bright light was summoned, it was slightly larger.
"Think about the truly happy memories."
Vincent has many such memories.
From the past life, and from this life.
"Expecto Patronum— "
A large cluster of light blue light appeared at the tip of the Alder Wand.
"Keep going, it's coming out."
As a flood of happy and precious memories were added, the color of the light began to fade slowly.
It's like an eggshell, with tiny cracks constantly appearing.
After being infused with almost all positive emotions, it emitted a variety of colorful beams of light.
Vincent and Grindelwald were the first to see a tiny paw tearing open the shell covering the creature.
It was chubby, with curly light golden hair at its elbows.
Golden Retriever!?
After standing there for less than half a second, another little paw emerged.
It looked like it was taking a lot of effort to peel off the front.
Big, round eyes and curly, light golden hair.
Not only was Vincent dumbfounded, but Grindelwald was also stunned.
According to the Eastern myth of "the dragon has nine sons", this seemingly dull Patronus is very much in line with the image of the fifth son, "Suanni".
It often sits still and has a particular fondness for fireworks.
Perhaps that's why their light golden fur is curly.
"Interesting." Grindelwald circled it several times, "I think it looks more like a Little Lions that's been to Muggle barbershop."
The previously dazed Patronus suddenly became fierce.
It opened its mouth and passed right through his head.
It looked fierce yet adorable, Vincent was terrified.
As he looked at it, he recalled another image of the Suanni.
Stone lions to ward off evil spirits and protect the home!
All the animal forms manifested by the Patronus Charm are real animals that actually exist in this world.
Most wizards are ordinary animals, with a very small number being Magical Creatures.
Two lifetimes of positive emotions summoned a stone lion with an over-permed hairstyle...
"It doesn't seem to like me very much." Grindelwald stood still, letting the Suanni Patronus come and go as it pleased.
Vincent knew what that sentence implied.
He squinted and pretended to be stupid, saying, "No matter how small or cute, he's still my Patronus."
"It still needs to grow." Grindelwald summoned back the Phoenix Patronus, which was almost gone.
Without comparison, there is no harm.
The tiny Suanni stopped opposite, looking only slightly larger than its head.
To use a more mystical analogy, it's like being in a completely different dimension.
All day long, Vincent's Patronus remained unchanged.
It always sits in the air, lost in thought, and occasionally makes a face at Grindelwald.