On the way back.
Grindelwald fell completely silent. Without a word, he pressed a hand to Ian's shoulder and activated the Portkey—he had witnessed many strange things in his life, but apparently his experience was still lacking.
There wasn't even that much of a grudge!
How could someone just dig up another person's ancestral graves? As the Portkey activated, the conflicted Grindelwald and the jubilant Ian vanished from the quiet wilderness.
It was still like riding an invisible train. The two of them seemed to be pulled along by an unseen force, while the surrounding scenery flashed past like images in a kaleidoscope.
As the strange sensation gradually subsided, they returned to that warm office. The cold and dampness of the dense forest were gone, replaced only by the faint scent of tea in the air.
"What exactly are you trying to do?" Back at Hogwarts, Grindelwald finally could not help asking. He had even noticed that Ian's basket had been enchanted with an Undetectable Extension Charm and a weight-reducing Wingardium Leviosa. Even so, Ian still found it heavy, showing just how many skeletons suffering from an unforeseen disaster it contained.
"Of course, it's to stop Voldemort from having a use for them someday." That was certainly not Ian's main purpose, though he had indeed visited the neighboring ruined village.
No one had lived in that village for a long time.
But the cemetery from many years ago was still there. Since Old Tom's grave was truly difficult to find, Ian had displayed his sense of fairness there—the kind that did not play favorites.
There was a reason he had made Grindelwald wait for nearly an hour.
After all, using magic to moonlight as a tomb raider was extremely efficient—efficient enough to put even Wu Xie and Hu Bayi, whose