Grindelwald Sure Knows How to Arrange Things

The boat set off, moving at an extremely high speed, much faster than an ordinary sailboat.

Driven by Magic, the ship cleaved through the waves, leaving a white contrail at its stern that stretched straight northward.

The two stood at the bow of the boat, the sea breeze hitting them more fiercely than on the shore, making their clothes flutter loudly.

Sunlight spills onto the sea, shattering into countless golden specks that shimmer and ripple with the waves.

All around was an endless expanse of blue; the sky was blue, the sea was blue, and only the occasional seabird flying by in the distance broke the purity of this scene.

The boat was extremely stable, with almost no turbulence, as if gliding on ice.

Regulus stood on the ship's side, his hand resting on the railing, looking ahead.

Freya stood beside him without saying a word, but stayed there the whole time.

Regulus could feel her occasional glances at him, as if she were thinking about something, but he pretended not to notice.

Time passed.

We set off at dawn, and now the sun is high in the sky. The boat is moving very fast, and we estimate that we have already traveled more than half the distance.

The color of the seawater deepened, from light blue to dark blue, and then to almost inky blue. Occasionally, fish could be seen leaping out of the water in the distance, their silvery-white forms flashing by.

This sea area is far from the usual shipping routes; there are no islands or ships around, only the boundless sea.

The weather was great, with excellent visibility; you could see very far.

He turned his head to look at Freya: "Freya, will there be a battle?"

Freya turned her head to look at him. "There will be."

For some reason, she adopted that coaxing tone, almost like she was talking to a child, and asked, "Are you scared?"

But her face remained expressionless, cold and calm, as if she were asking what to eat today.

Regulus has been speechless a lot lately, all because of her.

He couldn't be bothered to answer that stupid question.

"That Magic that day," he muttered to himself, "the Severing Charm, actually has two forms."

Freya's eyes flickered slightly.

"You've seen the first one, the gray-green ray, a single-point attack with concentrated power," Regulus said. "You haven't seen the second one yet."

He looked at her. "The second type has no color, no sound, and is an area-of-effect attack. The propagation medium is infrasound, which is inaudible to the human ear. It spreads out, and all targets within the coverage area will be attacked."

Freya looked at him, her eyes initially filled with confusion. Why was he suddenly bringing this up?

Then she realized what was happening and unleashed an area-of-effect attack, indiscriminately targeting both friend and foe

If he uses his second form during the battle, she will also be within his attack range; Regulus is giving her advance notice.

She didn't speak, just looked at him with a hint of curiosity, or something else, in her eyes.

But she was thinking about something else entirely.

That level of Magic, that kind of effect, if it can also completely blind and deafen people, making it only detectable and judgeable through experience or Magic Perception—

That was, to put it bluntly, incredibly insidious.

Magic reflects the person, especially for wizards who develop their own Magic; the Magic they create will always carry some of the developer's own characteristics.

It seems that Regulus isn't entirely as he appears on the surface; beneath that composed face, there's something else hidden.

Her gaze towards him became thoughtful.

Regulus was puzzled by her gaze, feeling that she was thinking something unpleasant.

He was too lazy to think about it.

He had a strange trust in Freya, but it wasn't blind; it was a judgment based on their time together.

Her words, her actions, and even her personality all gave him the feeling that she was someone he could entrust with something.

Grindelwald really knows how to arrange things.

Regulus sighed inwardly.

He continued, "The defense method is actually quite simple. The Shield Charm can weaken it, and the Bubble-Head Charm can completely isolate it, but you need to cover your entire body."

Actually, once it's said, it's said; it's nothing.

If someone is lucky enough to survive one such experience, they can probably figure it out after some thought.

However, the characteristic of this Magic is that it kills on first sight; others are unaware of the existence of this invisible and inaudible Fate Demon and will therefore be unable to defend against it.

By the time they found out, it was too late.

He looked at Freya: "If there's a battle later, I'll tell you before Spellcasting, so you can prepare your defenses in advance."

Freya nodded, putting some effort into it, appearing serious.

Then she said, "I'll tell you when I Spellcasting."

Regulus nodded, waiting for her to continue, but after a long while, nothing more came of it.

You only told me you can Spellcasting, but you didn't tell me what the spells were or how to defend myself.

Blue Fire?

How can he defend against this?

Regulus looked at her thoughtfully.

Freya felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, so she looked away and looked ahead.

A small dot appeared on the distant sea.

Regulus followed her gaze.

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The small dot gradually grew larger, and its outline became clearer; it was an island.

The island, made of black reefs, is barren, except for a cluster of low, gray buildings in the center that blend almost seamlessly with the rocks.

We've arrived at our destination.

The boat was on the sea, and they could see the island, and the people on the island could naturally see them too.

The distance is rapidly decreasing: 500 meters, 300 meters, 100 meters.

Regulus recognized the newcomers: a group of seven, all dressed in identical dark gray robes and bone masks with twisted Rune engraved on them.

The one flying at the very front— Regulus recognized him; he was one of the two masked men who had fought Freya that night, the one who was in the lead.

After his companion was killed by the Severing Charm, he and another masked man worked together, chanting the long incantation to unleash mental erosion before retreating.

Regulus wasn't surprised to see them again today.

The seven people stopped thirty meters in front of the boat, lined up in a row, hovering in the air, with the ends of their Broomstick tilted slightly downwards to stabilize themselves.

The boat also stopped.

Regulus didn't rush to make a move.

This was a matter concerning the Whispers of the Abyssal Whisper and the Eisenhardt family, although he vaguely felt that it was mainly his business, but he had to play his part completely.

He's currently an outside helper hired by the Eisenhardt family, working as a henchman; Freya is in charge of the negotiations.

If there is any negotiation.

Magic Power began to stir within him; the wand slid into his palm, hanging down without being raised, but the tip of the wand already glowed faintly, indicating it was in a ready state, ready to be activated at any moment.

He looked at Freya, but Freya didn't rush to attack.

Of the seven people opposite, the leader flew forward alone, while the other six remained in place.

The distance between them was sufficient, and their formation was loose, not like they were about to encircle them.

Regulus's heart skipped a beat; this was not a battle formation.

The masked man at the head of the group flew to the front of the ship, no more than five meters away from Regulus and Freya, a very close distance for a wizard.

He stopped there, the Broomstick bobbing slightly up and down, steadying itself.

"The Eisenhardt family..."

His voice still had that strange quality, echoing as if it came from a very deep place.

"Are you really not going to hand over that Maritime Document?"

Freya stood at the bow of the ship, her wand not raised, but hanging at her side.

Her voice was icy. "There's never been a precedent for forcing the Eisenhardt family to hand over their possessions."

She spoke with an air of unapproachability, even a touch of authority, a pride in the Eisenhardt name and pure self-confidence.

Regulus glanced at her sideways.

"Precedents can always be broken." The masked man's voice was devoid of emotion.

"We are willing to share the results. The coordinates recorded in that document point to a Lost Ruins deep in the North Sea. If the legend is true, what's hidden inside is enough to change many things."

"No need." Freya's tone was decisive.

"You've kept it for decades," the masked man said, "But never used it, just kept as a collection, without realizing its value. Don't you think that's a pity?"

Freya did not answer.

The masked man continued, "We just need to take one look, confirm the coordinates, open the ruins, and we Sickle equally."

The Eisenhardt family suffered no loss; on the contrary, they gained a previously dormant fortune.

"Unnecessary."

The same answer.

The masked man was silent for a moment, then asked, "Why?"

Freya didn't speak again.

She simply stood there, staring directly at the other person, her face expressionless. That posture said it all; there was no room for discussion.

The atmosphere in the room became tense.

Regulus listened to their conversation, his mind racing.

Could that document also relate to opening ruins?

He had initially thought it was just an ancient Maritime Document, perhaps recording some lost shipping routes or hidden Magic treasures.

Now it seems that it's more than that.

The masked man said it recorded coordinates, but those were clearly not ordinary coordinates.

The North Sea is so vast that even Muggle fleet would get lost there; their nautical charts only cover the edges, leaving the deeper areas blank.

Wizards are different.

Wizards have Flying Broomstick, Apparition, and Portkey.

High mobility and various tracking Magic allow wizards to find specific locations on the Great Sea, as long as those locations can be marked in some way.

But the Abyssal Whisper still needed that document, and only needed a glance at it.

Regulus guessed that it might be some kind of Magic similar to the Fidelius Charm.

The information is hidden so that only those who are allowed to know it can find it; otherwise, even if it is right under your nose, you will not be able to see or touch it.

Regulus snapped out of his thoughts; the negotiations had clearly broken down. Just as he was about to make his move, the masked man turned to him.

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